Dressed in a plain half-worn placket, Gu Qingwei, who had no embellishments in his black hair, sat upright in front of the bed. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The carved rosewood bed was her dowry, and the finely textured rosewood that had grown for many years was carefully crafted by the finest craftsmen for a whole year.

As the daughter of the Gu family, since she was born, her elders began to manage her future dowry, and when she got married, the dowry was as valuable as head jewelry, ordinary as the usual dishes, all of which were fine products in the world.

But now, on the bed that went to the capital with her, there was a man who was so sick that he didn't know who was going to know anyone.

Seeing that the lips of the person on the bed twitched as if he was about to wake up, Gu Qingwei took the sweet white porcelain medicine bowl in the red lacquered and gold-painted tray beside him, and carefully fed the warm medicinal juice into the man's mouth with a silver spoon with exquisite patterns, and then took out a light green silk silk and pressed it on his lips, which looked warm from taking medicine.

The hazel liquid quickly opened, leaving a slightly wet mark on the silk.

I don't know if it came from the medicine bowl on his side or the silk silk in his hand, Gu Qingwei smelled a faint bitter taste on the tip of his nose.

He glanced at the silk silk in his hand lightly, his eyes paused slightly as he swept over the brown marks, and then he didn't take the silk silk into his arms, but just put it in the tray at will.

If you go back, you will ruin it, Gu Qing didn't think about it.

After doing all this, she folded her hands above her knees, and looked at Ning Zhiyuan, who was lying on the bed with blank eyes due to a long illness, in this dignified posture.

This man is Gu Qingwei's husband who has been with him for decades.

Dingguo Gongning Zhiyuan has been romantic for a lifetime, and there are still poems and songs he wrote for those happy people in the market, and the romantic stories that provoked are a few that can be counted by any ignorant child.

And now, he can only lie on the bed like this, relying on precious medicinal materials every day to hang his breath.

Gu Qingwei married into the Dingguo Mansion at the age of sixteen, and it has been nearly forty years now.

Qinghe Gu clan is a family of gate lords who have gone through several dynasties and generations, thinking that when it was at its peak, the officials from the family of five surnames and seven wangs could occupy half of the country in the imperial court, and the scenery was noble, which was really unimaginable.

What's more, the emperor of the previous dynasty had intended to marry his favorite princess into the Gu family, but was categorically rejected by the patriarch of the Gu family.

The original gate valve family had such confidence.

But no matter what kind of scenery it is, it's only in the past.

Scold......

Everyone in the world says that the Duchess of Dingguo is a first-class virtuous and dignified person in this world, but if a person drinks water, he knows his own warmth and coldness, and only the person concerned can understand the pain and happiness.

Thinking of these old things, Gu Qingwei's eyes were full of sorrow, but more of it was sarcasm.

Ning Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes at this time, and he was slightly stunned when he noticed the coldness in the depths of Gu Qingwei's eyes.

Even if he had become accustomed to Gu Qingwei's appearance over the years, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

In my memory, when Gu Qingwei first married him, she also had a bright and fresh life, until later......

Thinking of this, Ning Zhiyuan's eyes were abrupt and desolate.

When he was young, he was greedy for color, and when he was in his prime, he had a lot of misunderstandings with Gu Qingwei, and then he simply indulged in lust, completely forgetting that there was a wife in the house, until the two of them went to a strange place.

But it wasn't until he was sick and sick when he was old that he suddenly realized how much of a bastard he was back then.

He had so many confidants, and there were many concubines in the house, but when he was too sick to move, the only one who stayed by his side was this wife who had already been discouraged and desperate for him.

Closing his eyes slightly, Ning Zhiyuan's heart was uncomfortable.

If this kind of awakening had come earlier, perhaps, he and Gu Qingwei would not have come to this point.

Even if he knew that it was too late, Ning Zhiyuan couldn't help but have expectations in the end.

"Huan Yan, please forgive me now, is it too late?" The cloudy eyes had a little light from that expectation.

Huan Yan is Gu Qingwei's milk name.

When they were in love at the beginning, Ning Zhiyuan also hugged Gu Qingwei and whispered in her ear.

Gu Qing was stunned, and then smiled slightly, and said, "What did the master say early and late, did you have nightmares again?"

But he smiled coldly in his heart.

Forgive, what does she use to forgive, and why should she forgive.

After so many years, wouldn't it seem ridiculous to mention anything that is not forgiven.

She is already in her fifties, and she can live a few more years, and the only thing she wants now is to live a happy old age.

As for Ning Zhiyuan's extravagant apologies and affection, let him leave him so many confidantes and concubines.

Since his eyes were particularly dry and thin due to his long-term illness, and he couldn't see Ning Zhiyuan's merry appearance when he was young, he swept lightly, and Gu Qingwei was actually a little happy in his heart.

In the end, time has worn out her hatred for Ning Zhiyuan, but there is still resentment in her heart.

Why, did he spend all his time and energy when he was young and healthy on his many confidants, and now, he is paralyzed into mud in bed, but the person who takes care of his daily life is her, a virtuous and generous person who has been generous all his life?

As long as he thought about it, Gu Qingwei couldn't help but want to sneer.

In this way, he even dared to say the word "forgive", is her Gu Qingwei's forgiveness so cheap?

But......

After glancing at Ning Zhiyuan's lifeless sick face, Gu Qingwei felt a faint sense of relief in his heart.

Ning Zhiyuan, he couldn't hold out for a few days.

As soon as he goes, she will be the wife of the Dingguo Mansion from now on, and she can enjoy her old age without any troubles.

Even if it is extremely rebellious for a wife to look forward to her husband's death, but she has endured it all her life, how can she not feel liberated now?

Thinking about it like this, Gu Qingwei's mood was even happier.

The look in Ning Zhiyuan's eyes gradually dimmed.

He felt his eyelids become heavier and heavier, and before he lost consciousness, he thought that if there was an afterlife, if he could become husband and wife with his Huanyan again, he would definitely live up to her again.

And Gu Qingwei, looking at Ning Zhiyuan, who had fallen asleep again, was also thinking that when Ning Zhiyuan was gone, she would hand over all the affairs of the Guogong Mansion to her son and daughter-in-law, and then move to Rongxi Hall for the elderly.

Well, if there is an afterlife, she will definitely not have anything to do with Ning Zhiyuan again, find a husband who can talk to, and live an ordinary life, even if she does not have the dignity of the duchess of this country, but this, how good.

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