Without Qi Yuanzhang's Jingningbo Mansion, it seems that it is indeed lonelier than usual.

At least, Taiwei misses him.

A father she had never had in mind in the first place, but at some point it had become as important as the people she loved. She lay on the bed, woke up, woke up and fell asleep, but she was in a daze but never slept peacefully.

Half asleep and half awake, Taiwei felt that the tent had been opened.

There was a faint light on her face, numb, like a breeze.

The voice of the person who came was as ethereal as the wind: "Girl...... Wake up girl......"

It's Changxi's voice, but there is weakness and panic in this voice that I haven't heard before.

Taiwei lay on the pillow and raised half of her face to look at the side of the bed: "Father is back?" The girl's hazy sleepy eyes opened a little with difficulty. I don't feel uncomfortable when I fall asleep, but once I wake up completely, I feel very sleepy.

With a yawn, Taiwei sat up from the bed with her hands propped up.

Changxi was still standing by the bed, holding a corner of the tent in his hand and not letting go.

"What's wrong?" Taiwei looked at her hand.

The tent is going to be crumpled.

His gaze moved upward, and it was not until this moment that Taiwei noticed Changxi's pale face.

Changxi looked at her and opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Taiwei was still sleepy, and the more she tried to open her eyes, the more sour her eyes became: "What happened, why are you scared?"

Changxi's hand holding the tent slowly loosened.

She finally squeezed out the words between her teeth: "Uncle, uncle, he...... West went to ......"

Taiwei's brain was dazed, and she asked in a daze, "Where did you go?" However, before the words fell, her ears were already "buzzing", like a heavy slap in the face.

She suddenly came to her senses and grabbed Changxi's arm: "What did you say?"

Changxi's nose was sour, where did he still have the strength to say it again: "Girl......"

The tent was not hung up, but fell down again.

Taiwei's face was hidden behind the tent, expressionless like a dummy.

"Girl......"

Changxi went back and forth, except for the word "girl", he couldn't say anything else.

Suddenly, the tent was lifted, and Taiwei came out of it. The crow's long hair was scattered behind her, and she went out barefoot.

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The thin clothes seemed to be blown away by the cold wind.

She walked in the wind.

Step by step, it gradually turned into running.

The corridor is empty and empty.

Only the sound of her footsteps, clicking, clicking, like a heartbeat.

Suddenly, his foot was broken, and Taiwei, who had always been nimble, fell to the ground. There was a "bang", as if the bones were broken together with the heart.

Changxi, who finally caught up, saw this and exclaimed in surprise that he wanted to step forward to help her.

But when her hand reached out, she found her girl trembling.

The thin and thin back is shivering like a dead leaf.

"Girl?"

Changxi's hand lightly landed on Taiwei's back.

Taiwei lay on the ground and retched suddenly.

She hadn't eaten for a day, her stomach was empty, and she couldn't vomit anything. But her stomach was cramping, forcing her to vomit. Whether it's bile or heart, it seems that he has to vomit out all his internal organs, and the hand holding his stomach will not let go.

She curled up in pain.

Changxi had never seen such a girl.

She untied her thick jacket and tried to drape it on Taiwei.

But before the jacket was covered, her hand was grabbed by too little.

The girl's slender fingers have great strength: "What about my mother?" She got up from the ground and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand: "I'm fine, you don't have to follow me." ”

Changxi hugged her jacket and looked at her worriedly.

Taiwei said word by word in the wind: "You go to your mother's house, look at her, don't let her go ahead." ”

Changxi's eyes were red, and tears fell: "Madame already knows...... It was Madame who sent someone to you. ”

Taiwei still didn't have any expression on her face.

She just wiped the corners of her mouth over and over again, rubbing the skin red.

In the cold wind, her lips were miserable white.

After a long time, she nodded and continued to walk forward.

The feet were still bare, and they didn't seem to know the cold.

The bright light of the sky illuminated her face, but it did not shine into her eyes. She looked at the crowd in front of her, and only felt that it was dark and oppressive, as if the night had fallen early, enveloping everyone.

She heard a commotion.

It came from outside the house.

Laba.

The rare liveliness made the people of the old country forget the brutal emperor in the imperial city, forget the beautiful scenery of the old days, and forget the world where the villain is in charge.

Everyone was immersed in the festivities.

Only Jing Ningbo's mansion, dim and cold.

Dark clouds overhead.

Taiwei took two steps forward with heaviness.

She saw her mother crying, her grandmother crying, her sisters crying, and even the servants crying heartbreakingly. But she didn't have tears, she couldn't cry.

She had only an empty heart, and the wind kept whining and whining.

Heaven and earth are in front of you.

It's so empty and lonely.

Too micro weaves through the crowd.

She heard someone shouting to her, girl—girl—shouting more anxiously, but she turned a deaf ear, just forward, and forward.

She walked all the way to the coffin.

A plain and clean coffin, there is no look like her father.

She stood beside the coffin, thinking of her father in a daze.

The eyebrows, eyes and facial features are all blurred.

She lowered her head and carefully observed the person lying in the coffin. The handsome middle-aged man, who has lost his vitality, still has a handsome appearance.

But this person is not like a father.

Tai muttered to herself: "This is not my father'......"

"My dad didn't have a serious day, he just knew how to giggle and laugh. ”

"How could such a person who lies quietly and honestly be him...... You've misidentified someone......"

"You must have recognized the wrong person......

She raised her eyes and looked ahead, and saw Xue Huaijian.

But apart from a coffin, a few steps away, there was like a moat between them.

She can't get by, he can't get by.

Everything, everything has changed.

Taiwei took a step back.

Laba, Laba.

Seven treasures and five flavors porridge.

It's Laba again.

In her previous life, she lost her mother. This time, she had a mother, but lost her father forever.

There had never been a moment when she hated God like she did today.

Laughter burst through the air.

The world is celebrating.

It's ironic.

What a joy.

Jiao Xuan in the palace has sunk his face for a day. When he went to see Emperor Jianyang, his face was still not very good-looking.

Emperor Jianyang had a calm face.

He sat behind the desk and read a book, reading it with relish, and he didn't even mean to deal with Jiao Xuan.

It's still the dwarf Xiao Zhu who greeted Jiao Xuanjin with a smile.

The chairs were covered with thick and soft fur cushions, which were warm.

Jiao Xuan sat up and let out a sigh.

The dwarf Xiaozhu stood on the ground, tilted his head to look at him, and suddenly asked, "Jing Ningbo's death, could it be the handiwork of the national teacher?"