Wen Minyi led the people to wait on the side of the road, and when she saw Qingzhou coming, Wen Minyi had red circles in her eyes, stepped forward and held Qingzhou's hand, and before she could speak, she shed tears.

"Auntie." Seeing Wen's, Qingzhou stopped.

"Qingzhou, it's my aunt who can't stand you," Wen Minyi said sadly with tears in her eyes; "This is what the old lady meant, and my aunt can't be the master."

Qingzhou shook his head, "This is Qingzhou's willingness, Qingzhou is willing to be buried for her husband, and your aunt should not be sad." ”

Wen Minyi patted Qingzhou's hand and said, "After you leave, Aunt Forsythia will take care of it for you, you just have to rest assured." ”

"Qingzhou thanked my aunt." Qingzhou thanked Wen Minyi, until the accompanying grandmother urged, Qingzhou took two steps back, bowed to Wen Minyi, and bowed.

"Qingzhou, what are you doing here?" Wen Minyi's expression moved, and she was about to help Qingzhou's body.

Qingzhou didn't move, there were tears in her eyes, she only leaned down and said to Wen Minyi; "Qingzhou prays to aunt, you and uncle, to live a good life."

Wen Minyi was slightly stunned, she moved her lips, but she couldn't speak.

"Please aunt and uncle take care of each other, even if Qingzhou goes to Jiuquan, he will pray for his uncle and aunt." After Qingzhou finished speaking, he bowed to Wen Minyi three times.

Wen Minyi's eyes were red, and she only read a sentence; "Why are you suffering?"

Qingzhou stood up, she didn't say anything to Wen Minyi, she only let her grandmother hold her and walked towards the mourning hall.

There was a stool in the hall, and the servant on the side had already presented a white silk to the tray and put his hands in front of the light boat.

"Young lady, the minions are on your way." Although the grandmother's face was respectful, her tone was very gloomy, she looked towards Qingzhou, but if Qingzhou had the slightest hesitation, they would take action herself.

Qingzhou's face was quiet, and her eyes were even warmer, she took the white silk from her mother's hand, and Xiuzu stepped on the stool, her little hand hung the white silk on the beam, and tied a knot at the end.

When sending his delicate and fair neck into the white silk, Karufune remembered Manju Mountain.

Remembering the first time he saw him, he looked into his eyes and told her in a gentle voice, "I am Wanzhongshan." ”

remembered that when he was bullied by Wan Zi'an, he kicked open the door and went to make decisions for her.

remembered that the sword spike he made with his own hands was cherished by him and held it in his arms.

When he remembered that he had been tossed in the carriage and was frightened, he descended from the sky like a god.

I remembered him jumping into a cliff with himself in my arms, and I remembered the only kiss he had in the water

Qingzhou's pupils were soft, and a gentle smile crossed the corners of her lips, she slowly closed her eyes, put the crook of her neck in the white silk, and kicked away the stool under her feet.

"Master Hou?"

Outside the Hou Mansion, after seeing the figure of Wan Chongshan, the attendants guarding the door were suddenly shocked, and before they came back to their senses, Wan Chongshan had already turned over and dismounted, almost rampage towards the backyard.

"Master Hou is back!"

The voice came from nowhere, the servants guarding in front of the mourning hall were shocked, everyone looked up, and saw a tall man rushing over, and at a glance saw the figure of the hanging beam committing suicide, Wanzhongshan's pupils were about to split, and he instantly pulled out the saber on his waist, the saber with the sound of the wind, was thrown out by the man with a strong force, the saber cut the white silk on the beam, and before the body of the light boat fell, Wanzhongshan had rushed into the mourning hall and hugged her body tightly.

"Qingzhou, I'm back, it's okay." Wanzhong Mountain's heart is like a drum, only to lose and regain the light boat firmly in his arms, his face is pale, and he can't stop calling the name of the light boat, until the light boat faintly opens his eyes, and what meets his eyes is his anxious and crazy face.

As soon as he saw him, tears rolled down from Qingzhou's eyes, she couldn't speak, only felt a hot pain in her neck, Wan Chongshan looked at her tears, his eyes were like a sea of pity, he stretched out his fingers and wiped away those tears for her, Qingzhou glanced at him, and finally fainted in his arms.

Qingzhou didn't know how long she had been asleep, but when she woke up, she saw that it was already dark, and the lamp was burning in the room, reflecting the handsome and straight figure in front of the bed.

Seeing Qingzhou wake up, Wan Chongshan's eyes were shocked, his eyes fell on the crook of Qingzhou's neck, looking at the shocking strangulation marks, he stretched out his fingers, slowly stroked it, and asked; "Does it still hurt?"

He just asked three words, Qingzhou's heart was sour, even she didn't understand, when he was away, even if he was forced to commit suicide by his grandmother, she could bear it willingly, but when he came back and said these words to her in such a low and gentle tone, the grievances in her heart suddenly became irrepressible, she lay there with red circles under her eyes, didn't say anything, only silently shed tears.

"Don't cry." Wan Chongshan caressed her face, his pupils were full of bottomless pity, and Yu was clear when he saw it, and Yu was sad in his heart.

"How are you coming back?" Qingzhou's voice was a little hoarse because of the strangulation, Wan Chongshan looked into her eyes and told her; "Before I left, I left a confidant in the house, and no matter what happens to you, he will immediately pass on the book to me."

Qingzhou couldn't tell the taste in her heart, she looked at the man in front of her, because of the day and night, the wind and dust between the eyebrows of the ten thousand mountains, and her eyes were full of bloodshots, she saw it in her eyes, her heart suddenly hurt, she didn't dare to look at him anymore, only lowered her eyes, and reluctantly sat up from the bed.

Seeing this, Wan Chongshan immediately stretched out his arm and wanted to help her, but Qingzhou turned slightly sideways and avoided his hand.

Wanzhongshan's eyes sank.

"Uncle." Qingzhou opened his mouth, and seeing that she was still calling her uncle to this day, Wan Chongshan's eyebrows twisted slightly, and he looked at her without saying a word.

"You let me die," the light boat bites the word very lightly, and the ten thousand mountain roads; "I am willing to be martyred for my husband, and I ask my uncle to fulfill it."

When Wan Chongshan heard this, he only stretched out his hand and lifted her chin, so that she had to look into her eyes.

"Uncle" Qingzhou looked into his eyes and spat out two words almost in a whisper.

"You and Zi'an have been married for less than a year, he is indifferent to you on weekdays, there is no husband and wife between you and him, will you be willing to die for him?" Wan Chongshan's eyes were dark, he just stared into Qingzhou's eyes, and spit out this passage in a deep voice.

Under the man's gaze, Qingzhou's heart beat faster and faster, she looked at Wanzhong Mountain, her lips just trembled slightly, but she couldn't speak.

"I know, you're for me." Wan Chongshan's voice was calm, he was still staring at Qingzhou, but the short sentence smashed into Qingzhou's heart like a boulder.

She looked at him in a daze, and saw that he understood his mind, and couldn't tell whether it was sour or relieved, she thought that as long as she stayed in the Hou Mansion and was able to see Wan Chongshan during the New Year's Festival, she would not harm him, but when Wan Mu said those words to her, she understood that as long as she lived, it was the biggest threat to Wan Chongshan, and he might be desperate for her, punished by the emperor for her, and scolded by the world for her.

Qingzhou didn't dare to think about it anymore, as soon as she lowered her eyes, she felt a rush in her eyes, which only made her have to cover her face with her hands, but those tears still continued to overflow from her fingers, her body trembled slightly, and finally she couldn't help crying.

She knew that as long as she was martyred for Wan Zi'an, not only would all the rumors be self-defeating, but Wan Chongshan would still be the Marquis of Zhenyuan above ten thousand under one person, and his reputation would never be affected by her.

She didn't deceive Wan Chongshan, she was indeed willing to go to the funeral.

Wan Chongshan listened to her subtle cry, as if someone had taken a needle and pierced it into the heart, he didn't speak, only stretched out his arm and hugged Qingzhou in his arms.

Qingzhou's face was buried in Wan Chongshan's arms, sobbing silently, Wan Chongshan caressed her back, her cry tightened his heart, only made his heart like a knife, couldn't help but tighten his arms, and whispered out her milk name; "Yue'er"

Qingzhou was slightly stunned, raised his eyes from Wan Chongshan's arms, Wan Chongshan stroked her face, and wiped away those tears for her one by one, when Wan Chongshan leaned down, Qingzhou's eyes were panicked, she stepped back, but Wan Chongshan's big hand grabbed her slender waist and hugged her back.

"Uncle" Qingzhou's hand pressed against his chest, and his voice was full of panic and pleading.

"Don't call me that again." Wan Chongshan's voice was hoarse, he clasped Qingzhou's waist tightly, held her firmly in his arms, he leaned over to find her lips, and kissed her involuntarily.

Qingzhou's lips are very soft, very cool, like delicate stamens, so that Wan Chongshan is reluctant to exert force, his kiss is as domineering and strong as his person, and he has never given Qingzhou a chance to resist, Qingzhou's little hand has been held by him, so he has to lean on his arms, let him take away all the sweetness between her lips like a city.

I don't know how long it has been, almost so long that Qingzhou was about to breathe, fainting in his arms, Wan Chongshan finally let go of her lips, and his big hand was still wrapped around her slender waist.

Qingzhou couldn't stop gasping, looking at her white face, Wan Chongshan held her hand and imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

Wan Chongshan hugged her body, his voice was gentle, and he said slowly to the woman in his arms; "Don't be afraid, I'm in everything."

Qingzhou's body moved slightly, she looked at Wan Chongshan's eyes, and just as she was about to speak, she saw Wan Chongshan raise her finger, signaling that she didn't have to say anything, his eyes were like the sea, and he only said a word to her; "You have a good rest for these two days, and when you get well, I will take you to Wuzhou."

"Aren't you afraid?" Qingzhou asked softly.

Wan Chongshan held Qingzhou's cheek in the palm of his hand, his eyes were dark and firm, and he said word by word: "It is to let Qianfu point out, ten thousand people scold, what am I afraid of?" ”