My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

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Her throat was so tight that she could not spit out a word in half.

Ding Yun looked at the woman in front of him coldly and laughed coldly, "Before I was cruel, Madam Long, shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"

"You know what you have done!"

"Yuner." Long Chuyu cried with tears, "Yuner, your brother and your sister are innocent!"

"Innocent? Who isn't innocent! I'm not innocent, isn't my mother innocent?" Ding Yun turned his head, screaming at Long Chuyu coldly.

"If you hadn't stepped on two boats, would it have caused my mother's tragedy?"

"If it weren't for you! How could my mother have killed my righteous father in horror? And ... let me, let me fight my brother!"

Ding Yun kicked Mrs. Long in front of her and gave her a stern blow on her neck. "Do you think Longxuan is innocent?

"I'm going to be locked in a small black room by my mother, dueling with my brother, and killing him myself?"

Long Chuyu looked at this son with shocked eyes, his face was incredible.

"You, what do you say ... say?"

And Ding Yun had already fallen into a huge sadness at this time.

As if I saw that horrible scene more than ten years ago.

At that time he pushed open the door of the eerie firewood room, and a child pounced and punched him with a bite.

He can't help it.

If he doesn't kill, people will kill him.

He was only ten years old. Did he want to die?

What can I do if I don't want to die?

His mother had hesitated, and there could only be one person out of the dark room alive.

Long Chuyu sat paralyzed suddenly, crying loudly, "This, this is not true, this is not true!"

"Crying and crying, you just know how to cry. What else can you do besides crying?" Ding Yun was angry and yelled at Long Chuyu.

"If it weren't for the indecision that you had stomped on two boats, and harmed yourself and yourself, how could your mother be like this?"

"Mother's mental illness is getting worse. Otherwise, would she be so mad that she would put our brother in a room, and would we have to die?"

"No, what you said is not true, no."

"Yun'er said, of course, it can't be all true." A vicissitudes of voice suddenly came in from outside.

Long Chuyu looked for a moment, unexpectedly turned around and looked.

I saw a woman who was in her fifties, with thin cheekbones and folds on her cheeks, walking with a walking stick of an ebony chisel.

Mrs. Long was wrapped in a pile of wooden vines, and across the thick vines, she stared at the entering woman with a flash of anger in her eyes.

"Ding Ziyan, look at the good son you taught."

Ding Ziyan didn't talk to Mrs. Long for half a word, not even moving her eyes.

I just looked at Long Chuyu and said coldly, "Yun'er said that although it's not all true, some of it is."

Long Chuyu froze, almost dared not look directly into Ding Ziyan's eyes.

I didn't expect to see each other for more than 20 years. When I met again, it was such a scene.

She was so old that he didn't dare to recognize him.

Long Chuyu's heart shook slightly.

If they walked on the street like this, the two passed by face to face, Long Chuyu would certainly not recognize this as Ding Ziyan himself.

(End of this chapter)