"Concubine, what are you still rubbing, hurry up."

Murong Hainan changed his clothes and walked in, urging loudly.

Concubine Murong glared at her.

When she turned her head, she saw that her father was also looking at her.

He took a light breath and slowly walked towards Lord Ding.

"Father." Concubine Murong shouted softly.

Lord Ding looked at her.

Murong Yufei also looked at her. Although he had a flat smile on his face, he was not at peace at the moment.

He thought, he guessed what he was going to do.

I hope my father will not reject my son.

"Father, I want to borrow your weeping blood."

Weeping blood is the flute that the prince used to play in the ensemble just now.

It is made of the best blood jade, and the whole body is as bright as blood, bright red.

The weeping blood flute was originally a thing for the princess, and it was also a thing for the prince and the princess to be in love, and the prince and the princess were in deep love.

The princess passed away, and the meaning of the weeping blood flute was very important to the prince.

Therefore, Murong Yufei was worried that his father would not give the flute to Concubine Murong for use.

This daughter, for him, whether she loves or hates, maybe he doesn't know it himself.

After speaking, Concubine Murong looked at her father nervously.

She secretly learned a tune with her brother, and her brother said that it was the favorite song of the mother concubine, and the father loved to listen to the mother and concubine play the most, and since the death of the mother concubine, even the brother did not dare to play it in front of his father.

However, she wanted to play it to her father. She wants to improve her relationship with her father, she wants her father to accept her, accept reality, and not live in pain and love all the time.

She knew that her father's feelings for her were conflicted. Maybe she knew it all along, but she was just pretending not to understand it.

The mother died in childbirth, and in the eyes of her father, she was the murderer of the mother, so her father hated her. However, she is also the crystallization of the love of her mother and her father, and she is the daughter that her mother has been looking forward to for many years, how can her father not love her.

Today, she is gambling, she is betting that above the palace, the imperial grandmother and the imperial uncle are there, and the father will not brush his sleeves away, he can listen to her play that tune, he can open his heart and accept her.

Prince Ding looked at Concubine Murong quietly, looked at her expectant eyes, slowly took out the weeping blood flute and handed it to her.

"Father's ......"

Concubine Murong trembled her little hands, took the flute, wanted to say something, and finally said a word in a voice that he could hear alone.

"Father, I love you very much."

He turned around and walked to the middle of the main hall and played softly.

The sound of the flute sounded, and the eyes of Prince Ding never left Concubine Murong.

It was a cheerful tune, but none of the insiders in the hall could be happy.

Tears gradually appeared in the eyes of King Ding, looking at the face of his little daughter who resembled his beloved wife, and remembering the words that had been echoing in his ears, he realized that he had been wrong.

Actually, when he came back from Xixia Mountain this time, he figured it out, but he was too cowardly and didn't know how to do it, and he was afraid that his daughter would not forgive him for being cold all these years.

He was wrong!

Prince Ding stood up violently, staggered quickly to Concubine Murong, and hugged her.

"Sister, my father is wrong, my father is sorry for you, I am sorry for your mother."

"Father!"

Concubine Murong had already burst into tears, and her hand holding the flute trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn't cry.

She realized that she really needed her father's love.

She herself knows how much she loves her life now and how much she loves the people around her, and naturally hopes to have a normal home.

Even though mother's love is not blessed, her father's love must be fought for.