Wei Ziyu saw that Wei Shangqing didn't answer, but just hung his head and closed his eyes.

"Father." Wei Ziyu was a little anxious.

"Heh~" A snoring sound came, and Yu Ziyu was so frightened that he sat aside, it turned out that his father was asleep, and he didn't ignore her.

Wei Ziyu got up, straightened his head, and took a thin mattress to cover Wei Shangqing: "Father, don't work too hard. ”

Wei Shangqing listened to Wei Ziyu's murmur, and his heart suddenly became sour. He pretended to be asleep, just wanted to give Wei Ziyu a step down, he knew that Wei Ziyu had never been to Xiangyi Building, he knew it. No matter what Wei Ziyu does, he must be safe.

In order to let Wei Shangqing have a good rest, Wei Ziyu pulled away Wei Baiye.

……

Zhongli Boqian returned to the Xianwang Mansion, but before he stepped into the mansion gate, he was stopped by Zhongli Bojun.

"Where have you been these two days?"

"Brother, don't you know where Qian'er is going? Goolan Washe, teahouse restaurant, where to go for fun. This Xianwang's Mansion is so dull, and it doesn't make Qian'er stay in the mansion all the time? ”

"Qian'er." Zhongli Bojun frowned tightly, and said bitterly: "It's very dangerous outside, the eldest brother just had an accident, and now the situation is turbulent, can you let your brother worry less?" ”

"......" Zhongli Boqian was speechless, looking at the changes in the mansion, red silk hanging high everywhere: "Is my brother going to marry a wife?" ”

Zhongli Bojun was silent for a moment, dragging his long nasal voice, and replied, "Hmm. ”

"Congratulations." After Zhongli Boqian said this, he walked quickly towards the Hanxiao Courtyard.

"Congratulations?" Zhong Li Bojun repeated this sentence and smiled sarcastically: "Congratulations on the loss of my love. ”

……

When Sima Wanqin returned to Sima's mansion, he was scolded by his brother. Sima Wanqin didn't want to deal with him, and the more he dealt with him, the more he made trouble. Isn't it because he is afraid that he will take away everything he has? This brother doesn't have to worry, at least he won't rob his wife if he dies.

When Sima Shangshu learned that Sima visited Qin and returned home, he remembered what Sima visited Qin to say to him that day. Walking and walking, he came to Sima Wanqin's courtyard, he used to be busy with official business, the criminal department will always have endless cases, and he has never had time to accompany his two sons.

Sima Wanqin sat in the courtyard dejectedly, not because her beloved Miss Ming was gone, but because her brother deliberately made things difficult.

Sima Shangshu walked behind Sima Wanqin and reached out to stroke the top of Sima Wanqin's head. Sima Wanqin turned around in astonishment, saw that it was his father, and immediately suppressed his anger that was about to erupt.

"Why is my father here?" Sima Wanqin hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Visit the piano and sit down." Sima Shangshu sat beside him and stared at Sima Wanqin who was hanging his head with kind eyes: "Visit Qin!" People cannot be resurrected after death, and mourning is changing. ”

When Sima Wanqin heard his father's words, he was like five thunderbolts, hurriedly stood up, and said with a smile: "Wanqin is fine, I'm fine, I'm fine." As he spoke, he spun around twice and let out a cheerful laugh.

Unexpectedly, Sima Shangshu saw it and was even more worried: "In front of your father, you don't have to pretend to be strong." ”

"I didn't, I'm strong. Ah no, I'm not pretending to be strong. The more Sima Wanqin explained, the more confused he felt.

"Alas~" Sima Shangshu sighed: "I am connected to Jun Shangshu with the same fate, we are both Shangshu, and we both have a son who has lost his beloved woman, what kind of evil fate is this?" ”

"Father, I don't."

Sima Shangshu patted Sima Wanqin on the shoulder: "Youqin, you have to cheer up, now the prince of the family only wants to gain fame, and he can't make the dead worry or something like that." ”

"Ouch~" Sima Wanqin, even if he jumped into the moat, he couldn't wash it away.

"You should also calm down and gain fame, don't let the dead worry."

Sima Wanqin sighed and said resignedly: "Don't hide it from my father, I won't be in the house for the past two days, and I went to the Goolan Washe in Huancheng to have a good time." ”

When Sima Shangshu heard what he said, his face immediately became gloomy: "Rebel, Lao Tzu actually thinks that you are an infatuated species, you are really old and stupid." ”

Sima Wanqin rolled his eyes as he watched his father throw his sleeves and leave. If he doesn't say so, I'm afraid that his father will force him to take the test to gain fame, and then glorify the lintel or something.

If he really went to take the test to gain fame, wouldn't his brother eat him?

Since Zhong Liling's position as Prince was deposed, Zhong Liyun began to plan his next step. The position of the crown prince is vacant, and it is possible for anyone to sit in that position in the future.

These days, I have been pestered by Youling, and I have stayed in the Pingwang Mansion every day.

The day of marrying Li Xishuang is getting closer and closer, and every time Zhongli Bojun thinks about it, he feels that it is difficult to sleep and eat, and red silk is arranged in the interior of the mansion one after another. He gave all these things to the old butler, who was not young, and often made mistakes in this way and that. Zhongli Bojun was not in a hurry, and let him fiddle slowly.

Zhongli Bojun always remembered what Li Xishuang said to him two days ago in the dead of night, and the events that happened on the day of Ming Dai are still vividly remembered.

After Wei Ziyu left that day, Zhongli Bojun originally wanted to catch up, but Li Xishuang grabbed his wrist: "Don't forget, His Royal Highness King Xian has already made a marriage with me." ”

Zhongli Bojun had no choice but to turn around and go back to King Xian's mansion, Li Xishuang walked beside him, and asked in a voice that could only be heard by two people: "When will His Royal Highness King Xian marry Xishuang?" ”

Zhongli Bojun paused, looked at her listlessly, and said nothing.

"If there is no one behind him to support His Royal Highness King Xian, even if the crown prince is deposed, how can His Royal Highness King Xianwang ascend to the throne of the crown prince?"

Zhongli Bojun was speechless, and walked forward in silence, but his pace slowed down a lot.

"His Royal Highness King Xian also saw it just now, Miss Ziyu has no affection for you between men and women."

Zhongli Bojun remembered Fang Cai Wei Ziyu's indifferent eyes, and she looked at herself as if she were looking at a stranger. Perhaps, he is not even as good as a stranger.

Can't they escape the end of the same way?

Before I knew it, I came to the pool again. What about the candlelight that fills the pool? It has long been dispersed with the wind, how happy it is when it is together, and after separation, the pain is doubled.

This night, he was waiting for her to appear.

Every night, he waited for her to appear.

In early spring, weeping willows sprout on the banks of the artificially repaired river in the city. Hundreds of flowers are waiting to bloom, and the spring rain is dripping, moistening every inch of the land of the Great Qi Dynasty, and the green grass has broken through the soil, dyeing the whole world green.

When the spring rain falls, the small vendors in the market have closed their stalls and gone home, and the doors of the major shops are half-open and half-closed.

At the end of the market came a bouncing girl, who stepped happily on the bluestone slab with her skirt and giggled. The mud on the slate splashed her embroidered shoes and the hem of her skirt, but she still enjoyed it. Behind her was a young man in a hurry, who held an oil-paper umbrella for her, and followed her with a grin, even if the muddy water splashed his expensive clothes, he didn't care.

Because of the rain, there are few people in the market, so they have a good time.

"Ziyu, why do you like rain so much?" Zhongli Boqian followed closely with Wei Ziyu, propping up the oil-paper umbrella above her head, his shoulders already half wet.

"It's spring rain! The gentle spring rain, neither irritable nor cold, is the gentlest rain of the four seasons. ”

"Really?" Zhongli Boqian looked at her with joy and grinned with her.

She is like the warm sun in this spring rain, illuminating the rest of Zhongli Boqian's life.

In this vibrant spring, some feelings are quietly sprouting, and some old feelings are buried in the last winter.

Wei Ziyu turned his head to look at Zhongli Boqian and crashed into his smiling eyes. It turns out that even if Bo Qian smiles and shows twelve big white teeth, he is very good-looking! I was only looking for the warmth that dissipated in the cold wind, and I forgot that I was still holding a large stove in my hand. Zhongli Boqian's eyes like black gems reflected Wei Ziyu's smile, and there was no spring rain in Yu Ziyu's eyes, no oil-paper umbrella, and only a stupid Zhongli Boqian remained.

"Bo Qian is the stupidest person in the world." Wei Ziyu looked at the dripping spring rain in front of him and smiled: "And Miss Ben is the smartest person in the world. ”

Zhongli Boqian remembered what Xiang Ling said, the cold Wei Ziyu met the hot him.

……

Zhongli Bojun's wedding date has finally come, and on the day of marriage, even the sky is clear.

Wei Shangqing was invited to watch the ceremony, he hesitated for a long time, and still walked into Wangyunxuan. Yu Ziyu was dressed in a crescent white costume, supported by Heiyue and Li'er.

"If Ziyu doesn't want to go, his father won't force you." Wei Shangqing looked at Wei Ziyu, who was deliberately dressed in crescent white, dressed gorgeously, and stood in the crowd extremely eye-catching.

Although Wei Ziyu was not as heartbroken as she was at the beginning, knowing that Zhongli Bojun and Li Xishuang were married, her heart was not much better, she was the two people who deliberately wanted to get married.

"Father." Wei Baiye stepped forward, saw Yu Ziyu, and praised again and again: "Ziyu is so good-looking, Ziyu is okay dressed like this, this is not a mourning dress, who said that you can't wear crescent moon white when you go to the ceremony?" Yu Baiye deliberately observed the color of the clothes.

Wei Ziyu was amused by Yu Baiye's words: "Father, how understanding do you think my brother is? ”

"Okay!" Wei Shangqing had nothing to say, so he simply returned to Si Yunxuan and changed into a white robe.

Seeing this, Yu Baiye hurriedly ran back to Lan Yunxuan to change into a dark and white robe, so, who dares to make Ziyu uncomfortable?

The family went to King Yingxian together, and not long ago they ran to the Weifu and said nonsense about asking the emperor for marriage. Look, it's only been too long, and he married Li Xishuang, the daughter of the left minister.

The current young man has no perseverance at all, and the diaphragm should be returned to the diaphragm, Wei Shangqing said that he likes the Seventh Highness very much, but I don't know if Ziyu has this idea. At this time, Wei Shangqing extremely hoped that their father and daughter would be connected, so that Wei Ziyu could understand his hard work. After answering the virtuous king, he turned around and married the Seventh Highness, whatever the Seventh Highness wanted, Wei Shangqing gave it, as long as he treated his baby daughter well.

"Father, brother, what are you ......" Wei Ziyu couldn't help laughing when he saw his father and brother like this, their Wei family was so different no matter what the occasion.

Will it be misunderstood by the emperor as grandstanding?