"Your Majesty......" When he saw the person sitting on the edge of the bed, Huai'en's eyes suddenly lit up. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

He struggled to reach out and tried to hold Zhu Youzhang's hand.

"Grandpa Huaien!" Zhu Youzhu immediately stretched out his hand and shook Huai'en's hand hard with his backhand, "I'm here, Youzhu is here." ”

"Your Majesty, Huai En can no longer serve you." Wynne looked at Zhu Youzhu and spoke with difficulty.

"Grandpa Huaien!" Zhu Youzhu couldn't hold back any longer, he held Huai'en's hand hard, and tears fell little by little.

Zhang Yan hugged Zhu Houzhao and stood quietly behind Zhu Youzhang, her eyes were red.

Zhu Houzhao in his arms seemed to feel Zhang Yan's sadness, and his usual activity stopped, and his hands and feet gently caressed Zhang Yan's face.

"Queen Mother......" Huai En's head turned and turned his face to look at Zhang Yan.

"Grandpa Wynne, I'm here." Zhang Yan took a step forward with Zhu Houzhao in her arms and sat down beside Huai'en.

At this angle, she and Zhu Houzhao in her arms are clearly imprinted in Wynne's sight.

Huai En looked at Zhu Houzhao in Zhang Yan's arms in a daze, Zhu Houzhao felt something, and also blinked his eyes and looked at Huai En fluttering.

Huai En trembled and stretched out his hand towards Zhu Houzhao, Zhang Yan saw Huai En's intentions, and hurriedly leaned down and put Zhu Houzhao's hand into Huai En's hand.

Gently holding Zhu Houzhao's hand, Huai'en's eyes moistened a little.

The hand of the newborn child, the hand of his own withered and dying, a smile of relief appeared at the corner of Wynne's mouth.

Hello life...... That's it, pass it on from generation to generation......

Huai En raised his other hand with difficulty, held Zhu Youzhang's hand, and held his hand and Zhu Houzhao's hand in his hand.

"Your Majesty, it is in vain to be able to watch you be happy, to be able to see the little prince, the slave in this life." The corners of Huaien's mouth, the smile of satisfaction expanded more and more, "In this way, under Jiuquan, the slaves can also smile when they see Concubine Shuniang and Zhang Min, and give them good news." ”

As soon as he finished saying this, Huaien's relieved smile completely condensed at the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Youzhu held Huai'en's hand hard, and his face was buried deep in Huai'en's hand, and there were crystal droplets of water, oozing out from the side of his cheek.

Zhang Yan didn't say anything, just quietly accompanied Zhu Youjiao, silently, waiting for the passage of time.

Huai'en's funeral was very grand, and after the burial, Zhu Youzhu personally wrote an inscription and built a loyal shrine for him.

After the Xianzhong Temple was built, Zhu Youzhu came to the scene in person and solemnly burned what he wrote for Huai'en.

Zhang Yan quietly held Zhu Youzhang's hand and silently looked at the flames in front of her.

Empress Dowager Xiaomu Ji, Zhang Min, Huai En......

In the beating flames, Zhang Yan seemed to see the figure of the old man, she sighed softly, and clenched Zhu Youzhang's hand more and more.

With the death of Wynne, the people who witnessed the young children of Anle Hall are no longer there.

After the funeral, Zhang Yan gently held Zhu Youzhang's hand, she looked at Zhu Youzhang, and her eyes were full of expectation: "Youji, accompany me to climb the mountain." ”

"Good!" Zhu Youzhu also held Zhang Yan's hand.

The mountain they climbed was Linchunling.

After the death of Wan Guifei, Zhu Youzhu pardoned the sins of the Wan family and recovered the assets they should not have.

This Linchun Ridge is also returned to the royal industry.

"You, look ......"

After the two of them held hands all the way and climbed to the top of the mountain together, Zhang Yan raised her hand and pointed to the scene in front of her to Zhu Youjiao.

Following Zhang Yan's fingers, Zhu Youzhu quietly looked at the scenery in front of him and did not speak.

The place Zhang Yan pointed to was a withered branch, at the edge of the branch, a little green, through the withered bark, struggling to come out.

"Youji, do you know where this is?" Zhang Yan held Zhu Youzhang's hand and stood in front of him with a smile.

The mountain wind whistled softly, and the hunter blew Zhang Yan's cloak and hair, and in the wind, Zhang Yan said softly: "This is the place where I threw my sister's ashes when she died." ”

"I was watching my sister's ashes drift down to this tree in the wind." Zhang Yan smiled softly, "At that time, when I looked at this tree, there were no new shoots on the tree!" ”

"Now, four years later, there are already new shoots on the tree." Zhang Yan looked at Zhu Youzhu with sparkling eyes.

Zhu Youzhu was silent for a while, stretched out his hand, and hugged Zhang Yan into his arms.

"Youjiao, Grandpa Huai'en is gone, and we have lost a relative." Zhang Yan gently hugged Zhu Youzhu and said softly, "But, we have a photo." ”

"In this world, there will always be people who will leave us, but there will also be new people by our side." Zhang Yan said softly, "Just like a withered tree, there will always be new shoots." ”

"Hmm!" Zhu Youzhu nodded lightly, hugged Zhang Yan hard, and embed her weak body heavily in his arms.

The mountain breeze blew, gently lifting Zhang Yan's hair and brushing Zhu Youjiao's face, Zhu Youzhu hugged the person in his arms, his hand gently slid to Zhang Yan's wrist, and held the bracelet on Zhang Yan's hand hard.

For the first time, Zhu Youzhu was very grateful for the bracelet in Zhang Yan's hand.

This bracelet brought him the most important woman in his life, and he was very relieved that at this time, this woman could be by his side.

After returning to the palace, from afar, I heard the dissatisfied babbling of the baby in the Kunning Palace.

As if sensing that his parents were back, Zhu Houzhao immediately climbed out of the stroller, he was still unsteady, but he still insisted on crawling towards the palace gate with his hands and feet.

He tugged hard at the hem of Zhu Youjiao's bright yellow clothes, raised his head, and there was a sweet smile on his immature face.

Looking at his son, Zhu Youzhang's heart melted, and he bent down and picked up his son.

New Loved Ones......

Zhu Youzhu closed his eyes and remembered the picture of holding his and his son's hands together when Huai'en was dying.

It should have been a sad picture, but looking at his son's immature and vibrant face, all the sadness seemed to disappear in an instant.

What is left behind is full of hope.

Zhu Youzhu remembered that today, Zhang Yan took the dead tree sprouts he saw in Linchunling.

New loved ones, alternate lives...... Zhu Youzhu smiled slightly, and the tears in the corners of his eyes seemed to disappear at this moment.

He looked up and saw Zhang Yan looking at him with a smile.

She pointed at herself, then smiled at herself and her son, smiled smartly, and said four words softly-

A family of three.

Yes, a family of three!

In Zhu Youzhang's chest, a strong current of heat swelled, he stretched out his hand, pulled Zhang Yan, and hugged her and his son into his arms.

A family of three, but also his whole world.

ps: Hey, hey, the upper part of the Hongzhi roll is over, and Zhu Youzhu and Zhang Yan are about to start entering the parenting mode.

Historically, Huai En died in the first year of Hongzhi, but I think it would be warmer to let him accompany Zhu Youzhu for a few more years and watch Zhu Houzhao come out, so let him live a few more years.

The plot in the lower part may be a bit sadistic, but Su Suxue will try to lean towards sweetness, some things are history, and Su Suxue also has a way. (To be continued.) )