The old woman stood up and took out a dark red wooden box from under the bed, the wooden box was a little faded, and it looked like it was old.

The old woman took out the key in her arms, opened the wooden box and packed it, put it next to the bed, looked at Jiang Wei with a smile, and could find the water in her eyes if she looked closely, "Child, open it and take a look, these are all things left by your mother." ”

"When she told me the other day that she was going to Yunyou, I was vaguely aware of it."

There was nothing in the box, only a painting, and there were three people in the painting, which was the picture of them when they were in Jiang Guoqin's mansion.

At that time, she was still holding her stomach, looking down at her round belly, crooked eyes, and shallowly upturned lips.

Jiang Ningqiu and Zhou Yuanyi looked at her dotingly.

At that time, she had never paid attention to the two of them, and she was thinking about Xiao Qingnan and the child in her belly.

Or maybe she felt they owed her.

Suddenly her eyes were a little sour, they were good to her, she always knew that her parents, who had only appeared for more than 20 years, had a diaphragm in her heart, and she couldn't say resentment, but she couldn't say that she was close.

In the past 20 years, she has not had a good life, from a thousand children to the end, she did not rely on ruthlessness, but to force herself.

Push yourself to be strong, and she will live the life she wants.

Later, she found that she had no interest in anything but killing, and had a paranoid pleasure about blood, and liked the days when the tip of a knife licked blood.

Probably the Walking Dead.

She thought that her life had come to an end, and even saw the scene of death.

When she first knew about Jiang Ningqiu, she had a grudge in her heart, and she wanted to strangle Jiang Ningqiu to death on the spot.

She may have been liberated by this.

But she didn't, perhaps because of the blood relationship, and her face similar to hers, she hesitated.

It turns out that there are still her Jiang Wei's father and mother in this world, and people who look similar to her.

She's not alone.

No one has experienced the days she went through, endless darkness but unwilling struggle.

So no one knows how happy she was at that time.

Seeing her tears, the old woman reached out and patted her on the shoulder, sighed, and walked out of the room without saying a word.

Her tears had dried decades ago, and now she had sent off the three saints.

This year is her one hundred and eighth year, and I don't know if I can go in front of Jiang Wei.

I hope I can......

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A few days later, in the capital, the morning style is fresh, the sun slowly rises in mid-sky, and the hazy red halo adds a touch of mystery to the capital.

A carriage slowly stopped at the door of the Chu Mansion, and then a pair of plain hands lifted the curtain, revealing the woman's stunning face, which instantly made the world lose color.

The moment the woman raised her eyes, she saw the tall appearance in the gate of the Chu Mansion, her eyes moved to his silver-white hair, and she was slightly stunned.

Then came the man's deep voice, "Lady." This voice seems to be full of longing, as well as some indescribable tangled feelings.

His feet were slightly raised, and then gently lowered, as if he was hesitating something......

"Hold me." Jiang Weifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips opened lightly, and she spit out two words coldly.

In the next second, she fell into a warm embrace, and her solid chest instantly reassured her whole person, and she felt a little like returning to her roots.

With her ears close to his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, she felt like she was alive again.

Xiao Qingnan hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his bones, and he couldn't leave him again.

No matter what he does these days, he is restless, and even wants to leave everything behind to find her.

Then find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and never ask about the world until the end of your life.

At this moment, there are also many ministers dressed as Qiao Zhuang in Guanjie, and when they see this, they let out an old fatherly smile from the depths of their hearts.

The man who rescued them from fire and water has finally returned.

These days, their lives are tied around their necks all day long, always on the lookout for the unpredictable emperor.

When they went to the court today, they keenly found that the emperor's face was much better than a few days ago, and he quickly left the palace.

I have to say that in this regard, he is more perfunctory than the previous emperors, and the previous emperors all had a quarter of an hour in the last dynasty, among which Zhou Yuanhui took the longest time.

When I arrived at Xiao Qingnan, it didn't take more than half an hour before and after.

If any minister said more useless words, he would definitely be able to suffer Xiao Qingnan's cold knife.

Now that the minister has something to do, he is straightforward and clear, and I have to say that the efficiency has improved a lot.

Straight to the point

They were a little curious about Xiao Qingnan's abnormality, so they went back to the palace to change their clothes, and walked around the Chu Mansion, which was called eliminating food.

The emperor lives up to his wishes.

This is not! They really found something.

In a low-key and elegant carriage not far from Chu Mansion, the man looked through the half-flirted curtain and touched the men and women hugging each other, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

He whispered in a sour voice, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness, "Go home." ”

The dark guard next to him glanced at him silently, and sighed invisibly in his heart.

Since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty pass, and the ancients did not deceive him.

……

Pull back

Jiang Wei leaned on Xiao Qingnan's chest, and seeing that he didn't let go of his hand, she said in a muffled voice, "I'm hungry." The tone was a bit like coquettishness.

"I've already cooked."

Xiao Qingnan let go of her and couldn't help kissing her forehead, her cold thin lips drawing a beautiful arc.

The two entered the Chu Mansion together, and Steward Luo glanced at the minister who was probing his brain outside, and raised his hand to signal the door to close.

The red door slowly closed, cutting off the inquiry of outsiders, and the ministers glanced at each other, and then went to drink wine together to celebrate the upcoming beautiful time of the court.

Atrium

A large group of people gathered around the table, among which there was Xiao An, who had not been seen for a long time, looked at Jiang Wei's snow-white hair, sniffed, took a step, and ran over, "A-Niang." ”

A few days ago, Zhou An didn't allow him to go back to Chu Mansion, no matter how he went on a hunger strike, Zhou An didn't allow it, so he faintly guessed if something happened to his aunt and father.

Later, when he asked Zhou Qingyuan, he saw that his eyes were dodgy, and he knew that something had happened to his father, and he cried and shouted to leave the house.

But no one relented and let him go out of the house, and then the princess couldn't bear to tell him the truth, couldn't stand his begging, and secretly took him to Xishan.

He saw the depressed A-Niang and the wordless monument behind A-Niang.

Cover your mouth with your little hand and control yourself not to cry.

He didn't call Ah Niang, Ah Niang was sad enough to lose his father, and he would be even more sad if he saw him crying.

Kneeling on the ground, he silently kowtowed a few times to the place of the grave before getting up and running down the mountain.

Jiang Wei touched his head dotingly, squatted down and saw that he had obviously lost a lot of weight, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes, "An'er, you have lost weight, you will have to eat more in the future." ”

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