"If my grandfather is really a good father and husband, then he will find ways to improve the quality of life of my father and uncle, so that my grandmother is not so tired."

Shen Mingzhen saw Shen Mingze thinking about it and knew that he had listened.

"I don't want to say this to your grandfather, but I want to tell you, protect the family and defend the country, first protect the family and then defend the country, although there is no country and no home, but the fourth brother, you must know that family harmony can be prosperous, and a towering tree will not live long if its roots are rotten, and the same is true for a person."

Shen Mingze nodded, and said with some shame: "It's Mingze who is short-sighted."

The siblings chatted for a while and then parted.

Shen Mingzhen returned to the room and looked at the medical skills for a while and then fell asleep, her dream was extremely unstable, she dreamed of what would happen after she died.

Shen Mingzhen seemed to be floating in mid-air.

Song Ziyi hastily held a funeral for her, and even felt bored that because of her funeral, she couldn't make a full moon wine for her concubine.

There was not even anyone in the mourning hall, Shen Mingze was beaten out by Song Ziyi, only Xue Shu came over and gave her a pillar of incense, there seemed to be something more in her eyes, as if she was sympathetic and had some envy.

Later, she watched that she was buried in the ancestral grave of the Song family, and looked at Song Ziyi's expressionless face, because she died early and had no children and no one to send her, she also saw Shen Mingze, he was just watching from afar, the Shen Mansion had already declined, and Song Ziyi naturally didn't care about anything.

Shen Mingzhen has been floating in the Wu'an Hou Mansion, she watched Song Ziyi live a peaceful and beautiful life, she wanted to wake up, but she couldn't do it, as if something forced her to stay here.

Until she saw Song Chenyu, he came back, his face was full of stubble, the expression on his face was very unbelievable, he looked at her tablet, Shen Mingzhen squatted next to Song Chenyu, and clearly saw the expression on his face, remorse, distress, and anger.

"Third uncle, you're back." Song Ziyi has always admired Song Chenyu, and when he heard that he was back, he ran over.

Hearing the voice without the slightest sadness, how could Song Chenyu endure it, and fought in the ancestral hall of the Song family.

"Third uncle, what are you doing, it hurts." Song Ziyi was hiding on the side, but how could he dodge, Song Chenyu was eager to kill him now.

Shen Mingzhen watched Song Chenyu punch Song Ziyi, as if he was going to beat him to death, Song Chenyu had a calm face and no one knew what he was thinking, until Mrs. Song led someone to stop Song Chenyu, Song Ziyi was able to get out.

Shen Mingzhen followed Song Chenyu and watched him find out how she died day and night, but he came back too late and a lot of evidence was destroyed, and then Shen Mingzhen followed Song Chenyu and saw many people, and also witnessed Song Chenyu's death, in the end, it was because of her, because of her death Song Chenyu had a will to die, and his life was not long in coming.

When Shen Mingzhen woke up from the dream, the moistness in the corners of her eyes reminded her of something, that dream was too real, so real that Shen Mingzhen felt that it was what happened in her previous life, and she was now desperate to see Song Chenyu and see if he was still alive.

"Miss, but you're stuck?" Poria kept vigil for Shen Mingzhen tonight, and when she heard a movement, she walked over.

Seeing Shen Mingzhen's lost soul and tear-stained face, he couldn't help but be a little surprised, what was this a dream about.

Shen Mingzhen took the handkerchief from Poria and wiped the tears off her face, and her voice was a little hoarse: "You go down first, I want to wait by myself."

Poria took the handkerchief and walked down.

Shen Mingzhen thought carefully about the things in the dream, she followed Song Chenyu and naturally knew that his life was short, and he only needed heart medicine for heart disease, and the people around Song Chenyu had persuaded Song Chenyu more than once, but there was no way.

Zimo did have medical skills in her previous life, even more clever than her now, but Song Chenyu still died, died in her sleep.

Since her death, Song Chenyu has often fallen asleep, because he can see her in his dreams, except for the daytime march and battle, Song Chenyu is sleeping in the camp tent, it can be said that there is no desire.

From Zimo and Fengyan's words, she knew that Song Chenyu was very affectionate to her, she was weak and cowardly in her previous life, and Mrs. Song wanted to support her again, but she refused for fear of sweeping Mrs. Song's face.

Over time, Mrs. Song also felt that she just couldn't support the wall in the mud, so she didn't care.

Shen Mingzhen heard everything that Song Chenyu did for herself, including that when she was able to meet Shen Mingze, it was all done by Song Chenyu, although Song Ziyi did not have any great talent, but there were many staff members at the bottom, and Shen Mingze would be swallowed alive by jackals, tigers and leopards if he didn't pay attention there.

It was Song Chenyu who protected him again and again, she watched Shen Mingze climb up step by step, in a high position, and watched him shoot at Song Ziyi resolutely.

But she was not close to Shen Mingze in her previous life, and he didn't need to do that at all, until she saw Shen Mingze sitting with Song Chenyu and heard the words that shocked her heart.

"General Song, if I'm not mistaken, my second sister was able to marry the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion because of your words."

At this time, Shen Mingze was over thirty years old, but he still looked like a teenager in his eighteen and twenties, and time didn't seem to have left any mark on him.

At this time, Song Chenyu was no longer as cheerful as he was back then, and the whole person sat there gloomy, as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time.

"So I can't wait to kill myself, and I can't wait to destroy the Wu'an Hou Mansion." It took a long time for Song Chenyu to speak, but his voice was very ugly, because he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"But because you're a member of the Song family, you can't." Shen Mingze took a sip of tea and continued, "So you supported me and let me use the fastest way to get to the position of the head of Wenchen, because you know that I will not let go of the Marquis of Wu'an, let alone Song Ziyi." ”

Hearing Song Ziyi, Song Chenyu's eyes had some strange emotions.

"When I didn't know it was you, I once thought it was the political enemy of the Marquis of Wu'an, but when I knew it was you, I seemed to understand." Shen Mingze sighed, and looked at Song Chenyu with a little more admiration in his eyes.

"If my second sister had married you, how much would it be?"

Just this sentence, the aura around Song Chenyu became even more decadent, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it after all.

That night, Song Chenyu died, died in the ancestral hall, his eyes staring directly at the tablet that was still a little new.