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Chapter 263 The Three Elders Meet, Stupid Father (2)
It is almost everyone's expectation that he can have today.

Mo Xiaobai's reminder made Mi Shaoling and Wan Qing feel quite uncomfortable. The two looked at each other for a long time, and couldn't help but sighed heavily: "This kid has always had a high vision, and in addition, he has really worried about the Houfu all these years." Quite a lot, so that I delayed my marriage, but I didn't expect that once the marriage was delayed, it would be delayed to this point. Old man, what should I do? With An Ning in front, these marriages, I'm afraid..."

"I will make this matter clear when the emperor summons me."

Although Mi Yuanfeng's marriage is somewhat regrettable, Mi Shaoling will never continue to tolerate him because of it. After all, he has no blood relationship with them. If possible, he will try his best to save his life. As for others , is out of his control.

As for Mi Weizheng, this idiot, this time, even the Heavenly King and I can't save him!

In the damp and dark dungeon of the Hou Mansion, Mi Wang huddled up in a corner, her tears had already dried up, and her body was shivering because of the cold.

Mi Sang sat in the corner with a face of despair, his eyes dimmed, and Mi Wang's painful groans didn't seem to affect his meditation at all.

"Old man, we, are we dying?"

To this day, Mi Sang's anger has long been exhausted, and his anger towards Mi Wang has also become insensitive with the passage of time.

In fact, even if Misan got angry, it was useless, because, after they were imprisoned by his grandson, and when he met those big shots, from their conversations, he had almost predicted his own ending.

Death, for them, is just a matter of time, that's all!

The ridiculous thing is that they have never seen their own son until modern times.

As for this grandson, Missan no longer knows what language to use to describe it!

"Old man, are you blaming me?"

Mi Wang supported her body weakly and sat up. Her face was as pale as a ghost without any trace of blood, and her red and swollen face looked so scary under the dim light. In addition to her messy hair and tattered clothes, she is now , even worse than beggars on the street.

The hoarse voice was even worse than a ghost, and just saying a word could make her gasp for a long time.

Mi Wang's inquiry did not attract Mi Sang's attention, on the contrary, Mi Sang even gave her a look.

Under Misang's ruthless indifference, Mi Wang's already broken heart almost reached the point of despair: "Old man, I beg you, can you talk to me? You don't know what I dreamed just now? I I dreamed of the scene when we just met. At that time, you were so handsome and tall. I fell in love with you at a glance, but my father didn't want to. He insisted that you were poor, and I would suffer if I followed you..."

Mi Wang's voice became smaller and smaller, and Mi Sang was gradually brought into the memories of the past by her. He didn't react suddenly until there was no sound coming from around him, but what he saw was lying there, Mi Wangshi who was motionless, his heart tightened, his eye sockets shrank suddenly, his hands trembled, and he tried to sniff Mi Wangshi...

Although he didn't feel the expected coldness, Mi Wang's situation was not optimistic. Mi Sang looked at his lifeless wife who fainted, and his heart fell to the bottom instantly. Thinking of losing her, what would he do? How lonely and lingering, Misang stood up, walked to the prison door, and slapped vigorously: "Come on, come on, come on, come on!"

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Just as Mi Shaoling was about to go to bed, Changfeng hurried over: "Master...?"

"What's the matter?" Mi Shaoling paused and raised his head.

"The people from the dungeon just came here to deliver a message that the Mi Wang family...is about to die!"

Upon hearing this, Wan Qing, who just came out of the bathroom, immediately said to Mi Shaoling: "You can't let her die like this, there are many things that haven't been resolved yet!"

Mi Shaoling thought the same way, and immediately said to Changfeng: "Give her a doctor, be careful, don't let anyone run away!"

"Yes, master." After Chang Feng stepped back, Wan Qing wiped her hair while looking at Mi Shaoling with a heavy face.

"Weizheng, Yuanqing, Yuanming, have you sent someone to look for them? And that girl Lingluo, I'm afraid she will start tormenting after knowing this..."

Although Mi Shaoling was holding the book in his hand, he couldn't read a single word. Hearing Wan Qing's words, he replied casually: "Don't worry, people have been sent out, and there will be news soon .”

"What about the emperor?"

"Enter the palace at the hour of tomorrow."

Wan Qing paused her hand holding the towel, then raised her eyes suddenly: "So fast?"

Mi Shaoling nodded, and sighed invisibly: "If you enter the palace tomorrow, there will be no room for regret. Wife, are you really planning to put them to death?"

Wan Qing raised her head blankly, and met Mi Shaoling's unbearable eyes. After a while, she turned her head lightly: "No matter what we mean about this matter, the emperor's test must be gone. As for what to do?" Judgment, let's wait for the Holy Majesty to judge!"

"Don't you intend to..."

"Master, now is not the time for you and me to decide. I know that Mr. An has contributed a lot to the fact that the matter can develop to this point ahead of time. I also know and understand his wishes, but it is not now. The control is not in our hands. Here?"

"Then... if the emperor asks, are you willing to spare their lives?"

Wan Qing's heart tightened, and the towel in her hand dropped suddenly. She took a deep breath, and said in a dry and sad voice, "After all, we are not as cruel as those two people. After all, we raised these children, how can we Kill them if you say so? If there is that possibility... just leave them alive!"

"Where's Weizheng? What about Weizheng? Mr. An doesn't care about him, what about us? He... is still our raised son after all!"

Wan Qing heard the sadness and intolerance in his tone, she silently faded away the pain, and said lightly: "Even if we want to spare him lightly, the emperor will definitely not let him go, if he exists, then Xing Xiyang, Where should you put him? The fake is the fake, if the fake is not removed, how can the real come back? Whether it is dead or alive, it depends on his good fortune!"

After Wan Qing finished speaking, she didn't seem to want to talk any more, she turned around and walked out. The night wind in March was a bit chilly, and Wan Qing, who was only wearing thin clothes, felt cold all over her body, but even so, no one knew what she was doing. How cold my heart is at this moment.

The son who had been raised for more than 40 years turned out to be someone else's. Don't look at her surprise when she saw her own son during the day, but who knew that when she was sad and happy, the sadness was greater than the joy?
Human hearts are fleshy. Although Xing Xiyang is their biological son, in her opinion, he is still not as kind to her as Mi Weizheng. This is the power of time and the greatness of family affection.

The kindness of the adoptive mother is as great as heaven, even if the biological mother is present, it cannot change the position of the adoptive mother in the heart of the child.

Similarly, although Xing Xiyang has lost his memory and has no feelings for Mi Sang and Mi Wang, but for Xing Haotian and his wife who have saved their lives, the intimacy between them is far better than that of them who just recognized their relatives.

This is the emotional world that people will never be able to experience. Even if you deliberately want to get rid of those distracting thoughts, when facing adopted children and parents, the ambivalence cannot be eliminated in a day.

Caring is caring, no matter how much you hate and resent him, you won't be able to bear that heart if you have decades of emotional foundation there.

But if the existence of this person threatens your biological son, as a mother, she has to shift her heart to the parent and child. Therefore, for Mi Shaoling and Wan Qing, the choice between adopting and parenting It will always be an insurmountable hurdle in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)