I couldn't sleep all night, and the next day was just the beginning of the day, Qin Nanxi got up and rushed to Ruoshui Nunnery in the west of the city.

The morning drum just sounded, and it was still misty and dim in all directions, and the far east sky, a line of morning light, broke through the darkness, like fainting into the ink inkstone and clear water, and gradually dissolved the thick darkness in the heart of the sky.

The forbidden city with red walls and golden tiles, like a giant beast dressed in glass, quietly sleeps in the north of the city, as if it will open its bloody mouth at any time, devouring all the dazzling glory and wealth.

In the market, pedestrians are still sparse. The carriages and horses of the General's Mansion were mighty and silent, and hurriedly went to the Ruoshui Nunnery outside the Golden Light Gate. However, the car had not traveled more than three miles when it was stopped by a horse that was chasing from behind.

The person who came was a subordinate of the Qin Mansion and stopped the carriage of the General's Mansion. I saw a young man in gray cloth flying off the horse, kneeling in front of the car, and before the words could be spoken, he began to cry.

"What the hell is going on?" Situ Yi firmly held Qin Nanxi, lifted the car curtain, and couldn't help but ask the visitor.

The little guy in cloth didn't care much, twitched his shoulders, kowtowed to the ground and choked: "General, miss, please go home quickly, boss, the boss is not good......"

Qin Zi'an has been sick for a long time, and his illness is sometimes good and sometimes bad. Although they had already known that the general trend had gone, they suddenly heard this "bad", Qin Nanxi and Situ Yi were still shocked.

instructed the carriage and horses to quickly turn the head of the car, and Situ Yi and his wife returned to their hearts like arrows and galloped to Chongyi Fang's Qin Mansion.

Within two moments, the carriage had stopped steadily outside the gate of Qinfu.

By this time it was already getting dark. The morning light of the shallow summer is like a moon-veil washed under the water, and the light and transparent softness leaks on the vermilion and tall door of Qinfu. Covered with the noble vermilion, it seems to be steaming with a strange brilliance, and the red forest is as sad as blood, and it is as beautiful as splendor.

On the gate of the mansion, there were already messy carriages and horses, full of high-ranking officials and nobles who rushed to the house. Qin Zi'an has never been friends or parties in his life, he is honest and respectful, so there are many colleagues who sincerely admire and admire the party.

He suddenly became seriously ill. Within a few hours, the news spread quickly throughout the DPRK and China like fresh wings. said that his colleagues, even the emperor in Lishan Hot Springs, first sent the most powerful head of the inner prison around him to visit.

Outside the Linshui Book Pavilion where Qin Zi'an was raised, there were already a lot of people standing in crimson purple. The three old doctors of the Tai Hospital were discussing in front of the door, and from time to time, the three of them would shake their heads and sigh at the same time. A group of protégés close to Qin Zi'an were firmly guarding the door, looking sad. Among them, one or two are emotionally fragile, and their eyes are red and swollen from crying, and they are full of tears.

When everyone saw Situ Yi and Qin Nanxi who came in a hurry, they hurriedly bowed and saluted.

Situ Yi hurriedly returned the salute, and helped Qin Nanxi, who was crying, and went straight upstairs.

The quiet fragrance of books in the bedroom is full of strong medicinal gas, and Qin Zi'an on the couch is like a decadent rotten wood, deeply trapped in a soft splendor. His face was pale, and in the sound of heavy breathing, there was a hissing pulling sound, and his collapsed eye sockets shook slightly from time to time.

Qin Nanfu, who was kneeling straight at the foot of the couch, looked sad, and Xiao Luomei, who was kneeling on the side, burst into tears, her thin shoulders couldn't help shaking, and she tried her best to suppress the sound of crying. Xiao Fei, who was kneeling on the couch, cried like a peach in his eyes, and buried his head from time to time, gently wiping the saliva oozing from the corners of Qin Zi'an's lips.

Qin Nanxi couldn't help choking, her knees sank, and she knelt down. He carefully took his father's thin and slender hand and put it next to his cheek.

It's still these hands, these hands that are always stroking the top of her head painfully, but they can't find the warmth and dryness of the palms of the past, and they can't find the strength and strength in the knuckles. These hands are the hands of a loving father, but they are also the hands of the Quan Zhong. It used to make a knife with a pen, to calm the world, cut down brutality, set the world, and protect the virtuous. And now, only the dark burnt skin remains, barely wrapped in a piece of withered skinny bones, weak and endlessly dead.

Situ Yi looked at the big mourning, knelt on the side of the couch, held back his choke, and called softly: "Dad~"

Qin Zi'an, who was in a drowsy, heard Situ Yi's voice, and a pair of dry well-like cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with amazing brilliance. He was waiting for him, and there were some things that he could only entrust to him. After two dynasties and five emperors, the sea has been up and down for more than 30 years. Qin Zi'an knows that some things can only be entrusted to some people.

Xiao Fei hurriedly and thoughtfully helped Tan Zi'an to get up, and put many brocade pads behind him, barely supporting his body.

Qin Zi'an glanced at Xiao Fei gratefully and nodded slightly. The thin fingers fell on the back of Qin Nanxi's head, and he rubbed it gently, faintly mixed with the comfort of coughing, but also intermittent and weak, "Life is in the world, and there will be a day when fate ends, good boy, don't cry." ”

When Qin Nanxi heard this, he felt that his heart was cut apart layer by layer. The son wants to raise but does not wait, which is the most helpless and deepest pain in this world. Buried beside her father, she firmly held his thin arm, trying in vain to hold him back from slowly leaving.

"Xi'er~" Qin Zi'an called softly, and the old tears were cloudy. He embodied his indebtedness and guilt towards his daughter, and after a long time, he was unable to say, "You all go down." ”

The children and domestic servants who knelt on the ground all raised their heads in surprise, but saw Qin Zi'an looking at Situ Yi lovingly and said, "Muyun, you stay, Dad has something to say to you." ”

After all, the Qin family is the home of poetry and books, even if it is such a great grief, it can also be rolled in the bottom of my heart. Although Qin Nanfu didn't know what his father was going to say to Situ Yi, at this moment, he could only obey his orders and be filial. After kowtowing heavily, Qin Nanfu got up and helped Xiao Luomei and Qin Nanxi to retreat.

"Xiao Fei~" Qin Zi'an breathed heavily, and gathered enough strength to call Xiao Fei, who was about to quit, "You also stay." ”

Xiao Fei's eyes were red, he nodded like pecking rice, and turned around and closed the wooden door. She hurried back to the couch, held the cold and warm medicine bowl to Qin Zi'an's lips, and cried: "Boss, it's time to drink medicine!" ”

Qin Zi'an shook his head very slightly, avoided the medicine bowl, and said, "Don't drink it, it's useless." Xiaofei, the old man wants you to stay here, yes, because you stay out of the matter, maybe only you, only you, can say a fair word for Mu Yun in the future......"

"Dad~, let's take a break!" Situ Yi couldn't bear to see Qin Zi'an's chest rise and fall violently, took a few steps forward, knelt beside him, and persuaded with tears while caressing his skinny back.

Qin Zi'an shook his head and refused, and suddenly grabbed Situ Yi's hand with his backhand and grabbed it tightly.

His cloudy eyes and a look of pleading gradually replaced his father's kindness, "Mu Yun, my father can only entrust these things to you!" Only you can do it......" A violent cough interrupted Qin Zi'an.

Situ Yi burst into tears, nodded regardless of it, and said, "Father, even if he orders, the child will definitely do his best!" ”

"Child, do you know why your father sent someone to burn Cuiwei Mountain thirteen years ago?"

Situ Yi was stunned when he heard this, and after a long time, he shook his head. Although he vaguely knew that there was such a thing, he didn't know the ins and outs......

Xiao Fei on the side was very surprised. She thought that the boss was just instructing his powerful son-in-law Situ Yi to protect his son, take care of his daughter, and take care of his protégé for him in the days to come. She couldn't have imagined that Qin Zi'an had saved up her last strength, but she was talking about an old incident from twenty or thirty years ago......

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