What do these people dispose of?

Song Yuan, who was originally sluggish, looked at it with condensed eyes, under what circumstances would he have to deal with some people? There must be something unknowable.....

"Baby, who's who? what's wrong?" he said in a hoarse voice, the first thing he said since he came home.

Song Ying said: "Today, my mother is sick in the yard. ”

From receiving the bad news from Mrs. Song to confirming that she had died, Song Yuan was sad and didn't know anything about him, how Mrs. Song got sick, what happened, what she said before she died, he didn't know and didn't ask, at this time when he heard that the illness was in the courtyard, he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately thought of something, his face was pale, his expression was complicated with grief and anger, and his stiff body began to tremble.

"She, she's going to be—" His voice trembled almost speechlessly, apparently already understanding something.

Song Ying said: "What we said about Xue Qing's assassination should have been heard by my mother at night, and she ran out in the morning while I was watching Huzi and fell on the side of the road." ”

With such a sick body, he can't go out at all, not to mention that he is still in a state of panic, and the essence that is so easy to accumulate will inevitably collapse..... Song Yuan stretched out his hand to cover his face, and the stopped cry overflowed from his fingers again, and the whole person was also bent.

"She's finally, still, dying for this.," he whimpered.

Suppressed cries rang out in the room.

Song Ying's expression was still the same, there was no sadness or joy, and said: "I found out that I followed and said a lot of things when I persuaded my mother, because in the middle of the road, Ji Zhong meant that I don't know if anyone heard it." ”

Ji Chong said: "I was ordered to retreat. That is, he was not there.

Then this is unguarded, hearing this, Song Yuan's crying stopped, and the person also raised his head, his godlessness and weakness disappeared, and his eyebrows and eyes were erected.

At that time, there was no one left in the inner house. He said word by word.

Ji Zhong didn't respond and looked at Song Ying.

Song Ying shook her head and said, "There's no need, it's just a little thing." ”

Song Yuan sat up straight and said: "Baby, this is not good, I know that you are measured in your actions and will not say too much, but now at this time, you can't be casual at all, even if you only mention one name, if it spreads, someone with a heart will definitely notice it, and it will be troublesome." His eyes were silent, "Your mother has passed away, and it is reasonable for me to deal with some people." A weird smile appeared on his face, as if he was happy and sad, and a dry sound came out of his mouth, "I, Song Yuan, am still afraid of more stigma and scolding?"

Song Ying said: "No, Dad, don't do this, first, it's unnecessary, second, although it's my father's dealer, but this time it's because of my mother's business..." ”

Song Yuan's expression darkened, his body was stiff again, as if he couldn't hold it anymore, he raised his hand and pressed his face and rubbed it vigorously, and then squeezed out a little strength to raise his head, and said: "These names before and after death are just that..."

Song Ying interrupted him and said, "It's okay not to let the news get out." ”

Song Yuan was stunned.

"I can't control who hears it and how much it hears. Song Ying said, "But I can control the news and not spread it from our family." ”

Song Yuan held the table with his hand and hesitated: "What do you mean..."

"Remain the same. Song Ying said, "It's just that everyone in the inner house that day will not go out of the house, and my mother's funeral will take seven hundred and forty-nine days, and it is reasonable not to let you go out and not see the guests in the inner house, I think, this time is enough..." ”

Song Yuan was silent.

"Baby. He said, "It's safest to be dead." ”

Song Ying smiled and said, "Death doesn't solve any problems, I never want anyone to die." Looking at the jumping lights on the table, the room was already white, as if it were daylight, "As long as they want to live, let them live." ”

Unless they don't want to live.

Ji Zhong lowered his eyes and quietly retreated.

Song Yuan's expression was dumbfounded, and he was out of his body again, and after a while, the whole person was drained of his strength and curled up, covering his face with his hands.

"For so many years.. It's all over... It's just a few days away... Why can't you live.... Why can't I think about it... ”

The whimpering sound poured out and the hand could not hide it, and the man sat on the chair and opened his mouth wide and cried.

A dry cry of only one tone resounded in the Song Mansion again, winding, penetrating, circling, and spreading out in the night sky.

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The two girls standing in front of the door couldn't help but look back at the night sky, which was also lit up, but there were fewer people, and it looked a little empty.

Never heard a man's cry... The door creaked open, and the candle in the girl's hand illuminated the room.

"Aunt Chan, you live here, and the bedding and tea sets are all new. The girl said, placing the candle on the table.

Cicada followed the step to look inside.

"It's a bit small. The maidservant said.

Cicada Yi shook her head: "It's not small, it's much older than what I live at home, thank you sister, you go and rest, it's been a busy day." ”

The maidservant smiled and said, "It's okay, Miss arranged it well, we won't be tired of replacement, and you can rest too." He walked out.

Cicada Yi sent out the door, and looked around with a little curiosity, just like all people who have arrived in the new environment, but this is the Song Mansion, and she can't be too curious and casual, she quickly retracted her gaze and closed the door.

The doors and windows are closed, the lights and candles are flickering, and the late autumn night is warm.

Like all solitary people, Cicada Yi let out a breath of relaxation on his shoulders and immediately walked around the house, drinking tea, washing, changing into new clothes, as if he was going to do something but had nothing to do, yawning.

"I have to do things tomorrow, and I have to keep my spirits up. She muttered, her cheeks puffed slightly, and she blew out the light, and the room fell into darkness.

The figure in the darkness got up and stretched, walked to the edge of the bed and collapsed, and finally found a comfortable position and fell asleep.

The light of the white lanterns in the courtyard gradually swayed in the night, and the room seemed to be covered with a layer of moonlight softly, illuminating the sleeping cicada clothes on the bed, her eyes were open and motionless.

Don't move, the boy said at the time, as long as you don't move, you will be fine, you will not be discovered.

Don't move, don't move anything, wait, wait.

The quilt covered the possible prying eyes, and the hands of the girls who were placed in it dared to clench, tugging at the obscene clothes, silently again and again, venting the shock and panic of the scene they saw during the day.....

Xue Qing.

Why did you mention Xue Qing?

Xue Qing.

Cicada Yi bit her lower lip, don't be in a hurry, don't panic, listen to him, like him, don't move, don't be afraid, live.

Alive!

Only alive, as long as alive!

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Being alive is a simple but not easy task.

A gust of wind blew, the dead grass and rotten leaves rolled up and covered the face, and the late autumn of Huangsha Road was much rougher than that of the capital.

Guo Zi'an snorted twice, as if he was spitting out mud and sand, and the military book in his hand had not been closed, and he was still distracted.

Although it was not officially announced, Pei Yanzi got the specific number of deaths, and hundreds of officers and soldiers died that night, yes, both sides were officers and soldiers.

Xue Qing also almost died.

Although he didn't say how to escape death, the people of Zhizhitang didn't care, as long as they were alive, it was fine.

Guo Ziqian exhaled deeply again.

When I went to the capital, Mr. Qingxia died, and Xue Qing almost died, so will I die if I go to the capital? Is this the reason why there is no news from my father, mother, second uncle, and uncle's family so far?

But the deaths of Mr. Qingxia and Xue Qing were both for accusing Qin Tan of killing the king..... Their Guo family did not accuse Qin Tangong.... Can't figure it out.

Guo Ziqian stretched out his hand and grabbed his head, forget it, don't think about it, just wait, do whatever you need him to do.

"Guo Ziqian. A shout came from the side, "Don't work hard to read, it's time to change the shift." ”

Guo Ziqian answered, stuffed the book in his hand into his chest, strode into his companions, and a team of men and horses galloped towards the gate of Huangsha Road.

The Queen's Mausoleum is no longer there, and the forbidden military camp in Huangsha Road has not been removed, and it is still patrolling around the city every day, and it is said that it will not be long before it will be removed.

Although the Queen's Mausoleum is no longer there, Huangsha Dao City has not withered because of this, and the city gate is still lively.

"It's better to have a bowl of wine. "There are soldiers who suggest.

The life in the military camp is boring and the army is strict, and there is only one fun to drink, so it immediately got a response from everyone, although Guo Ziqian has no interest in drinking, but he has fun with his companions, and dismounts with a smile.

The arrival of these people made a commotion in the tea shed on the side of the road, and it was impossible to sit inside, and the shopkeeper was buying tables and chairs on the side of the road, and suddenly there was a commotion in the direction of the city gate, accompanied by shouts.

"The goddess is here. ”

Guo Ziqian and the others, who were waiting on the side of the road, didn't care at first, but suddenly saw that the guests in the tea shed were all hula pouring out, knocking them to the ground.....

"The goddess is here. ”

"I'm lucky to see the goddess today. ”

One by one, they were excited, crowded on the side of the road and looked at the city gate, looking forward to it.

What kind of goddess? Guo Ziqian and the others were puzzled, although they had been here for a few days, they rarely came into the city.

"Guo Ziqian, have you been to Huangsha Road before, do you know the goddess?" someone asked.

Guo Ziqian shook his head and said, "No." "With the coffin of the queen and emperor here, who dares to call it a god?

"Hey, what a goddess, it's a little girl. An officer and soldier standing in front shouted, stretched out his finger and turned back to greet everyone, laughing, "It's like a little bean sprout." ”

Before everyone could look at him, the people next to him looked at him with dissatisfied expressions.

"How do you speak? ”

"Don't be rude to the goddess. ”

"The goddess was hand-picked by the first queen. ”

The first queen mother..... Appointed?

How?

The officers and soldiers were even more stunned, but Guo Ziqian thought of something, took a few steps forward, and looked at the crowd that was getting closer and closer, wouldn't it.....

The crowd did not block the road, everyone just happily and excitedly surrounded the roadside, and on the road a bullock cart drove slowly, and there was no coachman, only a little girl sat on the car, swaying.

At this time, the daylight was shining brightly at noon, shining on the little girl, she was thin, like a child about ten years old, and she was dressed very simply, coarse cloth clothes, braids with colorful threads on her head, small face, her complexion was not white, and her facial features could only be regarded as delicate, just like all very ordinary country children, except for their expressions.

Her expression was calm and indifferent, but the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, which suddenly made her plain face a little more agile.

Surrounded by noise, onlookers, excited, surging, she was as if she had never heard or seen, her eyes did not squint, she sat cross-legged on the plain wooden cart, pulled by the old ox and walked slowly.

This ignorance of this indifference made the people around him even more excited, Guo Ziqian was not excited, only stunned.

This god... Fuck it.

Isn't that Wong Sha Dao orphan...... What's it called?

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(Have a great weekend)