When Wang Xian appeared in front of Wang Ziliang covered in mud, Wang Ziliang frowned and asked, "What did you do?"

Wang Xian wiped his face with his sleeve, but he didn't know that there was also mud on his sleeve, and he couldn't wipe it clean at all. She smiled, "I just went out to play and fell down." ”

"Go wash it. ”

"Yes!"

Wang Xian ran back to the house with a grin, and his expression gradually became stunned when he could turn around.

Wang Ziliang returned to the study, pulled out an ancient book from the shelf, and was turning the first page, when a fishy sweetness welled up in the depths of his throat. It was dark in front of him, and when Wang Ziliang opened his eyes in a trance, all the ancient books were full of thick blood. Wang Ziliang raised his hand heavily and wiped it at the corner of his mouth, and after making sure that the bright red was pouring out of his mouth, his expression darkened.

The Wu clan can spy on other people's lives, and as a price, those who spy on the fate of others are mandated by heaven.

What is the Mandate of Heaven, the fate of which only God knows, is called the Mandate of Heaven.

The vast majority of the Wu clan are destiny, they can spy on the life and death of others, but their own road ahead is to go step by step, maybe they will fall down at any time, and they have no defense at all. This can be said to be the sorrow of the Wu people, and it can be regarded as the price.

There are countless hexagrams that have been calculated by Wang Ziliang, and he is a typical destiny. But when this day came unprepared, Wang Ziliang, who had been light and cloudy for half his life, was also a little desolate.

Calmly and slowly wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, Wang Ziliang closed the bloodstained ancient books and put them back on the shelf. He turned around slowly, with a somewhat miserable look, and the wind rushing in from the window just hit his face - Mr. Wang Ziliangwang, who had straightened his waist for half his life and was elegant and calm, was caressed down by a gust of wind at this moment and fell heavily to the ground.

The team entered and exited Wang Ziliang's room, and Wang Xian was blocked at the door and was not allowed to enter.

Wang Xian watched these imperial doctors enter with nervous expressions, and then came out helplessly shaking his head. The witch doctor went in with a solemn expression, and then came out with some heartache.

Anyway, each one is stretched.

Wang Xian sat on the cold steps in front of the door of Wang Ziliang's room, sitting from dawn to dark, the crowd came and went, but none of them brought good news.

In the middle of the night, the last few royal doctors and witch doctors were discussing something. Wang Xian occasionally looked back at the way they were talking, as if the words were saying that Wang Ziliang was going to die. Thinking like this, Wang Xian buried his head in his knees and began to cry.

Her life has gradually changed, and it shouldn't have been like this.

Just as she was crying heartbreakingly, a hand was placed on her shoulder. Wang Xian subconsciously thought that it was Wang Ziliang, and looked back sharply, it was Wang Ziliang's most powerful subordinate - three sends. Wang Xian couldn't help but scold himself, Wang Ziliang was like that, how could he still have the strength to control her?

Sansheng squatted down worriedly, with a somewhat imperceptible reluctance, "Second Miss, it's late at night, let's go back first." If the gentleman wakes up, the little one will immediately inform you. ”

"What's wrong with him, Dad, he was still talking to me this morning, I fell into the mud, and he was still a little annoyed...... That's all he did......" Wang Xian cried as he spoke.

"Second Miss, although Mr. is in a coma, he is probably still somewhat conscious. If I hear your cry, I'm afraid it's even worse. ”

Hearing this, Wang Xian hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth.

The three sent Wang Xian back to his room. After Wang Xian went back, he ignored the florist. The flower master knew that she was sad, so he silently poured tea and served her water. For a while, the flower master was pouring tea, and suddenly heard a strange sound behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Wang Xian throwing out all the clothes in the big cabinet in the room.

"Miss, Miss, what are you going to do?" the flower master hurriedly stepped forward to pull Wang Xian.

Wang Xian cried and threw away his clothes, and he didn't listen to anyone's advice, like a child with a temper. The flower master wanted to hold her, and she even drove the flower master out.

Finally, the clothes in the cabinet were lost, Wang Xian cried and hid in the cabinet, and closed the cabinet door heavily.

The flower master heard the movement in the room outside the door, and boldly pushed the door open, and found that Wang Xian was gone, and there was a hidden cry from the cabinet.

The flower master couldn't help crying, presumably the second lady was crying silently inside.

There was no light around, and Wang Xian bit his wrist and sobbed. Never since she grew up had cried so miserably. She was scared now, one second she felt that her world had slow-moving clouds and brilliant flowers, and now she felt that she had been pushed against a cliff, and she couldn't withstand a little wave, otherwise she would never recover.

Usually she behaves impatiently with Wang Ziliang everywhere and wants to oppose him everywhere, but her heart is like a mirror - if there is a person in this world who is the best for herself, Wang Ziliang has absolutely no intention. Because he is the father who brought himself up!

Today is the day that Wang Xian will remember until his death. If Dongli pushed her off the cliff, then Wang Ziliang's fall was the last heavy stone that shattered her bones.