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The emperor's expression was solemn, his demeanor had lost his previous chic, and the hand holding Zhang Yuxia was also stiff and stiff, without a trace of softness.

The emperor's constantly changing posture revealed the anxiety in his heart.

Zhang Yuxia was only immersed in her own sorrow, and she was not aware of the strangeness of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, I dreamed of my father at night, is my father about to return to Beijing?" Zhang Yuxia tried her best to suppress her ups and downs.

Emperor Rao was forced to be calm, and after her question, it seemed as if he was caught off guard by a whip. His heart was weak for a while, and after opening his mouth several times, he finally said, "Xia'er, there are some things you must understand and accept. After all, we are in the world, and there are many reasons why we are not allowed to do so. ”

Zhang Yuxia's body trembled, her face turned pale, she stared at the emperor's deep eyes in disbelief, only feeling that they were so profound, and they were not something she could understand at all.

Is this still the affectionate emperor from yesterday? Zhang Yuxia was a little overwhelmed.

"Your Majesty, why do you say that?"

"Xia'er, An Legong, he ......," the emperor choked up and couldn't continue.

"Your Majesty, what happened to my father? Your Majesty, my mother worries about him every day. Emperor...... Why don't you speak? Zhang Yuxia felt like a lonely boat floating on the vast sea, and the feeling of fear was like a pair of invisible hands, tightly choking her neck, making her unable to breathe.

The Emperor clasped her swaying shoulders with both hands and looked directly at her, "Xia'er, I told you, but you remember, I am by your side at all times, and you should not be afraid. ”

Looking at the heaviness of the emperor's face and listening to his heartfelt words, Zhang Yuxia's heart sank again and again, and she said in a dumb voice, "Your Majesty, what is my father?" ”

"I just got an urgent report, An Le Gong was attacked by the victims who were bewitched by traitors yesterday, and he went there last night!"

Zhang Yuxia's heart fell into the abyss, "My father...... He went? ”

The doubts in her heart became a cruel reality, but she couldn't afford it.

Zhang Yuxia's eyes went dark and she fainted.

When he opened his eyes in a drowsy state, he saw that he was sleeping on the emperor's soft couch. The hanging tent hangs down, and the tent is pink and blue, like a clear canopy. Countless golden tassels hung down, surrounding the bed, covered with a thin blanket of Hangzhou and Zhejiang, as soft as a feather.

Her eyes turned slightly, and she saw the emperor leaning on the open chair with his eyes closed, and she guessed that the emperor was probably too tired and fell asleep unconsciously. A long-lost emotion welled up in her heart.

Outside the window, the sky is the embarrassing season when it is not dark, and the dim and unknown light fills the window, which makes people sad.

Zhang Yuxia remained motionless as if she had been smoky, letting tears pour out.

"Xia'er." The Emperor exclaimed softly. Moved to sit on the edge of the couch and held her hand tightly, as if using all the strength of his body on his hands.

Xia'er, when she was sad, cried out loud. When my heart is empty, I feel comfortable. The Emperor wiped the tears from her cheeks and ears with a handkerchief, and embraced her into his arms, his chin on the top of her hair, and was silent.

Zhang Yuxia's tense heart was released at once, and the torrential tears wet the emperor's dragon robe, and her cheeks were wet and cold against it, just like her mood now.

After a long time, the crying gradually subsided, her shoulders were still shaking, and she sobbed, "Does the family know?" ”

"I understand Xia'er's heart, but it's just a long time, how long can I hide it? I have just told your brother about the end of the matter, and your brother is strong in the end, and he can withstand it from beginning to end. ”

"I'm worried about my mother's ......," Zhang Yuxia remembered Qian's daily window watch, and her heart twitched again.

"In my opinion, this matter still needs Xia'er's careful comfort, your mother can ** your brother and you are such an excellent pair of children, and I think she is also a magnanimous and benevolent woman. Besides, the matter has come to this point, and if you don't talk about it, you are afraid that it will become angry for a long time, which is even more disadvantageous. The Emperor's eyes regained their jewel-like luster, and he stared at her, pure and kind.

Zhang Yuxia didn't even dare to think about what kind of mentality the Qian family would have after knowing about it, the Qian family was a delicate and perceptive woman, as the emperor said, concealing it was actually not a good policy.

Zhang Yuxia sighed slightly, it seemed that there was only one thing to do. I secretly prayed in my heart that my mother could come out of this haze.

Zhang Yuxia thought of her home, didn't dare to stay any longer, and returned to Anle Mansion with her weak body.

At night, the mansion seems to have lost its usual vigor and sleep. Sadness came from it, the circles under his eyes were red and swollen, and he hurriedly picked up a handkerchief to wipe away his tears.

In the courtyard, it was quiet, there was not even a single figure, only the sound of leaves chirping incomprehensibly.

Zhang Yuxia paused at the two forks in the road, hesitating.

Going to Green Grove? She was ashamed and didn't dare to see Qian, and there was a pair of eye circles there, which was really inappropriate.

She lifted her feet and stepped onto the stone path to Pine Grove. Still far away, she heard bursts of crying from the pine forest garden, Zhang Yuxia was at a loss in her heart, and she couldn't tell whether she was sad or sad.

When I entered the Pine Forest Garden, I saw that the candles were bright and the white shadows were sufficient.

Two servant women dressed in linen and filial piety greeted her with a whimper and a cry, put on her filial piety clothes, and walked towards the side courtyard in the depths of the courtyard.

If the large courtyard in the middle hall, the green smoke is filled, and the burning paper in the brazier is filled in one after another, and the tongue of fire is rolled high, reflecting the filial piety with sweat and tears on the face and white makeup.

On the offering table facing the door of the central hall, there is the tablet of An Le Gong. Under the reflection of the white candles on both sides, the eyes were stabbed and painful.

Zhang Yuxia plopped to the ground, looking at the tablet on the table fixedly, the past is vivid, but in front of and in the future, there is no longer the company of her father, and her father is ...... The cold, hard slot. She howled and cried, "Daddy, Daddy, don't go, Xia'er misses you ......." The first touched the ground at once, and the crying was miserable, crying so that others were also heartbroken, and they burst into tears, and they couldn't cry.

The rising green smoke is circling around, curling Tingting, like the shadow of An Le Gong, nostalgic for the warmth of the world, refusing to leave; seems to be an untouchable boundary between life and death; It seems to be An Legong's comfort to his relatives, which makes people cry sadly.

The two servant women wept and set her up, and persuaded her in a low voice, "Miss Chief, don't cry badly, let's go to the West House to accompany Mrs. Tai." ”

In the West House, Zhang Yuyan, Zhang Yulin, etc. are all there, all with red circles under their eyes, plain makeup and filial piety.

Zhang Yuyan greeted her, helped her, and remained silent.

A pair of eyes swept across the room, and I saw Mrs. Tai with her eyes closed, lying on the couch.

Zhang Yuxia's heart tightened, Mrs. Tai has always attached importance to the men in the house. An Le Gong, who resembles An Le Hou's temperament, attaches extra importance to it. Today, he suddenly suffered such a heavy blow, and Rao is hard-hearted heart is afraid that it will be difficult to bear.

The wrinkles on Mrs. Tai's face seem to be deeper, deep and horizontal, like walnut shells, which reminds people of the wind and frost of Mrs. Tai's life.

"Grandmother." Zhang Yuxia knelt on the edge of the couch and couldn't cry.

Mrs. Tai slowly raised her eyelids, and her cloudy eyes were full of the pain of losing her son. His lips twitched, and he called out with difficulty, "Xia'er, I'm sorry for you." After an imperceptible sigh, he closed his eyes again, and two teardrops hung in the corners of his eyes.

Mrs. Tai's soft words touched Zhang Yuxia's tear ducts again, and the teardrops rushed to fall one after another, causing Zhang Yuyan and the others to cry too.