Jin Zhuoyan returned to Changsha Palace, it was already a regular time, and Zhang Xi'an, the old servant beside Jin Xiang, greeted him from the small gatehouse in the second gate, "Lord Shizi, Lord Xiang told the old slave to wait for Lord Shi here, saying that if Lord Shi can come back before Hai Zheng, please ask Lord Shi to come over and talk." ”

Jin Shuyan glanced at the drip in the corner of the house, Weng Weng Hai was resting for two moments, it was still early.

In the main courtyard of Jin Xiang, the lights were warm, Mrs. Min stood at the door of the upper room, greeted her grandson who took a few steps forward to salute, pulled it up and looked at it carefully, gently patted Jin Cunyan's arm, and pointed to the west chamber, "You Weng Weng is waiting for you, go ahead, I'll let someone bring you a bowl of crisp cheese to eat, you have lost a lot of weight." ”

"I haven't lost much weight, I'm tanned, I look thin, don't worry, my wife, I'll have breakfast with my wife tomorrow morning." Jin Huyan replied with a smile, took a step back, and entered the West Chamber.

Jin Xiang wore a half-old home-style gown, without a belt, sat on a comfortable circle chair, looked at his grandson who came in with the curtain lifted, and pointed to a circle chair next to him, "You have lost a lot of weight, sit down, how is Brother Yan?" Okay? ”

"Okay." Jin Shuyan moved the circle chair closer to Weng Weng, and his smile showed a bit of dependence, Jin Xiang looked at him and laughed.

"You said you had something to tell Weng Weng? Is it Brother Yan'er's business? "Prime Minister Jin Xiang has been in office for more than 20 years, and under the busy schedule all year round, it is here that he chats with his grandson, and he gets straight to the point.

"Well, two days before I arrived in the capital, he came to me." The smile on Jin Shuyan's face disappeared, and he looked at Weng Weng with a solemn expression.

Jin Xiang's upper body straightened up suddenly, "He? ”

"Well, he said, the prince's life is still there, and the trip to Hangzhou is useless!" Jin clumsed his teeth.

Jin Xiang waved at him, "Before going to Hangzhou City, he said that there was a glimmer of hope, you continued." ”

"Yes." Jin Zhuoyan took a deep breath, "He said, let the prince and the girl of the Li family make a marriage, and said, like the trip to Hangzhou City, there is only a glimmer of chance, there is only a trace of ......" Jin Zhuoyan's voice fell, revealing endless sadness, "Weng Weng, this fate, is there really a fate?" ”

"In the former dynasty of Renzong, the Zhou family had a monk prince......" Jin Xiang looked at his grandson, and Jin Zhuoyan blurted out: "Master of idealism? ”

"Well, when the master left the Gospel Monastery and traveled the world, he took in an apprentice. That year, when he came to tell him about the number of fates, he came with his master, and the master said that he inherited the number from the master of idealism, and the number of lives was approved by the master. That Master is not an ordinary person, I believe his words. ”

Jin Xiang's tone was heavy, Jin Clumsy's upper body slowly straightened up, for a long time, and then withered, "Weng Weng, there is only a line of ......"

"There is a line, it is a gap, there is a chance, there is a line, the girl of the Li family, how old is she this year?"

"Eleven." Jin replied in a low voice.

"It's too small." Jin Xiang frowned, "Brother Yan is nineteen years old this year, and your aunt has taken a fancy to the girl of the Wei family." ”

"Is it decided?" Jin Zhuoyan was a little anxious.

"You haven't made up your mind yet, don't worry." Jin Xiang's voice was gentle, he stretched out his hand, and patted it lightly on the back of Jin Zhuoyan's hand, "No matter how urgent things are, you can't be in a hurry, if you are in a hurry, you will be in a hurry." ”

Jin Zhuoyan took a deep breath and mumbled.

"Marriage to help this matter is of little use to Brother Yan, this one, your aunt can see it clearly, your aunt wants to pick a daughter-in-law who can sing with Brother Yan'er, and the husband and wife get along, you want to find a way to start with Brother Yan, drag it out first, let me think of a way." Metallographic warm channel.

Jin Cunyan agreed, looked at Weng Weng, for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Weng Weng, if you tell your aunt about the number of lives, will you?" ”

"No way!" Jin Xiang flatly refused, but the words that followed took a while to come out, "You know this now, how do you feel?" You see Brother Yan is very heavy, but Brother Yan really wants to ...... If he is not there, you can still live, just like everyone, your aunt is different, she is alive, only supported by Brother Yan. If she knew, seeing the hour approaching, it would be a torture worse than death. ”

After being silent for a long time, Jin Xiangcai continued: "This line of vitality, how much does your aunt have to see?" What will she do, what will she do? Too eager and afraid, I am afraid that it will hurt the vitality of this line. ”

Jin Xiangmu looked into the distance without focus, and was distracted for a while before he said in a firm low tone: "I can't let her know, except for you and me, I can't let anyone know, you and I know, it's enough." ”

Jin Cunyan responded in a low voice, and Jin Xiang came out for a long time, "Since she has Brother Yan, she has come back to life, she has hope, and there is still a chance to do it, isn't it, even if she can't fight for this line......"

Jin Xiang's words suddenly stopped, and after a while, he continued: "As you said, the number of lives may be fake." "The sound of the metallographic phase was lower than the word, until it was low to nothing.

Jin looked at Weng Weng directly, and at this moment, he was extremely truly aware that the number of lives hanging over his head had never been real and accurate.

The room was silent for a while, and Jin Xiang coughed lowly, as if to clear something, cover something, "This family matter, don't worry." There are still two or three years, your aunt is shrewd and suspicious, and she ......is very suspicious" Jin Xiang's words paused again, staring blankly at the void in front of him, for a long time, his voice was full of pain and remorse, "She wasn't like this before, she blamed me......"

"Weng Weng." Weng Weng's voice was full of remorse, and Jin Clumsy Yan actually had a little fear when he heard it.

"It's all my fault, the wrong things I did, and I hurt you again." Jin Xiang's voice was low, and he looked at Jin Cunyan with great pity.

"How can Weng Weng say that? This is my business, Brother Yan'er's business, and my business. Jin Zhuoyan looked directly at Weng Weng, his voice trembling slightly.

"I know." Jin Xiang stood up with the armrest of the chair, walked a few steps in the room, and looked at Jin Zhuoyan, who stood up with him, "You and Brother Yan are closer than brothers." Brother Yan has just been full moon, your wife holds you to see Brother Yan, at that time, you still can't walk, but you climb fast, your wife put you on the kang, as soon as you let go, you quickly climbed to Brother Yan'er's side, guarded Brother Yan sat down, dancing hands to indicate that Brother Yan is yours, looking at Brother Yan, no one else is allowed to move. This is also about your life, and you have to pay for this unpaid fault for Weng Weng. ”

"Weng Weng."

"Weng Weng is fine, this is a good thing, for more than ten years before the trip to Hangzhou City, Weng Weng stood in the dark, asking every year, and there was no life every year." Jin Xiang's words choked up, thinking about the ten years that were dark to hell, and he also survived.

Later, he said that there was a glimmer of life, and Weng Weng was drunk that day. Now there is a glimmer of life, you see, the opportunity is like this, an opportunity pulls an opportunity, the more it pulls, the brighter it becomes. Jin Xiang patted his grandson's shoulder hard, and comforted himself with his grandson.