Qi You took the group to the suburbs, only to find that Zheng Rou's grave had not been worshiped all year round. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is not only overgrown with weeds, the stele fades, but also falls into disrepair. Helan Qiyou frowned, feeling very uncomfortable being pulled in his heart.

"It seems that the Zheng family hasn't sent anyone here this year, maybe they're busy preparing for the New Year. Mrs. Qing did not care about her luxurious clothes, but knelt in front of the grave to clear the weeds with her bare hands, and the servants and maidservants quickly took over.

In fact, in addition to the death day, there are several days when the tomb can be swept and sacrificed, but they generally choose to worship before and after the death day at the end of the year in order to avoid the people of the Zheng family. Looking at the situation in front of the grave now, the Zheng family has not been here in the past year.

Helan Qiyou's explanation to Mrs. Qing did not say anything, but when the servant washed the stele, he re-traced it with cinnabar.

The truth is that this is too uncomfortable, it has been less than ten years since Zheng Rou died, and her family actually forgot her here.

When everything was ready, the three animal wine ceremonies were placed, and Mrs. Qing knelt down to burn incense and pray.

He watched it all with mixed feelings. Suddenly realize that Zheng Rou is just a cold stone tablet there, she is nothing anymore, no matter how important she was to him in the past, she no longer exists.

The Qingling woman who was playing Xun in the rain shelter was no longer there, and now it was Qingxuan who occupied his mind.

"Young master...", Mrs. Qing's cry interrupted his thoughts, and he walked over to take the incense sticks she handed over, and offered them to the grave, meditating for a while before offering them.

"This is the last time I'll be here, and I won't come again. ”

Mrs. Qing couldn't believe it, and only when she read the seriousness on his face did she cry out. "Young master, why..."

Helan Qiyou raised his hand to stop her and continued. "You can still come, and the Zheng family can tell me if they need anything in the future. Qing, I have already said before that all my concubines can leave on their own. You can too, so you may have an easier life, and I will guarantee that your life will be the same as it used to be, and maybe even better. ”

Qing never thought that Helan Qiyou would say such a thing to her, she thought that even if all the women left, only she would be the last one left, she couldn't help crying. "Why? Because of the woman—" she wanted to say about the woman, but she was shocked and lost her words, so she changed her words. "Because... She can't tolerate us, so are you going to drive me away? Young master, if you don't like me to come to pay homage to Miss, I won't come in the future, please... No, I beg you not to drive me away. You are Qing's reliance in this life, Qing has nowhere else to go, nowhere to go... Don't..."

Her face was full of despair and excitement, and she was about to fall at his feet. "Please... Young Lord... For so many years... Please... Don't drive me away..."

Helan couldn't bear it in the end, so he hugged her. "If you want to stay, you will stay, and your position will not change. It's only now that I realize that it's not fair for you to keep you and force you to miss Rou'er with me forever. ”

"So the young master doesn't love Miss anymore?, doesn't he miss Miss at all?" she cried in his arms.

Helan Qiyou couldn't answer these questions bluntly at all, love without reciprocation can't establish true love, all he has been thinking about in his heart over the years is just an illusion, a stone tablet, and he can't hold it warmly.

Now Qingxuan is the person in his heart, and it is the real warmth. These words would be more bloody and hurtful, so he didn't want to say them to Qing.