Compared with last year's visible aging, Chen Yang's straight waist is bent and his pitch black is white.

The military power was seized, the family was in decline, the ambition was still there, and the hero was twilight.

Half a year ago, he wanted to go to the Hengcheng camp with Xue Zhi, but he politely refused. In the name of beauty, let him stay in the capital to have a good rest, isn't he afraid that he will regain his prestige and win the hearts of the army again and affect his status?

Staying in the capital every day, with wine as a companion, ambitions are about to be smoothed out.

Ye Zhaolin and Ye Shijing intentionally or unintentionally wooed him again, and even the prince of Daliang secretly wanted to cooperate with him, which made him feel that he was still useful, and he moved his mind again.

He was among them, noncommittal.

At this age, the situation of the Chen Mansion can no longer allow him to choose the wrong one again.

Whenever he walked in the courtyard and passed by his daughter's boudoir, he could always hear his wife's forbearance crying, which made him feel guilty.

A man can't even protect his daughter, let alone anything else?

He sometimes hates, hates his daughter's willful infatuation, hates his opponent for being insidious and cunning, and he hasn't solved that game until now. Otherwise, at this time, he was not only General Weiyuan, but also the father-in-law of the prince, and even Xue Zhi would give him some face.

And his poor daughter, in her good years, a good flower, was scattered in the miscellaneous room.

"Wenyu, dad misses you!" Chen Yang grabbed the half-drunk wine bottle, but was snatched by a slightly black and rough hand.

"Bastard!" He roared, what minion was so bold as to take his wine!

"Daddy!"

Chen Wenyu looked at him and cried, she didn't expect her majestic and domineering father to age so quickly, and even her previously sharp eyes began to cloud.

All of this is because of her, and it is because of her unfilial piety!

"Dad, my daughter is back."

Chen Yang looked at his daughter in palace maid clothes, her fair face was a lot darker, her eyes were full of exhaustion, and she suddenly felt sad.

"Wenyu, you. You're back? Chen Yang slowly stood up, trembling his hands and touching her hair, his eyes red from wine became even redder, "My daughter, Dad misses you!" ”

When the father and daughter were crying, Mrs. Chen also arrived, looking at the daughter of the two people, tears like a river bursting the embankment.

Chen Wenfei did not mourn as much as they did, on the contrary, seeing Chen Wenyu's embarrassed appearance, he had the pleasure of revenge. He ruined the General's Mansion and ruined his future by himself, and he really couldn't sympathize with her.

"Dad, mother, it's not easy for my sister to go out of the palace, let's talk about it."

Chen Yang and his wife wiped away their tears, and learned that she was going back to the palace before the application, so they were busy preparing lunch in the kitchen.

"You said you've already gone to the Elan Hall to serve?" Chen Yang's first reaction was strange.

Chen Wenyu said: "Yes." Concubine Wen asked for a palace maid who knew kung fu, and the emperor let me go. ”

Mrs. Chen called "Amitabha", as long as she left the bitter place in the miscellaneous room, it would be good to go anywhere. What's more, her daughter and Concubine Wen still had some friendship before, and she was fortunate in misfortune.

"Concubine Wen treats me very well, Xiaohui enlisted others to make things difficult for me, she stood on my side, and asked Xiaohui not to arrange other work for me as much as possible."

Chen Yang was silent, just picking up vegetables for his daughter, looking at her gobbling up, his heart was sour.

Before parting, Chen Yang gave Chen Wenyu a thing and asked her to bring it to Qiu Xin, saying that Chen Yang thanked her for taking care of her daughter.

"Dad, my mother is not short of gold and silver, is it inappropriate for you to give this?"

"You just do it."

After lunch, Chen Wenyu didn't stay longer, and went to buy Yanjin plums after saying goodbye to his parents. The first time she did an errand for Qiu Xin, she couldn't have any errands, after all, she was looking forward to going out of the palace often to go home in the future.

Chen Wenyu ran to five shops, and each shop bought a pack, and there was always something she liked. In addition, pickled sour apricots and hawthorn were also bought.

"The shopkeeper, give you the silver."

After the money was gone, she was ready to go back to the palace. Suddenly, I heard a commotion around me, and when I looked through the crowd, I saw a woman in simple clothes arguing with the coachman.

"Your horse almost hit me, and you're still so domineering?"

"Who is to blame for your lack of walking and eyes?"

"Is there any reason at the feet of the Son of Heaven? You give me down, come down"

With a crisp whip, the woman's clothes were pulled out, and she wept bitterly, and the coachman rode away, leaving a choking cloud of smoke.

When the excitement was over, the crowd dispersed, and only the woman was scolding and crying, and finally the strength to scold was gone.

Chen Wenyu wanted to leave, but suddenly saw the woman's face clearly and froze.

She hurried into a garment shop on the side of the road and bought a cloak, and when she came out again, the woman was still there.

She put her cloak over the woman, covering the gaffle.

The woman bowed her head and wiped away her tears, and was about to thank her, but she froze in place.

"It's you." The face is embarrassed, and there is no place for self-embarrassment.

Chen Wenyu was much more indifferent: "It's me." We were the same people, we were supposed to be the same people, and we ended up being the same people. He Pujia, do you think the coincidence is funny, so funny and pathetic? ”

He Pujia smiled with tears, the world is impermanent, and the world is constant.

They were originally all daughters, but later she became a princess, and Chen Wenyu almost became a princess. Now, one is divorced and the other is enslaved.

In view of the fact that it was not early, Chen Wenyu did not have time to slowly reminisce.

"He Shangshu just doesn't want to be an official anymore, why are you dressed?"

Considering her self-esteem, she didn't continue.

He Pujia looked at his body, smiled bitterly and laughed at himself: "Shabby, isn't it?" To save Cai Wei's life, Da Zheng asked for 500,000 taels of silver. 500,000 taels, how easy is it to say! It is said that no one asks about the poor in the downtown area, I didn't understand it before, but now I understand. Dad lost power, I was suspended, no one helped, deserved, sold and sold, barely enough. I couldn't go back to my hometown, so I could only find someone to build a dilapidated thatched hut on the outskirts of Beijing. My father and mother have been sick for the past few days, and I wouldn't have come here if I hadn't been here for the medicine. ”

Seeing him rise up, watching him feast guests, seeing his building collapse, like a dream.

The dream is traceless, but the suffering is real.

Not only exists, but also resembles a repetition of the past.

It's like the argument just now.

Not long ago, her carriage went on a rampage and almost injured Han Xu, and the coachman whipped him at her behest.

After that, my sister was tortured in Zheng Palace, and now she is in the cold palace.

The past is like smoke, and it is useless to think too much. What she regrets now is the medicine that she spilled.

He Pujia carefully picked up the medicine and put it on the paper, but was knocked out by Chen Wenyu.

"It's dirty, don't ask for it. Pu Jia, nothing else may be able to help you, but I have a little silver, you can use it first. ”

is also a fallen person at the end of the world, Chen Wenyu has always been sympathetic to those who are worse than himself, and took out a few silver tickets from the Chen Mansion to her, and then rushed to the palace.

He Pujia pinched the silver ticket and whispered "thank you" to her back.

On the second floor of the teahouse not far away, there are two girls. One is white-clothed and snowy, one is red-clothed like fire, one is fresh and lovely, and the other is bright and delicate, all sighing.

"They."

"It's pathetic."

"We."

"Learn from it."

"For example."

"Keep your eyes open before you get married. Those who are insidious and ruthless, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, cannot marry, and do not greet when sweeping the floor and going out. If you have no emotional foundation and are inconsistent, you can't marry, and being framed by someone is his only tenderness. ”

"Hearing you say that, do you sympathize with Chen Wenyu?"

"Sympathy can't be talked about, it's just a matter of facts. If you don't marry Ye Shijing for the sake of your cold-blooded cousin, I can understand, after all, your cold-blooded cousin loves you. But why did Chen Wenyu escape from marriage for Xue Tian? Xue Er Gongzi has never had a little tenderness for her, and he can't do it. The person who set up the bureau is really a talent, I'm sorry, purely to strengthen the tone. It's obviously unreasonable, but it's hard to grasp. ”

"Miss Qian is smart, and she is the first to analyze it. There's just one thing wrong. ”

"Huh? I want to hear about it! ”

Miss Qian's slightly upturned nose was gently scraped.

"My Ah Yun is not cold-blooded, he is the most gentle and lovely little boy."

(End of chapter)