195 days of disaster

Tang Fanruo just made a card and put a pile of scattered silver in front of her with a smile. She raised her eyes and saw that her hair was scattered and her face was pale. She couldn't help asking curiously, "What's wrong, madam?"

What's wrong?

Why do you think that the smile on everyone's face is a mockery of her? Why do you feel that everyone's seemingly caring eyes are like sarcasm? Why does everyone seem to be talking about her fuss? Why does everyone seem to be gloating about her panic?

Disaster? Woe?

This horrible feeling suddenly emerged from the bottom of my heart, like a sharp knife breaking the abscess, and all the pickles inside rolled out.

"Ah-"

She suddenly let out a scream, which made everyone look at her together.

"My son...my son is missing..."

In fact, everyone really doesn't think this is a big deal. It's normal for a child at this age to play. It's so lively outside and there is no partner of the same age around him. How can he be expected to stay in the house honestly? Besides, the little prince likes to run around on weekdays...

was scared by her appearance and suddenly lost the desire to play, either to clean up the mess, or comfort her, or organize people to go out to look for it.

In the first month, in addition to necessary matters, people were also relaxed, but it was not difficult to get together at this time, because they were either drinking or gambling. Although they were very reluctant, they also put on lanterns to look around.

It's also strange that the courtyard of Chengfu is already brightly lit, and with the lanterns and torches of the people, even if the inside and outside of the yard are illuminated as bright as day, even the corners can be seen clearly, but the little prince is not seen alone. I didn't dare to shout, because there was a saying on New Year's Eve that I can't call the name of a child who is still a minor. So a group of people looked for it, but finally got nothing.

At night, almost everyone was frostbitten, but they still persisted. I don't want to show my heartfeltness, but I wonder how a good living person can say that it will be gone?

Du Mizhen is about to report to the official, saying that her son may have been kidnapped by Jiang Yang. But Cheng Junhuai is an official. He just said that he may be a naughty child. He fell asleep when he was tired of playing, and naturally came out when he woke up. Du Mizhen cried and made trouble. Finally, she tossed Cheng Zhunhuai impatiently. In the early morning of New Year's Day, she went to the palace to congratulate him, so she rushed away angrily.

At dawn, the searchers have searched inside and outside Cheng's house three times, but there is still no news.

Later, several people took advantage of the chaos to run outside the house and came back with yawning. When they walked by Jingyue Lake, a man said, "This year is really cold, and the water full of the pool has formed such thick ice overnight..."

The other blinked and looked at the cold eyes with tears...

It doesn't matter. He rubbed his eyes hard and pointed forward: "What is that?"

Those of my colleagues also followed...

I saw a palm-sized red thing sticking to the Taihu stone connecting the Xiushan Mountain and the lake, like a small flag, which is particularly dazzling in the whiteness of the eyes.

Several people looked at each other and rushed to the frozen lake...

Although the lake was frozen, it was not strong. It was stepped on by these people indiscrimity and cracked in a blink of an eye. Someone fell down and struggled, but some people successfully arrived at the foot of the mountain. First, they pulled the flag, but it seemed to be caught in the hard ice, and then pushed away the ice. The snow suddenly screamed.

A person lies head down under the ice, his limbs are spread out, and his red robe is quietly covered, like a goldfish with floating tail fins. One corner of the robe exposed ice and put it on the Taihu stone. The flag has been frozen as hard as a knife.

Look at the figure and know who this person is.

He was stunned for a long time, anxious to find someone to report, and then called to chisel the ice to lift him out.

Cheng Cangpeng's body was already cold and stiff. Several people who picked him up tried to make his posture better, but they couldn't move anyway.

In this effort, all the hospitals heard the bad news and rushed to the hospital.

Because Bicui Hall was far away from Xinyuan, Du Mizhen came a long time late. Along the way, he stumbled and cried repeatedly, regardless of the support of the people around him, and even rolled and crawled to the shore to pick up his son.

Cheng Cangpeng seemed to be asleep, with his eyes slightly closed, only a hole in his forehead, black, red and red, but there was no blood coming out.

Du Mizhen looked at it in a daze for a long time and finally cried loudly.

Firecrackers near and far sounded, blowing up a festive New Year's Day morning.

Du Mizhen's crying was long and short interspersed with firecrackers, but it was torn to pieces by the sound of firecrackers.

Chengfu's colorful lights and red silk blinked into plain white, and the New Year's utensils were also removed and replaced with celadon bamboo. Everyone was crying. This is by no means to please the master. The key is that the little prince is lively and sensible. Although he is very good to his subordinates. If Du Mizhen wants to punish his subordinates, as long as he sees him, he will take the responsibility on himself. No one in Cheng's house doesn't like him, but who thinks about a good New Year's Eve, he actually Climbing to Duxiu Mountain, they fell down... Thinking of the usual cuteness, several little girl couldn't help crying.

When Cheng Zhuhuai returned home, he was furious and immediately let people seal the pile of Xiushan, and then withdrew the murderous spirit.

Du Mizhen refused to give in, and insisted that the whole house wear filial piety for her son.

Cheng Zhuhuai pushed her away: "I often warn him not to go up to Xiushan, but he doesn't listen. You also indulge him! He is a child, but you want to wear filial piety all over the house. Isn't it that he can't live in peace there? Are you doing it for his own good?

"If Cheng Cangyi was replaced by Cheng Xueyan, would you still do this? They are your biological children, aren't they? You are just biased. You only have Chu Qianrou in your heart. Why don't you let our two go together..."

Du Mizhen grabbed Cheng Junhuai's official uniform and cried, and hit his head desperately in the chest.

Everyone hurriedly pulled away.

Cheng Zhuai's face was cold and the corners of his lips trembled.

"Why don't you die? Why did my son die? They killed him, and I want to avenge my son-"

She opened her teeth and wanted to rush out, and Cheng Zhunhuai grabbed her arm. She scratched desperately, and a few blood stains suddenly appeared on Cheng Zhuhuai's face, and the official uniform was also scratched a few times.

Everyone tried their best to rescue, but Du Mizhen was like a crazy lion and seemed to die with Cheng Zhun.

Where is Cang Peng?"

Cheng Xueyan suddenly appeared at the door of Furong Hall and turned pale.

Bitong caught up with her and hurriedly supported her.

Yanran Pavilion was the last to learn the news.

Cheng Xueyan can't believe it... How can it be? Yesterday, I saw that he was fine and sent him New Year's fruit. How could he do it in a blink of an eye...

This sound shocked the people who tore it in the room.

Du Mizhen's eyes turned to this side stagnatingly, stunned for a moment, and suddenly rushed up and stuck her neck: "It's all you, you killed my son! The damn person is you, but it makes us take my life. You should have died long ago! If you die, he will come back to life..."

Everyone couldn't pull it away. They only saw Cheng Xueyan's breath dying and her life was hanging on the line.

Suddenly, Du Mizhen retreated, and her whole body suddenly hung in the air and then fell to the ground on her back.

is Cheng Cangyi, who is protecting his sister angrily.

Qu Leyao hurriedly supported her: "Xue Yan..."

It took Cheng Xueyan to wake up for a long time.

"Send Xueyan back quickly. Didn't I tell you not to inform Yanran Pavilion?"

Bitong and a little girl helped Cheng Xueyan to walk back, but she struggled hard: "No, I want to see Cang Peng. Where is he?"

"Bang!"

A slap fell on her face.

When Venus dispersed, I saw Du Yingzi twisting her face and scolding: "It's all you, a disaster. There hasn't been a good thing since you came back to Chengfu. I'm so good that I can't die, and I'm also involved in others! Cang Peng was killed by you! If you don't get out of Chengfu, we won't be killed by you, a shameful bitch! If you die, everyone will be clean! Why are you still standing here? Do you want us to be safe or continue to harm others? Why don't you die? You're going to die..."

Du Yingzi scolded until she got up. She caught her and hit the pillar. How could Bitong and the little girl stop her? Exclaimed.

" Stop it!"

A shout of anger came, and then Du Yingzi was picked up with one hand and threw her aside.

It turned out to be Lieutenant Gu.

Du Yingzi was probably angry. Seeing that Lieutenant Gu did not show any weakness, she got up from the ground and curled her mouth: "Yo, why did Captain Gu come? Cheng's family affairs are not state affairs. Can't Lieutenant Gu intervene? Ah, I forgot that the eldest girl used to be your daughter-in-law, but it's not reasonable for her father-in-law to be so nervous. No wonder someone said..."

"Shut up!"

Cheng Zhun came from the corridor with angrily... It was Bitong who saw that the situation was not good and hurried back to report the letter.

Du Yingzi immediately changed her face and ran over crying: "Brother-in-law, Cang Peng..."

"Get out!"

Cheng Zhu had an earth-shaking roar.

Du Yingzi immediately shivered and almost piled up on the ground. After being stunned for a long time, Fang pulled out a hiss and cried all the way away.

"Zun Huai, this is..."

Gu Qian was shocked when he saw a row of snow-white lanterns under the eaves of Cheng's house as soon as he got off the sedan chair. In the morning, when he congratulated him, he didn't find that Cheng Zhuan was strange. What could he do... There were wounds on his face, his clothes were broken, and he was full of bullfighting, and his usual gentleness disappeared.

Who the hell is it...

"Child... drowned last night..."

Cheng Zhuhuai spit out this sentence with a sigh, and his voice was hoarse. After saying that, his whole body seemed to have been pumped out of strength, shaking, and almost fell down.

Gu Qian hurriedly held it.

Then several more family members came and helped two adults to sit down in Furong Hall.

The servants were cleaning up the chaos. Cheng Zhunhuai only sat on the chair with his head tilted and said nothing for a long time.

It's not easy for Gu Qian to speak. The Cheng family died, but his family added a little prince last night. The little guy was pink and tender, like a hairless mouse that people dared not touch. I wanted to carry out another "conspiracy" to report the good news, but now... How can this make him speak?