87_87441 Zhao Qing took out a quilt and put it on his father's back, and then rested his head on his father's lap. The moonlight shone in through the small window on the cell, and it seemed so peaceful. The boy sat on the cushion given by Zhao Qing on the side, and in the corridor not far from the cell, there were two jailers who were lying on the ground with blood on their heads......

"Ridiculous." Zhao Qing answered coldly.

"yes, there's something even more ridiculous. The pill is poisonous, not only the poison refined by the charlatans, but also the poison secretly placed by the prince, and the prince can't wait to succeed to the throne. It's just that the prince didn't expect the emperor to die after ten years, so he was also fascinated by the way of immortality, believed the words of those Taoist priests, and pursued alchemy and longevity. But he was even more miserable, and died in two years. ”

Father combed Zhao Qing's hair with his hand, Zhao Qing felt the warmth of his father's hand and closed his eyes.

"In the past ten years, two generations of monarchs have been bent on alchemy and longevity, and then there was a natural disaster, there was a big flood, there was a plague, and another year of drought and no harvest, they did not all manage it anymore, and the people were not able to make a living. Some important ministers also believe in the art of alchemy, and no longer govern the country with their hearts, there are robbers and bandits everywhere, and there are no soldiers to suppress them, and I was made an idle prince by the right to exhortation. In this way, the neighboring countries seized the opportunity of the death of the new emperor to attack our country, but I did not expect that in less than a year, our country would be reduced to this ......" Saying this, my father couldn't help but sigh.

"Grandpa......" The little boy interjected and said pitifully and aggrievedly, "Grandpa, I'm hungry......"

Seeing Zhao Qing get up and look at the boy, his father explained: "This is your younger brother Yao'er's child, Ming Chenzu, who is only three years old this year. It's a pity that Yao'er ...... He ......, as well as your mother and sister-in-law, were unwilling to be humiliated and committed suicide when the enemy broke through the city......" Speaking of this, the father hid his face with his hands, and could no longer hold back his tears.

"Come to Chenzu, come and call your aunt." After the father took control of the good feelings, he called the little boy over and hugged him into his arms. "Auntie." Chen Zu called obediently.

"Good." Zhao Qing took out the steamed buns he had prepared for China Eastern Airlines from his Qiankun bag, and then put them in the boy's hand, "The child is hungry, eat it." ”

Chen Zu held the steamed bun in his hand, swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and finally handed the steamed bun to his father. "Grandpa eats."

The father became excited and pushed back the steamed bun on the side of his mouth, "Grandpa is not hungry, Chenzu is good, you can eat." ”

"Look, my aunt still has steamed buns, Chenzu can eat them by himself." Seeing that Chen Zu insisted on letting his grandfather eat steamed buns, Zhao Qing immediately took out a new steamed bun and handed it to Chen Zu. Then he watched Zhao Qing put the steamed buns in his grandfather's hands, and then began to eat his own steamed buns. He ate very quickly, and for a while he was choked and coughed. Zhao Qing took out a cup, filled him with a glass of water, patted his back gently, and gave him a smooth breath.

Father sighed, "If it weren't for Chenzu, I would have gone with a few of them." But no, Chen Zu is only 3 years old, he is still a child, and he is still so young...... But fortunately, you came, and Chenzu will rely on you to take care of it in the future. ”

"Father, what do you say? Chen Zu will honor you in the future and spend a few more years with you......" Zhao Qing was anxious, she didn't agree with what her father said.

"My body, I know for myself, doesn't have much time left." The father still shook his head helplessly, whether he was about to die or not, he still knew it. "During this time, I have been running away with them, originally to the south, but I am afraid that if you are far away, you will not be able to find us. It's just a pity that I still didn't escape. Also, the country is ruined, and I am no longer a prince, where else can I escape, and what can I do if I escape? Sometimes when I am alone in this prison, I think about my life, I think about your childhood, I think about how naughty you were in the beginning. I still remember that you didn't like the grandmother that your mother invited you, and you didn't want to learn etiquette, so you put chin beans in her rice. When we don't know, you still pretend to be calm, but you don't want to debunk it. You had a very cute little face. ”

Speaking of this, his father laughed softly, chewed the steamed bun in his hand slowly, and talked about Zhao Qing's childhood.

"Another time, you had a quarrel with the princess, and you ruined her famous painting behind your back. You didn't talk about this matter when you got home, or later the princess was so angry that she asked the emperor to make the decision, and I only found out, and in the end I went to pay for a new painting. When you did bad things when you were a child, you were clever. ”

This kind of criticism is like praise, and Zhao Qing is embarrassed to admit it, her face is red with shame. "Father, how can you be like this, didn't no one know about it at the beginning?"

"Do you eat as a palace guard? And try to deceive them. The father raised his hand and scratched Zhao Qing's nose as he spoke, just like to a little girl who had not grown up.

But then there was a heart-rending cough, the father put the steamed bun against his mouth, and after coughing, he ate the steamed bun as if nothing happened, but Zhao Qing seemed to smell a trace of fresh blood.

"What impressed me the most is that when you were five years old, you were finally able to embroider, the first time you could embroider the work, you specially embroidered a purse with a flower for me, I was happy at that time, every day I took the purse on my body, reluctant to take it off, and when I met people, I said that it was my daughter who embroidered it for me, and I was envious of many people at that time."

"You also said that at that time, Father, you recognized the flower as a butterfly. You also took it out and showed it off everywhere, and after that I was laughed at by the girls in my boudoir for a long time. Really, why does my father always talk about my ugliness? Zhao Qing's face turned red, and she wanted to bury her face in her chest.

However, after a long time, my father didn't speak, and I saw that his hand holding the steamed bun hung down, and the remaining half of the steamed bun still had blood stains on the back of the steamed bun core. The father's demeanor was serene, and even the corners of his mouth were smiling.

Zhao Qing was stunned for a long time before he stepped forward to set his father's body in place, and heard a crisp sound of jade hitting the slate, which was a purse that embroidered a flower into a pile of colorful silk threads.

Zhao Qing picked up the purse, looked at it for a long time, and silently put it into an independent jade box in the space. Then she hugged her father's body and walked out of the cell door slowly, slowly......

She felt her clothes tugging, and saw Chenzu running over and grabbing her clothes, and then walked out with her.

Zhao Qing walked slowly, passing by and ignoring the patrolling troops. The army once attacked Zhao Qing, but everyone who attacked her died.

Zhao Qing took his father's body, slowly walked to the hillside outside the city, found a place with good feng shui, dug a pit, buried his father, and found a smooth stone to carve a tombstone. Zhao Qing wanted to bury her mother and sister-in-law together, but found that in this city, their bodies could not be found, and the only special place was a place where corpses were collectively burned.

Almost all of the family members died, and the family was ruined...... Zhao Qing felt so tired...... the crisp children's voice of "Aunt ......" woke her up.

Zhao Qing finally couldn't help it and hugged Chen Zu. "Auntie, you're the only one left, it's really just you......" Tears silently buried on Chenzu's clothes.

After that, he spent three months in front of his father's grave, and then Zhao Qing left with Chenzu.

There is no more her home, her relatives...... She would prefer to return to the Xiuzhen world now, or she never thought of coming back, maybe this would not have happened without coming back, and then her family would still live a worry-free life without her knowing.

However, escapism does not solve all problems. Zhao Qing has investigated Chen Zu's qualifications, which are Shuimu Twin Spirit Roots, and his qualifications are very good. Zhao Qing decided to take him to the Cultivation Realm and rebuild a new home