Now that this name has been stripped away, it has also taken away all his joys, sorrows, loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

Shen Xichen hugged her, afraid that she would be cold, and wrapped her tightly in his arms, as if she could feel warm.

But the person in his arms was silent, and he didn't complain to him aggrievedly, nor did he cry with him, but only nested quietly in his arms, looking well-behaved, as in the past.

She was always obedient in front of him, and she never disobeyed him when he said anything.

Shen Xichen was in pain all over his body.

He gently picked her up and staggered to his room.

"Jin'er...... It was cold outside and couldn't sleep outside......"

He muttered as if she was really just asleep.

But until he carried her back to the room, her body was still cold.

Shen Xichen gently wiped the blood stains off her face, and finally slowly buried her face in his hands.

He whimpered and cried.

If you really have a next life, I'll like you instead.

It's like you like me in this life.

There was silence in the room, and no one answered.

For decades, the world has been peaceful, and the sea is clear.

Emperor Ming worked diligently and finally realized the grand ambition when he ascended the throne.

And in the past ten years, the authority in his hands has also been attributed to the imperial power little by little, Mo Songshu has been beheaded for treason, and the cabinet is controlled by Shen Xichen, and the monarch is wise and virtuous.

Only the same, Emperor Ming had some difficulty accepting his seriousness.

Since the death of his sister, this man seems to have gone from an unstoppable youth to a prime of life.

He was indeed gifted in political affairs, and his new policies were praised by all the people, but he was silent in private, and he was no longer as heroic as he used to be.

At the Chinese New Year's Eve Palace Banquet, Emperor Ming pointed at him from afar when he was drunk, but after a long time, he couldn't say anything, only sighed.

After the palace banquet was over, Shen Xichen returned to the Shen Mansion alone.

Obviously, the official business has been handled, but he still reads the book and sees the second half of the night.

It wasn't until the fifth watch that he got up and went back to his room.

He waited as he reached the door of the room, and then carefully pushed the door open.

The door was deserted, and no one called him "brother" in a sweet voice.

He had waited so late, but his little girl still hadn't returned.

Shen Xichen walked to the side of the bed silently by himself and lay down quietly.

He has been like this for countless days and nights.

At first, he thought he had come back too early, she wasn't ready, so he would always come back later, later.

Later, it slowly became a habit.

There was no dream all night, and on the second day, Shen Xichen got up silently and went to the morning court.

When I came back, I waited quietly.

He finally knew what it was like to be alone and waiting for someone.

Another ten years have passed, Emperor Ming is still strong, but Shen Xichen has returned to his hometown first.

He walked all the way north, seeing all the things in the world like in the previous life.

There are all kinds of things in the world, but he can't find the person he is looking for.

One day, he returned to Beijing by boat, and the boatman chattered about the changes over the years.

The country and the people are safe, and the people of the world will no longer be displaced.

Shen Xichen looked at the sky and suddenly smiled: "People in the world don't need Shen Shoufu anymore, right?" ”

How could the boatman understand this, and said with a smile: "As long as you are willing to think about us ordinary people, aren't Shen Shoufu and Wang Shoufu the same?" ”