Chapter 50 The heart is as sad as a dream

Yin Pianshou woke up again. Three days later, she had a high fever. She was drowsy and half asleep. She woke up. At sunrise and at the time of the funeral, Mei Xiang changed a white cloth for her, which made her face more and more sad. She didn't go to the funeral team. When the coffin was sealed, she looked at him quietly and told him silently: I'm afraid that I will stop you and never let you leave again.

She stood on the high wall, and the wind lifted her white clothes, as if she were in the smoke and fog. Looking from the wall, the city was full of catkins, half of the city was plain, and she slowly stretched out her hand, and her palm only received the empty wind.

The funeral guard slowly walked out of the city gate. The distant sound of the piano gently circled from the air through the white catkins all over the sky. In the sound of drums and gongs, the tune became more and more unreal, as if it came from nine days away. Drops of tears fell on the moon dew piano and sobbed the sound of the piano.

Xiahouze looked at her silently, dressed in white, like a woman who does not eat fireworks in the world, flexible and holy; the distant sound of the piano made people lose their souls and immersed in it. If it hadn't been for such a scene, he would like to look up to her back every day.

Red is not suitable after all on this day.

She has a high fever, and he is sad to stay by her side. He doesn't care about the reputation and taboos. He just wants to accompany her, hold her hand when she shed tears in pain, and tell her over and over again: Don't be afraid, everything will pass!

Suzhen disappeared in the distance. Her hand stroked the strings softly and slowly closed her eyes: "I remember your promise! In the next life, I promise you for the rest of your life, whether it's brother or sister or stranger, I will find you. I will appear in front of you in your favorite red dress and share my head with you!"

Seeing that she stood up slowly and shook her body, Xia Houze panicked and rushed forward to hug her falling: "Spin--"

Her face showed a strange flush and stroked her hot forehead. He was heartbroken. Are you struggling to give him the last ride? Do you know that he will also be very distressed if you do this?

Xiahouze picked her up, but in a few days, you can actually lose weight like this. How many people are you hurting yourself?

"Your Highness! I'll take her back!" Yun Niang bowed slightly, always worried that she would not think about it, and followed her closely.

"No, I'll take her back to the palace. Her fever hasn't subsided yet. I have to let the imperial doctor treat her!"

As soon as the words came out, she was dressed in black: "She can't go to the palace. If she wants to go back, she can only go back to the royal palace!"

Xiahou Ze's eyes darkened: "When will it be your turn to decide?"

Chang smiled and said slowly, "Your Highness, she is Princess Yu. Prince Yu is far away at the border. If you rush to take her into the palace, isn't your Highness afraid of the ridicule of the world?"

He snorted coldly: "What princess? Is your princess still in the royal palace? Get out of the way—”

He often smiled unmovedly: "If Your Highness insists on doing so, don't blame the little one for being ruthless!"

There was a sonorous sound, and Mo Qinghan's swords came out of their sheath. Yun Niang shivered and coughed, "She will not go back to the palace or the royal palace with any of you. There is no shadow. Take her back to the warm incense hall and find a doctor quickly. It's important to relieve the fever!"

What Wuying thought in his heart, Wuying calmly hugged her from Xiahouze's hand and strode down the wall, leaving several people with different expressions.

Yun Niang took a complicated look at Yue Luqin, sighed, carefully picked up the piano, went down the city wall, often smiled and snorted, and followed.

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At the middle of summer, the small warm fragrance hall is shrouded in a kind of desolation and spreads a kind of gloomyness.

Yin Zhengliang stood in front of the hall, as unreal as a dream. He was young and fresh and disappeared like this. For a few days, he had been unable to sleep, thinking that if he could go for him, it would be better to leave orphans, widows and white-headed parents. How can he bear this?

"Dad!" Yin Xiaohe whispered. He took care of the second brother's afterth. The brothers had been gathering more and leaving less. He never thought that he would leave first. What's more painful is that the Yin family is not angry at all: his parents grow old, his sister-in-law and nephew are lonely and helpless. The third sister is far away from Didan and has no message, and the remaining one has a high fever. Don't retreat, unconscious.

"Dad, shall I send you and your mother home?" The warm incense hall is his residence. Fearing that Yin Zhengliang and others will touch the scene, Yin Xiaohe suggested.

"No, just live in the warm incense hall!" Seeing that the house was empty and desolate, Yin Zhengliang sighed, "What's wrong with Piao Xuan?"

"It's better. As long as the fever can be subsided, it will be fine! The doctor Wen invited by His Royal Highness has carefully diagnosed and treated her!"

Yin Zhengliang didn't say anything, put his hands on his back, and staggered out of the warm incense hall.

Xie Ling withdrew her eyes looking at him far away. Now there are many more people in the warm incense hall, but she still feels lifeless. It's more sad than death. That's it. She turned around and entered the room. Yin Pianxuan still had a high fever and kept talking nonsense. She didn't have to hear it clearly and understood it. She kept saying that it was only him!

Touch her hot face: You can feel depressed and painful because of him without hesitation, but I can't. I have another treasure, which is the treasure he left me. I can't fall down. In the future, I will not be afraid, because I will be strong, strong for him and for my treasure.

Xie Ling took a deep breath. He can wake up because of you. Will you be brave because of him? He leaned over and said in her ear over and over again: You can't escape for him. He will walk very uneasy, and he will also feel heartbroken on Huangquan Road. You must be fine for him. You must have promised him, haven't you? You must do it if you promise him! Get up and stop having a fever. You haven't hugged his Qingyu yet. Get up and see if he looks like his father, okay?

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As Xie Ling expected, her fever gradually subsided the next day. As soon as she woke up, she asked Mei Xiang to hold Qing Yu to her side. She held the child and looked at him silently for a long time.

Xie Ling smiled astringently: After all, her relationship with him is not limited to brothers and sisters, but has been lurking and hidden for a while. Because of their identity, they are destined not to belong to each other.

He finally lied to her. She didn't ask or ask what kind of intersection he had with her when he was dying. Maybe everything is no longer important. Such feelings can never be tolerated in the world, only deeply sealed in the heart lake, just like him. Or submerged in the world, so that there is a place to stand and a side to breathe. Perhaps, their love has not yet begun and has come to an end, and everything is just a passing day.

Thousands of sails have passed, and the scene after the silence is real.

The only blessing is that when he is around, at least he is sincere!

She looked at the child in her arms pitifully, and the love in her eyes was no less than that of her biological mother. Xie Ling exhaled softly and smiled faintly: She was sure that no matter what happened in the future, Yin Pianxuan's love for the child was definitely better than everything else! I just vaguely hope that in my heart, I hope that in the future, my own Qingyu and her Yier will no longer have feelings and will no longer be bound by secular shackles.