Hu Qingchen's footsteps condensed slightly, and he turned his eyes to look at Murong Qian: "What's the matter, you want me to ask the government again?" ”

Murong Qian shook his head and shook his head, so he made a fool of himself: "There is no political matter, just a family matter!" I'll tell you if you want to! ”

"Don't!"

"Really?"

Xun Qingchen covered his ears and walked into the distance: "Don't 1 Murong Qian deliberately raised his voice high: "Father and Emperor issued an order to move Situ Zhouzong to the right prime minister!" Hu Qingchen put down his palm, stopped, turned around, and couldn't hide his surprise in his words: "You mean, my father ......" Hu Qingchen looked at the deep meaning in Murong's shallow eyes, knowing that this was true, her peach blossom face was unconsciously filled with a touch of relief, father, after all, he got what he wanted. "Okay, you Murong Qian!" Hu Qingchen walked over, stretched out his finger and pointed at Murong Qian's nose, "You actually hid me from dying like this1" I also confirmed the news from Lord Han Xizai's mouth that my father-in-law was about to give purple worship, I am afraid that this will has just reached Situ Mansion! Hun Qingchen knew in his heart, and he unconsciously lowered his head and sighed: "My father treats my sisters well, you can do what he wants all his life, but it is also sorry in my heart.1 Murong Qian hugged Hun Qingchen and explained gently: "Qingchen ......" "Miss! Miss! Liuzhu's shout came through the maple leaf with a loud voice, "Prime Minister, Prime Minister, he ......" Hun Qingchen looked at Liuzhu's tearful appearance, and suddenly felt bad: "Father, what's wrong with him?" "Prime Minister, he's gone!" The whimpering in the mourning hall of Situ Mansion cried out a thin autumn rain, hazy and enveloped in the heaven and earth, floating coldly on the tablet engraved with the official rank. Zhou Zong was dressed in purple and lay calmly in the coffin, his stiff wrinkles still carrying the joy of sealing the photo. When the salute was finished, it was suddenly difficult to hide the sadness in his heart, his body couldn't help twitching, and his pupils were dry and open, but he didn't shed a single tear. It's not so much sadness, it's more like being afraid, afraid of this bone-eroding **, afraid of this ruthless years. Murong Qian gently pulled her away, wanting to appease her feelings, but Hun Qingchen couldn't move her feet, the corners of her clothes were tightly pulled by a small hand Zhu Hun Qingchen stabilized her mind, looked back and touched Leng Yueping lovingly, looking at her appearance of wearing linen and filial piety, she felt distressed: "Ping'er 1 When Qian's finger touched Leng Yueping's body, she shivered unconsciously. Leng Yueping's expression was indifferent, silent and silent, just tugging at the corner of his clothes to go elsewhere. Murong Qian was very dissatisfied with Leng Yueping's behavior, and frowned: "Leng Yueping, what are you going to do!" "Ah Qian!" Xun Qingchen shook his head at Murong Qian, asking him to calm down for a while, and then, half-bent his body, and said softly, "Ping'er, what's wrong?" Leng Yueping used force on his hand, and his words were cold, without a trace of greeting: "Go!" Hu Qingchen knew that Leng Yueping had something in his heart, nodded lightly, and obediently followed Leng Yueping forward. She also knew that Murong Qian and Leng Yueping had never been at odds, so she looked back and motioned for him to wait here, no need to follow! Leng Yueping didn't raise her eyes to pay attention to Murong Qian's uneasiness, nor did she respond to Hun Qingchen's tenderness, she only kept her face cold, and led Hun Qingchen to the shore of Jingxin Lake step by step. "What's wrong, Ping'er?"