She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

The father and daughter each had their own thoughts, one sitting and the other standing, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

After a long stalemate, Chu Hui sighed, "Jiang Xu told you, right?" After a pause, he continued, "We really shouldn't have kept him here just to save trouble. It would cause endless trouble."

Chu Qingfang then realized that the sigh was not because of the affection between father and daughter, but because of the regret that he had shown mercy.

She didn't know how she felt right now.

The father who raised him for 17 years suddenly became the murderer of his mother. He could neither let go of the blood-thicker-than-water family affection nor the irreconcilable hatred.

Chu Qingfang was only seventeen years old, and she had already exercised extreme self-control and did not collapse in the face of the facts.

She had no way to solve this problem, because Chu Hui's fault was not only a family feud, but also suspected of collaborating with the enemy.

The only thing they could do was to withstand Chu Hui's various provocations and cooperate with the provincial court to keep a close eye on him, and wait until the wave of traders passed before settling accounts for his crimes.

"You don't have to think of any tricks." Chu Qingfang said coldly, "You can't leave this military mansion. Even if there are many people who want to save you, I will kill them all who come from outside. I'm not kidding."

When Chu Hui heard these words from her daughter, she couldn't help feeling disappointed.

When embarking on this road of no return, one has already abandoned relatives and friends, and avoided love.

He watched Chu Qingfang grow up before his own eyes.

I held her for the first time when she was born, taught her to write when she was young, and bought her candy figures on the way home.

Chu Qingfang likes sweet things the most.

When she was seven or eight years old, I took her to fly kites every spring. Watching the long string drifting away, I used to think lonely that his Ze Ze would also drift away like this kite in the future.

Can't find it anymore.

When she was in her teens, she was lively and active and learned to ride a horse. She was a bright-eyed girl who was willing to endure hardships and had a keen understanding. It was a pity that she was a girl and would not be able to enter the royal family and become a noble or prime minister in the future.

Perhaps in the eyes of parents, their own children are always the most outstanding in history.

At that time, Jiang Xueshu held her husband's arm affectionately and said softly, "Does your husband like his son?"

Before Chu Hui could refute, Jiang Xueshu looked at her daughter's figure in the distance with a loving mother's eyes, and said, "I don't want her to be a man, nor do I want her to enter the turbulent court. Huize, as a parent, how can you bear to let your daughter go through the hardships you and I have gone through again?"

Chu Hui stood silently beside his wife.

Sometimes all we ask for in life is very little; a peaceful life with a wife and daughter by our side is a great blessing.

But the old dynasty had a new emperor, Jin Feng was still thriving in the capital, but his mentor Qiu Yuan had disappeared and was still known as a traitor. He had been in this remote northern land for ten years without any chance of turning things around.

How could Chu Hui not hate?

The following spring, he planted a row of peach trees under the porch of his house with his own hands, and also had someone buy the most beautiful plum saplings and plant them in the backyard.

The peach blossoms here bloom later than in the capital.

The teacher has always loved peach blossoms, so Chu Hui planted a tree in front of him and reminded himself every day not to forget the teacher's kindness or the deep hatred.

Soon, he discovered the tattoo on his butler He Yong.

After repeated questioning, He Yong confessed that it was Bei Tang who wanted to join forces with Chu Hui, so he planted He Yong in the mansion and waited for an opportunity to rebel.

Chu Hui struggled for a long time.

The teacher had said that we should judge the situation and plan for the future, but to join forces with Bei Tang to rebel was against the duty of a subject. It was not right to be disloyal to the master.

Beitang was far away in the south, and if it wanted to interfere in the affairs of the north, it had to have influence among the officials of the prefecture. Chu Hui didn't know how many "spies" there were in the court.

The more Chu Hui got to know Bei Tang, the more shaken he became.

He kept fantasizing at night that one day he would become successful and famous, making the Shen royal family get the retribution they deserved, and then stand proudly in front of his teacher's grave and make Shen Cong kneel down to apologize.

When he was in the most difficult and dangerous time, Chu Hui, who was still a child, was rescued by Qiu Yuan, who provided him with food and clothing and taught him poetry and books.

Like a father, he fulfilled the love that was missing in Chu Hui's life.

He originally thought that he would study hard and gain fame, live up to his teacher's expectations, and then stay by his teacher's side and fulfill his filial duties for the rest of his life.

But the world is unpredictable, and no matter how loyal a minister is, he cannot defeat an incompetent and foolish monarch.

After repeated indecision and regretting day and night, Chu Hui finally embarked on the road of no return by colluding with Bei Tang.

The moment he saw Jiang Xueshu's body, Chu Hui felt heartbroken.

There may be no more relatives like Ens in the world, and he has lost everything, including his wife who supported him and was virtuous all his life.

Chu Hui still remembers the day when he first met Jiang Xueshu when Jiang Youcheng was selecting a son-in-law.

Burst of the first recap, fold flower front drama.

With the disappearance of Jiang Xueshu's cold body, everything disappeared like smoke.

And Chu Qingfang was now standing in front of him, and his cold eyes filled with hatred also made Chu Hui feel pain in his heart.

But he brought it upon himself, who can he blame?

"Dad didn't intend to run away." In an instant, Chu Hui seemed to have aged a lot. "But please do me a favor. I want to see Princess Xuancheng. Can you tell her something for me?"

There was an extremely absurd emotion in Chu Qingfang's eyes.

Everyone in the world knows that Princess Xuancheng has fled away secretly. Where can we go to see the princess?
Chu Hui stood up from the couch and wanted to go over and touch her daughter's hair.

He took a step closer, and Chu Qingfang took a step back cautiously.

"Since you know that your father is associated with a rebellious underworld organization, you must know more things that you don't know. Zeze, you are still young."

A sad look was cast at Chu Qingfang, but she avoided it with disgust.

"Just tell this to Marquis Zhao, and he will understand." Chu Hui sighed and sat back down in front of the couch.

What exactly did he want to do? Chu Qingfang was confused and couldn't figure it out.

There were three lines of guards in front and behind the mansion, and even the door of this room was guarded by the patrol camp. Could Bei Tang have such a powerful ability to bypass the elite soldiers of Kezhou and rob people?
Chu Qingfang knew that she lacked experience and did not understand how to react to the current turbulent situation. She paused for a moment and wanted to turn around and leave.

"Then then."

Chu Hui followed her daughter's back, but couldn't help but stop her.

"If your mother appears in your dream, please apologize to her on my behalf."

"In this life, I will be broken into pieces and fall into hell, but it will be difficult to atone for my sins."

Every word was like the underworld, a scalding brand that burned Chu Qingfang's heart. The burning pain still made her eyes red as she turned her back to her father.

The ashes and smell of the burning yellow paper on the hem of the clothes remain in the air at this moment.

Like benzoin, it gave Chu Hui, who had been in constant fear, a rare sense of peace.

Chu Qingfang didn't turn back and quickly disappeared at the door.
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"You mean, he wants to see me?"

East Street, the water flows east.

It was noon now in the hall and there were few customers to be seen. Only the waiters were finishing up and packing up.

Today, Hengzhi was different from usual. He wore a wide-sleeved robe and sat at the table very eye-catchingly.

People come and go in front of the door, and many of them stick their heads out to look in.

However, now everyone in the city knows that Shui Changdong is the property of Zhao Hou's wife. It is only natural for Zhao Hou to appear here.

"If Chu Qingfang comes, he will say he wants to see Princess Xuancheng." Heng Qi took the registration book and looked at today's performance one by one. "I'm afraid he knows your identity."

Not bad, one funeral and two weddings.

Ah-yi's original idea of ​​the collision of red and white was thought to be difficult to realize. But now, not long after, I really saw two completely different situations separated by a curtain, and I still praised it sincerely.

Being born into a royal family is such a waste of her talent.

Ah'ao supported her chin and thought, and her hands involuntarily pinched a pendant on Hengzhi's waist and played with it.

This is a very intimate posture.

Hengzhi sat sideways, leaning towards her. Ah-yi also intentionally sat close to him, at the table.

The knees touched and the elbows rubbed against each other.

The shop assistants, from Zheng Da and Zhao Zhuo who were accustomed to seeing each other, to the waiter who just came here two days ago, all avoided looking at him tacitly.

"Then should I go?" A'ao discussed.

In fact, there is no need to discuss it.

Ah'ao suddenly realized that they had reached a point where they could consult each other on everything they did.

Although this step was discussed before, it is completely different now.

In short, it's different.

"Chu Hui wants to see you, so naturally he will follow your opinion." Hengzhi spoke to A'ao and looked at her seriously.

Their eyes met each other, which reminded Ah'an of something that happened a long time ago.

On the day she decided to book this shop, she returned excitedly to the study in the courtyard, half-hiding the sight behind a rolling curtain.

It rained the next day. After the anniversary ceremony of Hengzhi's mother's death, A'ao went to the military office.

Hengzhi, holding an umbrella and wearing dark clothes, followed A'an.

"You follow me like this, as if I am bullying you by taking advantage of my power."

When she reached the door, Ah'ao suddenly turned around and saw someone a few steps away.

In the corridor, water was dripping from the edges of their umbrellas, creating an unapproachable distance between them.

"That's because I'm relying on the princess's power." Hengzhi curled his lips slightly, looking very happy today.

I thought today was Madam Xu's death day, so he would be feeling depressed.

I was trying hard to think of ways to coax him.

What a waste of time, Ah'ao thought, and laughed too.

"After all, I am yours. You can't let him think that you are alone and easy to bully."

Although the tone is light, the words are full of warmth.

"Sweet talk." Ah'ao taught him word by word.

"Go ahead, I'll wait here. The guards inside all know the young marquis's wife, so just call them if there's anything." Heng Zhi raised his chin slightly and stuffed a palm-length dagger into her palm.

The rain was getting heavier, and the once bustling Canjun Mansion was now eerily quiet.

The tiles were covered with rain curtains, and the umbrella above my head was tapping with raindrops, making a tapping sound.

The peach blossoms have already faded, and the petals are scattered all over the ground, but the leaves are still bright green and shiny.

A'ao pushed open the door, held the umbrella horizontally, and put it away calmly.

"I am honored to have the princess here."

Before I walked in, Chu Hui's slightly desolate voice rang out.

Ah'ao glanced sideways.

(End of this chapter)