As soon as Zhu Youzhu was in a coma, he was in a coma for two days, and when he woke up, he saw a pair of children sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him seriously. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Father, you're awake!" After seeing his father wake up, Zhu Houzhao's face suddenly showed an expression of surprise and joy.

He threw himself forward, tears in his eyes.

Zhu Xiurong stood behind Zhu Houzhao and saw his father wake up, his eyes were also surprised and happy, but compared to his brother, Zhu Xiurong's eyes were a little more sad.

"The Eighteenth Year of Hongji ......"

Zhu Youzhu was still half-asleep and half-awake, looked at the children standing by the bed, read softly, and fell asleep again.

However, although Zhu Youzhang's voice was small, Zhu Houzhao and Zhu Xiurong heard his light voice.

Eighteen years of Hongji!

After realizing what his father's voice was talking about, Zhu Xiurong was shocked, and tears, irrepressibly, popped out of his eyes.

She hurriedly covered her eyes, but no matter how hard she covered them, Zhu Xiurong couldn't restrain her tears.

Not only could I not restrain my tears, but even my crying could not be suppressed.

"Rongrong!"

Hearing Zhu Xiurong's cry, Zhu Houzhao stood up suddenly, his eyes were red, and he stared at his sister tightly.

"What are you crying about?" Zhu Houzhao's voice was trembling slightly, trembling, with a little fear, "What did my father say, the eighteenth year of Hongzhi, what does it mean?" ”

Zhu Xiurong still covered his face and didn't say a word.

She cried so much that she couldn't even speak.

Before coming to ancient times, Zhu Xiurong had lived with his father, and he had a certain psychological preparation for the eighteenth year of Hongzhi.

However, no matter how prepared you are, you can't compare to the reality you are facing now.

Her father...... Before you can speak, you have to experience death...... Zhu Xiurong looked at his father's withered face on the bed, and his crying became more and more poignant.

"......" Zhu Houzhao looked at his sister with red eyes.

Standing quietly beside his sister for a long time, the mixed look in Zhu Houzhao's eyes dissipated, replaced by a little clear sadness.

He walked to his sister's side lightly and didn't say anything, just hugged Zhu Xiurong into his arms.

Zhu Youzhu woke up again two days later, and when he woke up, the first thing he saw was his son and daughter.

"Father, you're awake." Seeing Zhu Youzhu open his eyes, Zhu Houzhao immediately pounced.

He shook his father's hand so hard that his eyes were red again.

In the two days that his father was in a coma, Zhu Houzhao's grief had been fully vented, but when he saw his father who woke up, Zhu Houzhao's eyes still couldn't help but turn red again.

What does the eighteenth year of Hongzhi mean, when Zhu Xiurong's mood stabilized in the past two days, he had already told Zhu Houzhao everything.

"Child, the eighteenth year of Hongzhi...... Do you know all about it? ”

Father and son for so many years, as long as he looks at the look on his son's face, Zhu Youzhu can guess what his son thinks.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't speak, just nodded with tears in his eyes.

"Zhao'er, Rongrong, you come here."

Zhu Youzhu looked at his pair of children and patted the side of the bed with a smile.

Looking at the children who walked to the side of the bed by Yiyan, Zhu Youzhu struggled to sit up, stretched out his hand, and held the children's hands, with a light of pride in his eyes.

Yushu Linfeng's son, the slim daughter......

Ayan, do you see? This is our child, our proudest and most important baby.

In the following days, Zhu Xiurong and Zhu Houzhao lived in the Qianqing Palace.

The emperor of the Ming Dynasty fell, the affairs of the Ming Dynasty could not be handled by anyone, Zhu Houzhao was completely busy, and in front of Zhu Youzhang's hospital bed, Zhu Houzhao could often be seen holding the appearance of reading the folds.

Unless necessary, Zhu Xiurong never left his father's bedside.

After fainting this time, Zhu Youzhang's body gradually showed signs of running out of oil and withering the lamp.

When he was in the hospital bed, Zhu Youzhu was basically in a comatose state, and rarely woke up, but as long as he woke up, he would cheer up and chat with his children.

The father and son all tacitly agreed not to mention the eighteenth year of Hongzhi, and their topics basically revolved around the deceased Zhang Yan.

During this time, Zhu Xiurong accumulated from childhood to adulthood, and the pain and sorrow of not having parents gradually disappeared.

Although she grew up without parents and grew up alone, she now listens to her father and brother, talking about her mother with happiness and love, and the three of them communicate with each other about the most important person in their hearts.

The deceased Zhang Yan seems to be a bond, connecting the three people tightly.

Inevitably, Zhu Xiurong also talked about her relationship problems and the ex-boyfriend who abandoned her.

Maybe it's because of the sadness, maybe it's because by his father and brother's side, Zhu Xiurong found that when he talked about himself and his ex-boyfriend, there were no mood swings at all.

It's as if you're talking about someone else's business.

However, Zhu Youzhu was immediately furious.

His glory is the crystallization of his love with Zhang Yan, and he is the daughter he has been looking forward to for a long time.

And now, there are still people who dare to hurt her daughter.

"What kind of thing is this man? How dare I look down on you! Even when he was seriously ill, talking about his daughter's negative ex-boyfriend, "if he had ...... in ancient times"

The angry tone and concerned tone were exactly the same as Zhu Houzhao's reaction when he heard this.

"Dad......" Zhu Xiurong hugged his father coquettishly, feeling that his heart was warm.

The feeling of having someone to support you is just different.

"Rongrong ......" Zhu Youzhu gently stroked his daughter's head and looked at his daughter's expression.

After making sure that there were no negative expressions such as pain on his daughter's face, Zhu Youzhang's face also became solemn: "Rongrong, Dad wants to criticize you fiercely!" ”

“？？？” Zhu Xiurong's eyes widened suddenly.

"Rongrong, although the matter has passed, in your description, I still heard that you once wanted to forgive your ex-boyfriend."

Zhu Youzhu looked at his daughter, and his expression became more and more serious: "For such a slut, you don't want to clean him up so much, at the very least, you have to get rid of him fiercely!" ”

"You still want to redeem it? He didn't care about you at all, and you still cared so much about him? ”

"I ......" Zhu Xiurong's lips opened, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say a word.

Because, she really doesn't know what to say.

Thinking of the self who used to practice himself so much, Zhu Xiurong was ashamed of himself, and he couldn't wait to go back to the past and slap that self hard. (To be continued.) )