Chapter 69 decadent

"I can't control that much." Changping bit his lower lip and said, "Anu, something must have happened to my father." Tears flowed down and said, "In the past few days, I have always been restless. Think about it, the soldiers and horses of the third prince are stationed outside Beijing. Thinking about this, I feel uneasy."

"But you have to wait for your uncle to come back before making plans, right?" Anu frowned and said, "Now you can't go out of Beijing. A few days ago, the soldiers of the third prince were all stopped outside the city. Now it's the ceremony of ascending the throne. I'm afraid it's difficult to go out again."

"I understand, I understand." Changping shook his head and cried, "I understand all this, but it's all me. If I hadn't sent my father to the suburbs of Beijing, how could my father and brother have fallen into such chaos?"

"Miss...Miss, please calm down." Anu squatted down, hugged her and whispered, "Maybe it's not that bad. Miss, don't scare yourself." Changping felt uncomfortable and lay on Anu's shoulder and cried. Now she knew how small she was. In the face of such a situation, she could do nothing. In the face of imperial power, she was like an ant, but she could do nothing.

She also understands in her heart that her family may be more or less auspicious. This is a kind of nature from blood, which she can feel!

The ending was always so cruel. After the enthroning ceremony, the gate also opened. Changping hurriedly brought the carriage, but he didn't want to be told that the old lady was not allowed to go out by herself. Changping's face turned black, and the anxiety in his heart was as hot and uncomfortable. He directly knocked down the little man and pulled a horse straight to the city. Door direction.

The hospital was plain, and Changping fell from the horse and went straight to the hospital. After all, what she was worried about happened. She looked at everything blankly and clenched her lower lip tightly. Why, in such a short time, she had to face the successive death of her mother and father, and the people she recently kissed with left one by one. Open her.

Looking at the plaque placed on the mourning hall and the brand-new coffin, I have been worried and hesitant for many days. Now it seems to have completely exploded. The long and dark eyes looked at the coffin placed, and their whole body softened like a force. It was dark in front of them, and Changping fainted directly.

She seemed to have a dream. In the dream, someone cried and laughed. She could hear the sound, but she could not see who was crying and who was laughing. A back was always not far in front of her. She felt familiar. She wanted to open her mouth but couldn't open her mouth. She wanted to catch up to see who the person was, but she always chased after her. No, she chased and chased, but it always seemed to be such a little distance. She was sweating profusely, but she could never catch the man. In a hurry, she seemed to grab something and threw it directly, but she didn't expect the man to turn around and was actually a faceless face.

She was shocked, suddenly opened her eyes, sat up, and gasped quickly. He Ziwen came in with the medicine bowl and saw her sitting there panting with sweat on her face. She frowned, quickly walked in, put the medicine bowl on the edge, touched her sweaty forehead, and asked, "What? Is it? Did you have a nightmare?"

Changping saw a familiar person and came to his senses, pouted slightly aggrieved, threw himself into He Ziwen's arms, put his hands around his waist, hugged him tightly, and buried it in his waist, and said with a little difficulty, "I had a dream..."

"What did you dream about?" He Ziwen rubbed her jaw between her hair and asked softly.

"I dreamed..." Changping's voice was still a little hoarse. "Dream..." When talking about the content of the dream, Changping suddenly frowned, straightened up, and looked at He Ziwen speechless.

"What's wrong? What did you dream about?" He Ziwen asked again doubtfully.

"I forgot..." Changping said with difficulty. After saying that, he shuddered and muttered, "I actually forgot... Obviously... Obviously..."

"All right." He Ziwen gently put his arm around her shoulder, let her lean against himself, and whispered, "You're just too tired."

"Is that so?" Changping nodded after a long time, and his eyes were a little bloated. "Dad..." There was some crying in Changping's voice, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me... Dad wouldn't be like this..."

Changping kept repeating this sentence, and she was deeply immersed in self-tiring, as if this could make her feel better. He Ziwen always told her over and over again that it was not her fault and explained tirelessly.

In this way, the muddle-headed Tong Ji Qing took care of his father's funeral, and Changping slowly recovered, but became more and more silent.

Ji Qing sighed and said, "If my sister is like this, my father won't feel at ease." During this period, Ji Qing looked more calm, and he was not as arrogant as before. "My brother can see that my brother-in-law is very good to my sister, and my brother will be relieved in the future."

Changping lowered his eyes, gently wiped the tears left in the corners of his eyes, and asked himself, "What do you plan to do in the future?"

"We plan to go back to Shuocheng." Ji Qing sighed and said, "My mother's eyes are a little bad, and my father and mother should also enter the ancestral hall." Ji Qing didn't seem to want her to see his gaffe. He turned his head and paused for a moment before saying, "It's time for him to have a good rest."

"What on earth is Dad..." Changping squeezed his lips or asked.

Ji Qing was silent and did not reply to her words. He just said, "The Yun family should have this disaster." Looking at Changping, he shook his head and said, "In front of Dad, you are the one who can't put down."

Changping lowered his eyes and his eyes were very dry. "Dad can't trust me..."

"As long as you know." Ji Qing nodded and said, "Okay, I have to say goodbye to you for thousands of miles. My brother-in-law is still waiting for you there." Saying that, signaling Changping to look into the distance, He Ziwen just stood quietly on the side.

Changping turned around and looked at Ji Qing and said, "So, how troublesome my brother is." She turned her head and left. She was afraid that she would not help it. She had experienced too many parting. She had long been tired of parting, whether it was life or death.

"Go home." He Ziwen looked at the woman with red eyes, whispered, and stretched out a hand to hand over.

Changping sucked her nose and looked at the white fingers. After all, she still cried. Since she woke up that day, Changping has always been silent. She often shed tears silently. It seems that the tear glands have long lost their autonomous control. She has never cried so loudly.

She cried so sadly that she seemed to vent all the grievances and pain in her heart. Her favorite father, the most important person in her life, is no longer, and no one will rub her hair and spoil her baby daughter. No one will spoil him on the tip of her heart.

He Ziwen did not stop her, but stopped her back and borrowed a shoulder to lean on her. This silent care made Changping feel a little uncomfortable. After she cried incidually, Changping stood up, wiped his eyes fiercely with his sleeves and said, "Let's go home." With that, he reached out and took the palm of He Ziwen's hand and followed him away.

She didn't know. On the other side of the pavilion, a man leaned his back against the corridor and listened to her crying. He stood for so long. After the two left, he stood up, looked at their backs, and said softly, sorry.

Changping cried and was a little weak. Since he arrived at the door of He's house, he was taken into the courtyard by He Ziwen. Changping obediently huddled in his arms and buried his head in his chest without saying a word.

He Ziwen took the ginseng soup from Fanghui's hand and let the girls go out, sit on the edge of the bed, and let Changping lean on himself. "At least eat something. If it's always like this, your body can't stand it."

"I'm not hungry." Changping shook his head without any spirit. "I just want to lean against it like this... It's very warm..."

He Ziwen hugged her body up and wanted her to be more comfortable. He said, "Let's eat some." The spoon stubbornly stretched out to the edge of her mouth and turned her head flat. She had no appetite. She shook her head and said, "I can't eat it. Let's put it there first."

"Ping'er." He Ziwen put his hands on her arm, turned her around, looked into his eyes, and said, "If you go on like this, your body will collapse."

Changping looked a little annoyed and looked down at the small blue and white porcelain bowl in He Ziwen's hand, "I'll do it myself." She took a spoon from his hand and took a bite, but she didn't expect that her stomach actually hurt like **. The desire to vomit made her more uncomfortable. She hurriedly leaned out and vomited. In the past few days, she had no appetite and didn't eat anything, but at this time she seemed to want to spit out the bile together. .

"How could this happen?" He Ziwen frowned and hurriedly called the girl and said, "Go and invite the doctor."

"No, no." Changping frowned, took his hand and said with difficulty, "I, I'm fine." After taking the cup and rinsing his mouth, he was better. He pulled out a smile at He Ziwen and said, "Cousin, don't panic... Maybe he's hungry, that's why."

"You don't care about yourself so much!" He Ziwen was angry and annoyed and said, "If you really can't get through the hurdle in your heart, just follow your father-in-law. Who is looking at this posture now?"

"Cousin..." Chang Ping smiled bitterly and said with his fingers slightly, "I saved it. It won't be like this again." She herself didn't expect such a situation. Usually, she always relied on her good health and was so bad, but now it's even a little difficult to eat.

Changping stretched out his hand and looked at his thin fingers and slowly touched his cheek. Such a small one seemed to be just a big face, and he could even clearly touch the bones on his cheeks. Changping smiled bitterly and said, "Today's Ping'er... should be hard to see..."