Honghui is dead?! Hearing this, Ling Ruo spun around for a while, and sat down in his chair heavily.

How could it be, how could Honghui die? Early in the morning, he happily told her that he was going to fly a kite, why was it gone in a blink of an eye? That's impossible! No way!

Ling Ruo suddenly grabbed Shui Xiu's hand, like grasping the last straw, and said with hope in his eyes: "Shui Xiu, could it be that you heard it wrong, in fact, the son of the world is not dead, but he fainted like Lingxi Gege?" ”

Her hand was so tightly grasped, and her sharp nails pierced Shui Xiu's flesh through the thin cotton clothes, it was very painful, but Shui Xiu didn't seem to feel pain, she just looked at Ling Ruo with sad and cold eyes, and this gaze made Ling Ruo's heart sink bit by bit.

"Really?" Ling Ruo asked with difficulty, her voice low as if it didn't seem to come out of her mouth.

"Yes." Shui Xiu's eyes were red and he spat out the word, "When they found Shizi, they had already lost their breath. ”

The warm liquid kept rolling down his cheeks, and it was indescribably sour when it flowed into his mouth, and his legs seemed to be drained of strength in an instant, and he kept sliding, muttering, "It's me...... It's me...... I hurt Honghui...... I hurt him! ”

Mo Yu held her up in the back and persuaded with tears: "Girl, you don't want to, you don't want the son to die, everything is an accident, an accident!" ”

"No, I hurt him, if I am willing to accompany him to fly a kite, or if I don't send a kite to him, nothing will happen, Honghui will not accidentally fall into the water, let alone die!" Ling Ruo couldn't help shaking her head, she couldn't stop crying, she fell to the ground, and the tears dripped down the back of her hand and it hurt from the fire.

"Girl, you are not a god, how can you be a prophet? Everything is predestined, and the son of the world is destined to have this catastrophe. Xiao Changzi walked in with a limp on Xiao Luzi's shoulder, stood in front of Ling Ruo, who was blind, and choked up: "The prince is so kind-hearted, if he has a spirit in the sky, he must not want to see the girl blame herself so much." ”

"Honghui is only eight years old, Xiao Changzi, Honghui is only eight years old, so kind, so naïve, why will he die early! God, why is it so unfair to him?! Speaking of the most eloquent, Ling Ruo's voice sharpened, and there was an endless burst of sadness.

Xiao Changzi looked at her deeply, "When the slave was ten years old, the Yellow River flooded, flooding countless fields and houses, drowning thousands of people, and the slave was lucky enough to catch a driftwood and survive, but the others were not so lucky, either drowning or starving to death, and there were corpses everywhere they looked, is God fair to them?" Besides, in this Baylor Mansion, Li Fujin's son fell ill and died at the age of three; Song Fujin's daughter died before a month; There is also Zhu Gege, a very good person, who died violently for some reason, not to mention that there is an unborn fetus in the womb, how can God ever be fair to them?! Girl, there are too many unfair things in this world, and the life of the son of the world should be like this, even if you blame yourself, you can't change anything. ”

Ling Ruo listened in a daze, never knowing that there were so many things hidden in the seemingly peaceful Baylor Mansion of Lu Dao, let alone that Yin Zhen once had a son and a daughter; In this way, only one of the two sons and two daughters under Yinzhen's knees is uncertain......

Ling Ruo shuddered suddenly, a terrifying thought appeared in his heart, although the idea of knowing that the Tao was absurd, but it always lingered, his eyes flickered and fell on Xiao Changzi, and he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth for a long time, "Did they really all die in an accident?" ”

Xiao Changzi's expression changed slightly, but he soon returned to normal, raised his eyes and said in a deep voice: "The slave doesn't know, the girl doesn't have to think about it, the girl just needs to remember that there is never a fair word in this world for no reason." ”

The room suddenly became extremely quiet, only the sound of their own breathing could be heard, Xiao Changzi's words made Ling Ruo feel cold, he always thought that he had seen enough clearly, and now he realized that Lu Dao was still too naïve, the water in this house was much deeper than he imagined, if it wasn't for Xiao Changzi's reminder this time, maybe he would have fallen down if he was not careful at some point, and he would never be able to get up again. She let out a long breath, holding Moyu's hand and standing up from the ground with difficulty, the moment her body left the ground, it seemed that she was suddenly lost, and she could only hold Moyu's hand tightly, letting her know that she was still in the world.

"I see." Ling Ruo took a deep look at Xiao Changzi, who was still kneeling on the ground, there was silent warmth flowing in his eyes, and he helped him up with his own hands and said, "It's hard for you." ”

No one knows better than her the preciousness of Xiao Changzi's words, if she doesn't really regard her as the master, it is absolutely impossible to say such words that may bring him death.

"It's a slave's job to share the girl's worries." Xiao Changzi's words made Ling Ruo nod, she had already understood that among all people, loyalty is not divided between each other, but if it is smart and capable, Xiao Changzi is afraid that he is the most outstanding one, especially after the incident of Nian, that near-miss death made his mind more mature and firm, and in time he will become her right-hand man.

Honghui ...... Ling Ruo tried hard to force the sourness back, even so, the tears still couldn't stop flowing down, Moyu followed Ling Ruo for the longest time, and it was not easy to see her sad like this, so she cried and said: "Girl, people can't be resurrected after death, you have to look away." ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Ling Ruo took a long breath, pushed away Moyu's hand and walked to the long window that was open and said silently: "The saddest thing at this time is Chang Fujin, she regards Honghui as the root of her life, and now that Honghui is dead, she still doesn't know what will happen to Lu Dao." ”

Everyone was silent for a while, everyone knew that Yan Dao Chang Fujin was injured by giving birth to a son and could no longer have children, so Chang Fujin regarded him as his life, and wanted to raise him wholeheartedly, and he didn't even care about the affairs of the house, but he didn't expect that now the white-haired person sent the black-haired person, which is equivalent to asking for the life of Chang Fujin, I really don't know if she can survive this catastrophe!

Because of Honghui's matter, Yinzhen came back from Jiangnan in advance, and brought Kangxi's holy decree to posthumously seal Honghui as Beizi, Honghui's funeral was extremely glorious, but all this could not make up for the grief of Nala's loss of his beloved son, during that period of time, her heart-rending cry could be heard every night, for an Eniang, she would rather not have any glory, as long as her son was by her side, but this was just a luxury after all.

Ling Ruo had gone to see Nala's family, but she was heartbroken and didn't want to see anyone at all, she only met once on the day she sent Honghui's coffin out of the funeral, Ling Ruo almost couldn't believe her eyes, but in just a few days, Nala's was so thin that she was almost human-shaped, skinny and bone-like, and she couldn't see a trace of light in her eyes, only boundless emptiness and darkness......

Nala's thin hands tightly pulled Honghui's Nanmu coffin all the way, and no matter how much Yinzhen persuaded her, she refused to let go until the moment the coffin was buried, and she didn't let go of anyone who persuaded her, as if as long as she didn't let go of Honghui was still by her side.

"Fujin, let Hui'er be buried in the ground!" Yinzhen, who was dressed in a dark robe, helped Nala's unbearable shoulder and said, he was also very uncomfortable in his heart, Honghui was his only son and he had always valued him, and his words before leaving Beijing were still heard, but he didn't expect that at this moment it was already yin and yang, and he walked so suddenly, he didn't even see the back side.

"Nope! No! Nala couldn't help shaking his head, jumped up and hugged the cold coffin and screamed: "Honghui is not dead, you can't bury him, he likes to be lively, it will be very lonely to be alone here, I want to take him home, go home!" She shouted to the bearers of the coffin, asking them to carry the coffin back.

"Enough!" Yin Zhen forcibly took her away from Honghui's coffin, "Lianyi, Hui'er is dead, and he will never return to us, the only thing he can do for him now is to let him be buried in peace, if you continue like this, Hui'er will not be at ease when he goes." ”

Nala looked at him in a daze, her empty eyes focused with difficulty, and a broken cry escaped from her mouth, if she could, she would rather live in her own world for the rest of her life, never face Honghui's death, never!

"Cry, just cry." Yin Zhen comforted Nala while motioning for everyone to put the coffin into the ground, watching a handful of loess sprinkled on the coffin, his eyes were slightly red.

The spring of Kangxi's forty-fourth year was overshadowed by Honghui's death, and Chang Fujin fell seriously ill and almost died, and his eyes fell into tears.