However, in this situation, it is very difficult for them to protect themselves, and Sister Ah has long lost the ability to choose happiness.

The sorrow of the troubled times is not only the bloodshed of the war, but also affects the fate of many people in the most cruel form.

Sister is among them, he doesn't know what the ending will be for him, or Song Ling.

"Sister." He shouted again, only by this time, the voice had already been quieted.

Because there is nothing to do, it is the most powerless.

Princess Qinghe was stunned, she knew that her brother was grieving for her, but this was fate.

She has already accepted her fate.

She quietly cleaned up, and the reluctance to leave her relatives turned into invisible tears and flowed bitterly into her heart.

"Fenghuang, hurry up and clean up, Gonggong Yang is still waiting for us."

Murong Chong seemed to want to say something, but looking at Sister A's weak but strong appearance, he knew that they were not qualified to resist at all.

Seeing Murong Chong and Qinghe walking out together, the heart that had been worried about the Zuhun clan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Fenghuang did not go down.

Ke Zuhun stepped forward and held his daughter's hand tightly, reluctant for a while, her daughter and Fenghuang had never left her side for a long time, and now, they were going to a very high and far place, which was not something she could easily visit.

When she thought of this, she couldn't help but burst into tears.

"In the palace, you must listen to Your Majesty's words, serve Your Majesty well, don't compete for favor, and be obedient."

"Your younger brother has a strong temperament, persuade him more in the palace to do everything, and forbearance can be saved."

As she spoke, Ke Zuhun reluctantly looked at Murong Chong, she only felt more and more sad in her heart, and wiped the corners of her eyes again and again, they were all her own flesh and blood, who was willing to part!

"Mother!" Princess Qinghe also held her mother's hand tightly and wept silently.

She has never been away from her mother for a long time, and now that she is parting, I am afraid it will be difficult to see her, too much reluctance, a weak woman, except for crying, has no words to complain.

If she could, she would like to tell her mother out loud that she doesn't want to get married, let alone enter the palace.

But, she knew, she couldn't.

"Good boy, don't cry, being able to be the concubine of His Majesty King Qin is your blessing and a happy event for our family, do you understand?" Ke Zuhun gently wiped away the tears on his daughter's face with a handkerchief, straightened the beads on her bun, and gently smoothed her hanging hair.

If it weren't for Gonggong Yang waiting here, she would have wanted to comb Qinghe's hair in person! There is a custom in Liaodong that when a daughter gets married, her mother must comb her hair and dress up.

But now, she can't do it, and she doesn't have time to do it.

"If there's anything you don't understand, just ask Grandpa Yang." She wiped away the tears of both of her mother, and when she looked at Father-in-law Yang, she still maintained her nobility as always.

"Madam Shanghou, please rest assured, the miscellaneous family will definitely take care of them."

"Thank you, Grandpa Yang." Ke Zuhun was grateful, and hurriedly took off the jade bracelet and stuffed it into Yang Gonggong's hand.

Yang Gonggong didn't say anything, he was already happy in his heart, this Yan royal family, the shot was really generous.

"Master Hou, Mrs. Shanghou, it's not too early, Mrs. Qinghe and Little Lord Hou, it's time to enter the palace."

"Okay, there is Father-in-law." But no matter how reluctant the Zuhun clan is to give up their children, they can only endure the pain and say goodbye.

From leaving the house to getting on the sedan chair, Princess Qinghe didn't look back, because her mother told her that entering the palace to be the concubine of King Qin was a happy event, and she couldn't cry so much that it ruined His Majesty's interest.

But the moment she got on the sedan chair, her tears couldn't hold back anymore and gushed out.

Mother, why can't I feel the so-called blessing and joy?

But Zuhun has been watching the back of his children leave the house, and the noble tears are slowly falling. I don't know why, looking at their figures gradually drifting apart, her legs were weak, and she subconsciously only felt that she had lost her children forever.

Murong beside her supported her in time.

****

Chang'an Imperial Palace, Huanyi Fang.

The well water in the middle of the night was very cold and cold, so cold that her hands were immersed in such cold water, and she felt that her internal organs were shivering with cold, and those hands were so cold that she lost consciousness in an instant. When she pulled her hand out of the water again, the cold wind of midwinter blew whirring, and her hands were frozen stiff at once, no matter how she breathed, it was not warm, as if she had been hard peeled off a layer of skin by ice.

Song Ling held his hand, which was colder and stiffer than ice, and looked at the mountains of clothes on the side, feeling desperate for a moment.

King Zhongshan is not wrong, there are too many people who are more torturous than death.

"Don't work yet! Don't you want to be lazy! ”

Hearing a piercing shout behind him, a woman in a dark purple palace dress yawned and walked out, and in her hand, she was also holding a slender thorn strip, this is the head of the Huanyi Fang, Sun Mufang.

Song Ling had no choice but to put his frozen hands back into the water and scrub the clothes in his hands vigorously.

"So hard! Didn't you know if this was Mrs. Ya's clothes! It's good for you to rub it! ”

Sun Zhangfang's right hand was raised, and a whip was firmly whipped on Song Ling's body, making her tremble in pain.

Song Ling couldn't bear the pain, slowed down the speed of his hands, and had to wash his clothes gently.

Unexpectedly, another whip fell on her.

"So slow! Even if you wash until dawn, you can't finish washing, how can you pay tomorrow! ”

The corners of Sun Mufang's raised eyes slanted, and he cursed on his mouth, but there was an irrepressible evil smile on his face, and those whips were really enjoyable.

Wash it quickly, say it's too hard! It's light, but it's too slow!

Then this is the sincerity of her!

This time, Song Ling did not go against the grain.

The woman threw the clothes in her hand into the water and stood up, and the momentum that rose up frightened Sun Mufang, who was holding the thorn in her hand, to retreat.

"What are you doing! If you want to rebel, you can't do it! She was still shouting on the surface, but her tone was noticeably weaker.

"Dare to ask my aunt, it's not fast or slow, what do you want me to do?" Song Ling didn't speak loudly, after all, she was just a humble palace maid now, and she didn't want to cause any trouble for Murong Chong.

But the fierceness in the woman's eyes inexplicably frightened Sun Mufang, who had always been powerful, stammered.

"I, I think how you are! Of course, I washed all these clothes! ”

"With so many clothes, how can I wash them before dawn by myself."

"Auntie, I don't understand, they are all palace maids, why can others sleep, and I have to wash clothes overnight, is this a palace rule?"

Until now, she still said in a good voice, she didn't want to cause any trouble, because she knew that the days in the palace would be long, long, and no one knew when it would be a head, she just wanted to be calm and quiet.