My little mom is the richest man

"Some people and some things even without memories, she still has to face by herself." Feng Xueyang sighed, with no lack of helplessness in his tone, as he quietly looked at Ming Yuejun, who had walked to the tomb.

As she walked to the tomb, Ming Yuejun was at a loss. She knew there was something strange, but she couldn't help but stare at the bloody handprints on the monument for half a day, and apart from the weirdness, she had to admit that the owner of the handprints had a pair of extremely beautiful hands, at least from the shape of ......, with long and symmetrical fingers. It's not hard to imagine that its owner should also be a rare beauty, unlike himself ...... Ming Yuejun subconsciously lifted his hands to compare them, and sighed in his heart: "How can you say that people can't look alike? Especially with this palm. Alas! You don't know you have a pair of beautiful hands without looking? The skin is not only soft and white like jade, but also smooth and smooth to the touch. ...... Cough ...... It's a bit flattering to brag about yourself like that, but Ming Yuejun was a bit annoyed when she stopped enjoying herself and had a look at the side waiting for her. The woman, and then take a look at the blood that was still flowing on that handprint, her scalp was numb, but the arrow had to be sent, and she could only bite her teeth and stomp her handprint on that handprint. Yo! It was not too big, not too small, but just right, as if it were printed on itself.

Just as Ming Yuejun was curious about the fact that the handprint was just the right size for his own hand, a mutation suddenly occurred: the handprint suddenly shone with a dazzling red light, and then Ming Yuejun suddenly felt that something was moving along the handprint on the stone tablet, digging into his veins and meridians. In panic, he was even more furious: was this woman really a ghost? But she has never offended her, so why does she want to harm herself? As I was about to ask, I felt that the object that had entered my body had already traveled to my head and was constantly striking something, causing me to have a splitting headache.

Mingyuejun held her head with her hand, which had been withdrawn at some point, and collapsed to the ground, twisting her body to try to ease the pain, but to no avail. Just as she was about to lose consciousness from the pain, a white light suddenly flashed in her mind, and in a blur she seemed to see some inexplicable images: the same cold season, the same dark night, the same empty wilderness, but here there was nothing, no vibrant grass and dreamy, delicate pink and purple carnations. The same lonely grave lay there, the same wordless tombstone, no weird blood handprints, the color of the stone is more bright ...... Two young girls in the distance, dressed in white, carrying bamboo baskets, line to the tomb all kneeling, sounding three head knocked down, and then straightened up, one of them ghostly. "Aunt! The girl has come to see you. Look! These are your favorite dishes: jasmine cold chicken, fried biscuits and snowflake crisp. The woman next to her started shrugging her shoulders and sobbing.

These two women's voices sounded so familiar, I wondered where I had heard them before. The woman who had spoken before spoke again: "Tomorrow they will expel me from the palace, so I'm afraid I won't be able to visit you for some days. But you don't have to worry about being lonely, because Liubo is still here, and she will definitely come to accompany you often on my behalf."