Looking left and right, Cheng Beiwang squirmed for a while, and then looked at her with a smile and said, "I think it's better for you to get married, I have a good candidate here." ”

"Oh?" Ren Xiaoyao didn't smile, looked at him seriously and said, "You?" ”

Cheng Beiwang: "......"

This man is always so clever that he can't play the slightest trick.

A little embarrassed, Cheng Beiwang scratched his head and didn't dare to look at her eyes: "Hmm...... What do you think of me? ”

"Not good." Ren Xiaoyao pulled the corners of his mouth: "I have already finished what I should say last time, I thought you understood, but it turned out that you still wanted to marry me because of impulse." ”

On the spur of the moment? Cheng Beiwang frowned.

It's a little impulsive, but it'...... He won't regret marrying her.

"I will always treat adults as friends, and neither will Yanyuan." Sighing, Ren Xiaoyao reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "So adults don't have to say anything like getting married, I won't marry." ”

With wide eyes, the person in front of the meeting turned around to leave, Cheng Beiwang hurriedly stopped her: "Didn't you want to marry me last time?" ”

"That was the last time, and it's outdated." Ren Xiaoyao admitted very generously: "That time I was impulsive, and I will never have such a thought in the future." ”

…… Grandma's, it's really a misstep into a thousand hatreds!

Cheng Beiwang was very depressed, but Ren Xiaoyao still patted him on the shoulder very buddy: "Okay, let's go back, don't think about anything else." ”

With that, he got into the carriage and went to the carriage on his own.

Cheng Beiwang stood outside for a while, sighed, and followed.

To be honest, Ren Xiaoyao is still very happy to hear this person's marriage proposal, but once she sees through some things, she can't make mistakes. She and Cheng Beiwang are not suitable to be husband and wife, only buddies can last a lifetime. His possessiveness and impulsiveness could not constitute enough conditions to marry her.

Cheng Beiwang is a flowery person, and he smiles at everyone with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and the little maids in the yard have been seduced by him a lot. She shouldn't actually like such a man, it's too insecure. It's just that Miao Miao, who somehow has a little feeling.

It's time to pinch them all.

She is not hypocritical, if she really likes it to death, she will agree to marry him. The problem is that she now finds that she doesn't like him as much as she thought.

In the next two years, Cheng Beiwang and Ren Xiaoyao returned to their previous mode of getting along, sitting together to chat and complain if they couldn't think of anything, drinking together when they were happy, causing trouble together when they were unhappy, and finally he was cleaning up anyway.

As if nothing had happened, Ren Xiaoyao changed back into men's clothes, and he was Cheng Beiwang's best buddy.

It's just that after a few drunken times, it wasn't her to take care of him, he would remember to change her clothes, then help her to bed, and then stumble away.

It's a good day.

It's just that Song Liangye finally couldn't stay up.

All the doctors were helpless, and the people on the bed were already thin to skin and bones, but their faces were still unusually beautiful.

"I can hold on for half a month." He said calmly: "If you don't want to make a mess in Yandi, let them come back quickly." ”

The eyes that contained the galaxy were now barren, and every time he saw his expression, Cheng Beiwang felt uncomfortable in his heart. Although he has never been waiting to see Song Liangye, he will still feel sympathy when he looks at him like this.

Mo Niang stood aside with her little daughter crying, he didn't even look at it, just stared at the direction of the door, hanging and waiting.

Song Liangchen and Shen Meijing rushed back with the six-year-old Xiao Tian'er, not for the throne, but for the last look at him.

By the time they arrived, Song Liangye had already half-closed his eyes. Seeing Song Liangchen, his eyes seemed to light up, and he stretched out his hand to him with great effort.

"Long time no see." Song Liangchen sat on the edge of the bed looking at him with mixed emotions, and reached out to hold his hand.

The tears in his eyes slowly increased, Song Liangye hooked his lips and smiled, and shouted to him coquettishly as he did many years ago:

"Brother."

His heart hurt, and Song Liangchen's eyes were also red.

No matter how deep the hatred is, in the end, it is the blood and blood relatives. He is sick like this, and he will not be better.

I was about to say something, but I saw that the person on the bed suddenly closed his eyes.

"Cool night?" Song Liangchen was startled, and hurriedly shook him gently: "You haven't said it yet, you ......"

The lantern next to him knelt and cried silently: "The second master is just waiting for you to come back, and even the poison is used as a tonic to support it, and now it can't hold on......"

Gasping for air, Song Liangchen held his thin wrist and felt it for a long time, but he couldn't detect the pulse beating.

The cry exploded in the room, but he couldn't cry, only stared at the relieved expression on his face in a daze.

When he returns, will he be at ease?

But he won't want the throne......

"How so?" Meijing retreated with Tian'er and muttered quietly with red eyes.

Tian'er looked up at his mother and whispered: "They are all guests in the world, he just went home early, you don't have to be sad." ”

Meijing was stunned for a moment, squatted down and looked at the little guy in front of her: "The dead person is your second uncle, you should also be sad, understand?" ”

Tian'er shook his head: "Don't be sad, there are too many people who feel sorry for him, it will hinder his reincarnation." ”

What? Meijing was stunned, and reached out and nodded his forehead: "You little guy, what have you been reading recently?" Why is the god babbling? ”

This child was born intelligent, and was not a disaster as the old man said, on the contrary, he knew 10,000 words at the age of five, read a wide range of books, and if he grew up in the future, he would definitely be a great person.

"I've been watching "Soul Talk" recently." Tian'er said seriously: "No matter how difficult it is to meet in the world, we will meet in the sky, and the sadness is just that we can't let go of it." However, I have never met the second uncle, so naturally I can't be sad. ”

Look at this little guy, Meijing couldn't help but laugh and hurriedly took him out of the room, so as not to spoil the atmosphere.

Song Liangye will change from such an ambitious person to such a person in such a few short years, and the beautiful scenery is very surprising. But thinking that Zhao Anju also died of illness, she didn't feel so sad.

There really is a cycle of cause and effect in this world.

Although I don't know what Song Liangye's death has to do with Anju, I heard that they all seem to have the same disease, and Anju is buried together, but Song Liangye is alone.

He must be used to being alone.

When arranging the burial, because he was the king of Yan, he was reasonably buried in the ancestral tomb of the Song family, on the highest mountain in Yandi, in the direction of Zhao Di.

Meijing was suddenly a little curious, what was Song Liangye thinking about when she died? Do you remember your whole life and then sigh with regret when you miss something you shouldn't have missed?

Looking at his lonely tombstone, she could only salute with Tian'er, and then prepare to leave.