The imperial concubine and the third prince naturally didn't know that although Gu Yuan had woken up now, the whole person looked confused. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Due to the severe injury in his legs and the delay for too long, he could only rely on acupuncture to maintain his legs, and I don't know if he can recover.

And Mrs. Zheng, who had intended to be close to her sister's family, forcibly brought Zheng Jing'er back to her home, and never let her appear in Anyang Bofu again, or should I say, not appear anywhere......

Mrs. An Yangbo looked at her husband's body and her ailing son, and at the same time was heartbroken, she faced the betrayal and abandonment of her brother and sister-in-law...... But he had to grit his teeth and personally begged Gu Yuantang's family to preside over the memorial and funeral for her husband.

Jing Yun went straight to Anyang Bo's Mansion after leaving the palace, and now with Gu Yuan's cousin to help preside, no matter what his character is, at least there will be no one to keep the spirit, and the memorial service is no longer as bad as it was at the beginning.

However, just after stepping into the gate of Anyang Bo's Mansion and looking at the second master Gu who greeted him, Jing Yun still couldn't help frowning, nodded perfunctorily, and subconsciously increased the steps under his feet.

Eighty-one monks, eighty-one, day and night take turns to do the Dharma for the late An Yangbo, the male servants and maids in the house kneel outside the mourning hall one by one, the crying and filial piety one after another and the chanting of the monk faintly and secretly, spread far away, even standing outside the house, you can also hear, look at the scene is extremely magnificent.

It's just that for some reason, Jing Yun felt extremely uncomfortable when he saw the pair of father and son with a beautiful face in front of him! But he was helpless against the current Anyang Bofu.

There is no one in Anyangbo's mansion now, otherwise how could Mrs. Anyangbo let such a villain defile Anyangbo's heroic spirit?

Jing Yun closed her eyes, entered the mourning hall with apologies, gave Uncle An Yang three pillars of fragrance, burned paper money, forcibly endured the nausea and barely exchanged two steps with the father and son, and then turned around and went to the courtyard where Gu Yuan was recuperating without looking at the father and son.

Gu Yuan did not recuperate in the courtyard where he lived, where was the deepest part of Uncle Anyang's mansion, it was extremely inconvenient to seek medical advice, so Mrs. Uncle Anyang cleaned up the "Qi Ming Zhai" not far from the Hanging Flower Gate, which was originally a place for Uncle Anyang to cultivate his self-cultivation......

Jing Yun stepped into the room, bypassed the large black lacquer snail screen, and saw Gu Yuan still lying on the bed in a daze, looking at the top of the tent and not knowing what he was thinking, even when he came in, he had no other reaction.

Jing Yun didn't care, anyway, it had been like this all these days. Jing Yun sat down on the drum stool in front of the bed, frowned and looked at Gu Yuan, and asked with difficulty for a long time, "Do you feel better about the injury on your leg?"

It was like a routine, and he didn't expect him to reply, and after asking, Jing Yun continued: "I entered the palace today, and the Holy Lord and the Third Highness are very worried about you. Speaking of this, Jing Yun paused, and suddenly said, "Your uncle is fighting for an errand for your uncle's lifetime. ”

As soon as these words came out, Gu Yuan really turned his head, propped himself up suddenly, and looked at Jing Yun with scarlet eyes, but due to excessive force, the wound on his arm that had finally healed burst and bleed again.

Gu Yuan didn't care about this, he just stared at Jing Yun's eyes, and asked angrily, "What did you say?"

Seeing this, Jing Yun frowned fiercely, and while getting up and pressing Gu Yuan's shoulders to force him to lie back on the bed, he shouted coldly: "Please Imperial Doctor!"

After speaking, Jing Yun looked at Gu Yuan's unwilling and resentful eyes, sighed deeply, frowned and asked, "What are you in a hurry? The Holy Lord has not yet made up his mind, this is not a trivial matter, how can it be settled in a while? In short, there will be room for a turn before the order is made." ”

Jing Yun's voice was very cold, not that he was dissatisfied with Gu Yuan's attitude, but that he was angry that he cared so much about himself, you know, his life can almost be said to be exchanged for Uncle Anyang's life!

Thinking of the deceased An Yangbo, Jing Yun's eyes also moistened slightly, turned his head away from looking at him, and said lightly: "You can continue to lie dead like this, waiting for someone to take everything away from us, and I will inform you again." ”

In an instant, not only did the blood on Gu Yuan's face fade, but the strength in his body seemed to have been drained and drained, and he fell back to the bed with a "bang" as if he couldn't support it.

Looking at the concentric knot tied with pearls on the top of the tent, a tear slowly flowed from the corner ......of Gu Yuan's eyes, but he still murmured unwillingly: "How could he be like this?

Speaking of this, Gu Yuan turned his head to look at Jing Yun with more and more sadness, as if seeking comfort, more like hoping that Jing Yun would deceive him, even if it was a word!

At this moment, Mrs. An Yangbo walked in with the imperial doctor, and saw that the pure white muslin cloth bandaged on Gu Yuan's wound had been stained with blood, and the red was dazzling!

Mrs. An Yangbo, who had been gritting her teeth and holding out the strength, finally collapsed, tears fell down, and she took three steps and two steps to Gu Yuan's bed, raised her hand and wanted to slap him twice, but she couldn't bear to do it when she saw him covered in injuries.

The palm raised high, slowly retracted, leaving only one finger, pointed at his nose and cried and scolded: "I treat you as a fighter! Now that your father's bones are not cold, we in Anyang Bofu are waiting for you to support the court, what do you want to do now?"

After speaking, he pointed his arm horizontally in the direction of the mourning hall, looked at Gu Yuan and said in a trembling voice: "Listen, listen! Your father's body is still resting there......

When Mrs. An Yangbo said this, she opened her mouth several times, but she couldn't make a sound, and then she continued: "Before, there was not even a person who kept a watch! I was counting on you to get better, and I could give your father a ride, and I was counting on you to get better, and I could give your father a banner and fulfill your filial piety! But you ......."

Mrs. An Yangbo couldn't say any more...... Why didn't she know that Gu Yuan was like this now, in addition to her uncle's death, her own injury, and the things her brother's family had done?

Mrs. An Yangbo closed her eyes and let the tears roll down, and stood tremblingly in front of Gu Yuan's bed, not to mention Gu Yuan, even Jing Yun's eyes were red when she saw it, and she really didn't feel at ease to let her stand like that, and stepped forward to hold her arm with her head down.

Gu Yuan was also in tears, remorseful and aggrieved, but he couldn't say a word at this time. The remorse in my heart, when I saw Mrs. An Yangbo's tears, I couldn't help but burst out, and I cried like a child.

After the wound was rebandaged and confirmed by the imperial doctor that it was fine, Uncle Anyang took Jingyun's hand and pleaded: "Persuade him for me, our house is ...... now" said Mrs. An Yangbo's tears flowed again.