Zhou Dingan had a hair on his back and hurriedly retracted his hand.

Too slightly laughed.

How can such a man be worthy of being liked?

With a smile, the sparkle in her eyes gradually dimmed.

The fireworks burned out, the ground was silver and gray, and there was no temperature to speak of.

Without hesitation, she turned around and walked off into the distance.

Zhou Dingan was left far behind by her.

He will never be able to catch up with her, he will never be able to walk side by side with her, and he will never be Qi Yuanzhang's "son".

The vigil burns incense, and the funeral is broken.

He wants to do it, and he just does it.

She would never stop him.

......

The cold wind blew on his face like a knife, and he squinted his eyes too slightly.

It's another day.

People who came to mourn were still in an endless stream.

Her dad is really likeable......

Taiwei knelt in front of the spirit and lowered his head honestly.

Even the Marquis of Yongding came.

It's amazing.

The third sister killed his son, and he can still come to her father to incense, which is really amazing. At this time, he is happy in his heart, and he can't laugh in front of people, so why bother?

Taiwei closed her eyes.

Someone gently touched her hand.

"What's wrong?" Tai lowered his voice and asked Xiao Qi beside him.

Xiao Qi sniffed and said softly, "Emperor Ji is here." ”

Taiwei opened her eyes and looked ahead.

Sure enough, it was Emperor Shouchun who came.

She walked straight towards Taiwei, her eyes red and shouted "Little Five". Behind her was the sixth prince Yang Jue.

Taiwei couldn't help but think that the old man in her family was so big that even Yang Jue had to come to burn incense for him to see him off.

She stood up and joined the crowd in saluting the two great men.

After incense, Yang Jue is leaving.

Emperor Shouchun was a little hesitant.

Yang Jue grabbed her arm and dragged the person out.

The impatience on his face almost trickled to the ground, and he didn't want to go out as soon as he ran into the great eunuch Huo Linchun again.

"Father asked you to come?" Yang Jue stood still, frowned and asked.

Huo Linchun smiled, and his peach blossom eyes bent slightly: "Your Highness asked this, it wasn't sent by the emperor to our family, who else could it be?"

Emperor Shouchun gently tugged at Yang Jue's sleeve: "Are you still leaving?"

Yang Jue frowned: "Go, of course you have to go, what do you want to do if you stay." ”

He dragged his sister, crossed Huo Linchun, and strode forward.

The footsteps became farther and farther away, and Huo Linchun put away the smile on his face. He walked to the spirit, lit incense, condoled, and put on the most painful look in the world.

Zhou Dingan was not to be outdone, his eyes were red, and he cried with a handful of snot and tears.

A few of the younger ones, seeing him crying, also began to cry.

The mourning hall instantly became a sea of tears.

The strange man standing in the sea became very conspicuous.

Qi Ying, the second girl in plain clothes, looked indifferent as if she was elsewhere.

It's really like an immortal in the Nine Heavens.

Huo Linchun thought a little distractedly.

The pearl and jade are on the side, and I feel that I am filthy.

Such a Qi Ying simply made him embarrassed and excited.

He looked away with difficulty and landed on Zhou Dingan.

Jing Ningbo's nephew was crying so sadly.

A face, wet and dry, dry and wet.

It was as if there were endless tears.

When the national teacher came, he could still cry heartbreakingly.

Taiwei said in his heart, he can cry like this, he is really a man made of water...... She was ashamed of herself, and the more she thought about it, the more ruthless she became. One Qi Ying, the other her, is like the two daughters picked up by the Qi family.

Turning his head, Taiwei saw Jiao Xuan.

The national teacher is wearing the appearance of running for funeral.

The expression on his face was also very depressed.

Next to him stood Xue Huaijian.

As soon as Taiwei turned around, he noticed her.

Or is it like this......

Or is it so far away......

Xue Huai's eyes dimmed slightly, and the hand hanging by his side slowly tightened.

Jiao Xuan stared at Taiwei from afar, and suddenly asked, "Now that the matter is over, do you still want to marry that child?"

Xue Huaijian did not hesitate at all: "Yes." ”

Jiao Xuan smiled almost inaudibly: "But, is she still willing to marry you?"

Jiao Xuan knows very well that if he wants to marry, he naturally has a way to marry, but forcibly marrying is obviously not what the adopted son wants. He retracted his gaze, turned his face, looked at Xue Huaijian, and said in a low voice: "I see, the children of Sun Ge's hometown are not bad, why don't you pick one there?"

Xue Huaijian didn't look at him, and after a moment of silence, he asked rhetorically: "You have long expected that Jing Ningbo will not live long, right?"

Jiao Xuan's eyes deepened when he looked at him.

Xue Huaijian said in a low voice, and continued: "It was because I mentioned the marriage proposal that day, so you didn't object, did you?"

Jiao Xuan coughed twice: "What is not, I am not an immortal, how can I be like a god like this, knowing that Jing Ningbo has such a catastrophe in his life." If it weren't for the remnants of the Restoration Army, he would still have decades to live at a young age. ”

Seeing that his adopted son no longer answered, Jiao Xuan stopped talking.

Groups of mourners came.

Jiao Xuan suddenly frowned: "Who is that?"

Qi Yuanzhang has no son.

In front of the Qi family's mourning hall, there should not be a man.

He stared at Zhou Ding'an's figure and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"Is it Jing Ningbo's nephew?"

Xue Huaijian replied, "Yes."

Jiao Xuan sighed and said, "Jing Ningbo has no sons, only a bunch of daughters, it's a pity. ”

"I heard that he and Sun Ge Lao met in front of the 'twelfth floor', it was originally for the marriage of the two families. I just don't know, this is talking about the marriage of two children. ”

But now the two of them can only be in-laws in Huangquan. ”

Jiao Xuanxu chattered, as if he really cared about the marriage of the two juniors.

He stepped forward to light incense and talked to Zhou Ding'an: "Jing Ningbo has a nephew like you, and he is no different from his own son. ”

Jiao Xuan, who had a kind face, surprised and delighted Zhou Dingan.

This is the National Teacher!

His eyes, which had been red from crying, became even more red.

Taiwei looked at them with a cold expression.

The people who came to mourn were already familiar with each other, and after staying for a long time, they began to gather together and whisper.

As his grandmother wished, Zhou Dingan showed a good face.

Everyone saw him standing in front, and he had more weight than many daughters of the Qi family.

Who can think that he is not important?

Taiwei pricked up his ears, and suddenly heard someone talking about Sun Jiehai.

This group of people, leaving the Qi family, I am afraid they will have to go to the Sun family.

Sun Jiehai and her father died together in front of the "twelfth floor", which is rarely to cause discussion. It's just that her father plans to marry Sun Jiehai, but she doesn't believe it at all.

This is clearly a fart.

Nonsense.

has had something to do with Xiao Qi, can her father still be in-laws with Sun Jiehai?

Taiwei looked at the dancing candle flame in front of her and gritted her teeth.

Anyway, Sun Jiehai is dead, and she is very happy.

She lowered her head and quietly grabbed Xiao Qi's hand on the side, holding it tightly.

Xiao Qi lost weight.

The fingers are thin.

No one spoke.

There are only two hands, one large and one small, firmly held together.

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