Ling Li's heart shook slightly, and he remembered Qiu Guanghan for some reason. www.biquge.info He gritted his teeth and said, Madame wants to be such a person.

I'm too far behind her. I had only an obsession, but I never really did it. Although she has suffered a lot, I believe that she has no regrets in this life. What about me -- there are so many things I regret.

Like what?

Ling Gongzi, we don't talk about this, in fact, you don't want to send me, I am already very grateful to you for today's events.

Since Mrs. said so, it means that there is still a lot of care for Xiajiazhuang, and why......

The old love is still there, and some responsibilities should be fulfilled. Chen Rongrong said. Ling Gongzi is still young, and he must not be able to fully understand the situation of marriage, and not everything can go as people wish.

I would like to hear about it. Ling Li answered with a smile instead.

Chen Rongrong also seemed to feel a little bit of his scoundrel, frowned, and said, Let's send it here, we'll see you tomorrow!

Ling Li saw her go, and couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart, and he crept quietly and followed away from a distance of dozens of steps.

I saw that Chen Rongrong turned into an inconspicuous bungalow, and when the door opened, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in the house.

Is anyone there? Ling Li was surprised. Could it be that this Mrs. Xia has become another family? Strange that she doesn't want me to send her.

He dodged closer, peeked into the back window of the house, and saw an eight- or nine-year-old child standing on the chair, rubbing his eyes and shouting, "Mother is back!"

Eight or nine-year-old children -- call her mother? Ling Li frowned, and when he looked closely, there was no one else in the room.

Chen Rongrong hugged the child and said, "It's so good, even the dishes have been cleaned!"

The child seemed to smile proudly, but lowered his voice and said, Mom, does it matter if Daddy?

Sharp and stunned. This kid -- could it be Xia Zheng's son? It sounds like he also knows that he is Xia Zheng's son, so how can Xia Zheng not know? How can he let Chen Rongrong suffer in this poor place?

But suddenly I heard the child say, "Mom, there's someone outside the window." Ling Li was stunned, and Chen Rongrong had already turned around.

He had to smile wryly. He was a little distracted, and secondly, he didn't expect this kid to be so keen, and he had to show his body at this moment.

What a great boy. He smiled.

Chen Rongrong saw him, but his face was calm, he only put the child down, and said, since you are here, why don't you go into the cold house and sit for a while?

No--Ling Li was a little embarrassed, just standing still through the window. He knew that if he asked something at this moment, Chen Rongrong would not say it in front of the child, but he had to say, I was reckless and disturbed. So I'll go back first. He turned around as he spoke.

If you want to know what's going on, go back and ask Yifeng. Chen Rongrong shouted coldly. Everything was clear to him.

Ling Li didn't speak, and he didn't look back. He thought to myself, why do I have so many things, why do I suddenly find out about other people's pasts, and how much am I doing?

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The sky is faint, and Chen Rongrong has arrived.

After a night of tidying up, Xiajiazhuang finally cleaned up, and the utensils in the gossip house were being carried away to be reassembled.

Chen Rongrong lowered his head, as if he had something on his mind, and slowly, as if unconsciously, he had approached Xia Zheng's room. The door opened, and a maidservant woman who was on vigil saluted her, and went out, noticing that the maidservant's eyes were slightly strange.

She closed the door, and Xia Zheng had heard it. Chen Rongrong's footsteps may still be too familiar, even after a long time of separation.

Are you alright?" Chen Rongrong sat down and asked.

Much better. Xia Zheng's tone was flat.

Thanks to someone taking care of it. Chen Rongrong's eyes seemed to flash. That little girl, I heard that she is about to enter your side room?

Xia Zheng only smiled slightly. Little girl, who has been with me for a long time. I have to give her a name.

It's good. Chen Rongrong said. Giving birth to a boy and a girl early also saves the need for gossip from all the time.

Xia Zheng was noncommittal. Did you go to school?

Oh, yes. Chen Rongrong said. You asked me last night if you wanted it.

Why should you lie to him? Xia Zheng said. I am obviously his great enemy, I am blind, and you should be happy.

Am I that kind of person? Chen Rongrong stood up. What do you think I'm - that kind of person?

Xia Zheng laughed again. I know you're not.

Chen Rongrong bit his lip, as if he had endured it for a long time before he endured his tears. Okay, let's get down to business -- I still want to persuade you not to go to Huizhou. I'm afraid you can't bear it now.

No way. Xia Zheng's indifferent tone was extremely resolute.

This nephew is not very close to you, even though he is the leader of the Blue Dragon Sect, you are a seriously injured person-

Don't you always say you miss my sister? Xia Zheng said. Now that her son is married, you won't let me go?

...... I mean it well, don't you know?

I knew, but I had to let it down.

So...... Then I will go with you.

......

I haven't met Sister Jing's son, so I'll go with you to meet her, okay?

You...... You stay here and take care of the affairs of the village for me.

I don't live in the village for a long time, so why should I take care of it for you?

Although you and I have been separated for so many years, the relationship between this couple is still unbroken, and you are still a member of my Xia family after all.

Chen Rongrong snorted lightly. Husband and wife? I'm just a concubine.

So what? Back then, if it hadn't happened to you, you would have been in the room.

Chen Rongrong was silent again, for a long time, he said, the past matters, there is no need to mention it again, it was my fault first, no matter what, I will not teach Jun Fang to hate you.

Tuk-tuk. The little maidservant knocked at the door again.

Madame - it's time to change the old man's dressing.

Chen Rongrong sighed softly and let her over. Here you come. I'm leaving.

Tolerance.

How?

Would you like to get me some wine?

You're going to drink?

What's so strange about me drinking?

But that's usual, and now you're ......

If you are blind, it makes no difference whether you drink or not, so why don't you drink?

Chen Rongrong hesitated. Okay, I'll pick it up.

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The wine has arrived, and the medicine has been changed. Xia Zheng sat up on the bed, and the maidservant was rubbing his shoulders.

Rongrong, I ask you. Xia Zhengjiu had not yet been consumed, but his voice was already a little higher.

What the?

A blind Xia Yifeng, will you still be happy in your heart?

The little maid's hand shook slightly, paused for half a beat, and then continued.

Chen Rongrong also seemed to tremble slightly. What does this have to do with being blind or not - what does it have to do with being blind or not?

Originally, I wanted to wait for Ling Li and the two of them to come back to see you first, because - I want to be in the new room, I always have to ask you, right?- but it is not a coincidence that this time I was injured by the poison of the ninja, and from now on, I can't even see what you look like - even what Jun Fang looks like.

Why do you bother to get involved with Jun Fang again, he is not your son, what else do you have to pretend to be generous?

So what kind of generosity do you pretend to be when I want to take another concubine? Xia Zheng smiled.

You...... Chen Rongrong glanced at the little girl. The latter's face was already flushed.

Xia Zheng raised his head and took a sip of wine. You go out first. He said to the little girl.

As if she had been pardoned, the little girl hurriedly saluted and withdrew.

I'm not here to tell you these old things......

That's not a coincidence, but I'm going to say. Xia Zheng said. You and I have been separated for nearly ten years, and sometimes I don't know what it really is—if we have forgiven each other for what happened back then, then, Chen Rongrong, please move back to Xiajiazhuang; if you can't forgive each other, then please allow me to write a letter of resignation—we will never see each other again. Otherwise, it's too unfair to others!

There's no way I'm going to move back, I said it a few years ago. Chen Rongrong said. Jun Fang can't enter Xiajiazhuang, but he can't leave me either, you know!

Do you mean to choose the latter path?

I...... If you had to give me a choice, I would have to do that.

Good...... Xia Zheng nodded. I understand. He raised his glass. Pour me some points.

Chen Rongrong poured another wine for him, only to see him drink it all and raise his hand, so he had to pour it again, and after repeating it for a long time, there was finally no more wine.

She slowly lowered the drinkware. Why do you bother with this?

I'm supposed to ask you. Why do you bother with this? I said I don't mind anything about the king's business, but what is your obsession? Isn't it because you still hate me?

I didn't, how could I ...... Chen Rongrong's voice softened. How have I ever ...... Hate you...... It's just that I was sorry for you back then, how could I have the face to bring Jun Fang to your place in Xiajiazhuang ......?

Both of them were silent for a long time. Long. Long. Xia Zheng suddenly said, Yesterday I was lying on the bed in your gossip room, and I had a vague illusion, as if I was ......

Chen Rong stood up solemnly. Don't say any more!

Do you know what I'm going to say?

Silent.

I don't know, and I don't want to know.

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But she knew, and remembered—and it was because she remembered that she wanted to stop him from saying it.

The gossip house is her abode. Chen Rongrong, who was a teenager, once lived alone in this hut - it was a rare encounter, as a little maid in Xiajiazhuang at that time, it was a rare encounter.

The people in the village naturally knew that the young master, who was also a teenager, doted on her, but this so-called "favor" seemed to be the naivety of some young people, even if they were as precocious as Xia Zheng, they never got rid of that layer of "playmate". So when Xia Ting let the matchmaker enter the house and told Xia Zheng about a family matter, he didn't expect that the girl in the gossip house would be jealous.

When the male was married, Xia Zheng married the daughter of another big family in Lin'an City at the age of eighteen, and overnight, the young man also became a man. He couldn't remember how long it had been—maybe days, maybe decades—or months—before he suddenly realized something was missing. Because Chen Rongrong no longer appears in his life.

It was, he remembered, a sunny, spring morning. He walked in Zhuang Neixin and saw the sunlight shining brightly on Chen Rongrong's room. So he went and knocked on the door. There was another knock on the door. There was another knock on the door - and then, pushing the door in.

Chen Rongrong was wrapped in a quilt with a miserable gray and blue print, and he couldn't even see his head. She knew it was him—but how did he, who was already married, leave her best friend behind so easily? He called her, and she didn't answer, shrugged her shoulders under the covers, and wept prostrately.

What's wrong?" Xia Zheng revealed his usual grinning attitude that only Chen Rongrong would show in front of him. I haven't seen you in days - are you angry?

You know! Chen Rongrong scolded in his heart, but he didn't squeak, just wrapped in the quilt and didn't turn his head.

Don't do this. Xia Zheng coaxed her. I'm not here.

Chen Rongrong felt his hand on his shoulder as if he was flattering, shook it hard, and said, go away!

So fierce?" Xia Zheng laughed. Don't cry, turn around and see what the flowers are on my face?

Don't pay attention to me!" Chen Rongrong said angrily.

When did his temper become so stinky? Chen Rongrong could hear that he was still smiling, not angry—but he had approached her unawares. Let me smell it, is it really that stinky? He reached out and stroked her hair without hesitation.

Such intimate acts are not unprecedented, and even often - since childhood - since childhood - too accustomed to it. But how could it be this time? She wasn't done angry. What for!?" she jerked around and opened his hand.

but forgot about his sniffing nose. She was startled and fell on the bed, and the unconcealed fright for a while made Xia Zheng, who had already known people, lose all his expression. He was slightly stunned at that moment, but he couldn't stabilize himself. He sniffed down along her cheeks, her lips and her neck. He reached into the quilt to do something. Warm, with the most natural aromatic scents. He couldn't hold back. He didn't want to put up with it at all.

Chen Rongrong thought about resisting—and she really resisted. But her body would be soft, especially when Xia Zheng gently sniffed her shoulder blades, and he touched her with his lips, and then from the shoulder blades back to her lips, and then, looking at each other, she panicked, as if she wanted to suck in all the storms with these eyes.

Such a Chen Rongrong, how can he resist, just like such a Xia Zheng, how can she resist.

This originally untrained girl, that heart, is drunk alive. In fact, even Xia Zheng didn't expect that there would be such a possibility between him and her-such a possibility, so that both of them would never want to extricate themselves again. What should be done between husband and wife easily happened in this hut.

I...... I'm so happy. Chen Rongrong's eyes were hung with tears that he didn't know if they were new or Shicai had never wiped away, saying joy, but he still fell into Xia Zheng's arms with trepidation.

Me too. Xia Zheng, who was less than twenty years old, also said the truth softly.

On this day, Xia Zheng asked Xia Ting for Chen Rongrong to come over and take him as a concubine. Everyone knows that Xia Zheng has always doted on her, so it's not surprising. He didn't have to shy away from it, he just had to be like glue with her—so good that even he himself felt too happy.

Chen Rongrong naturally became pregnant soon. Xia Ting, who didn't treat him so well, has also changed his attitude. And Xia Zheng's main room, Mrs. Xia, who is being married by Ming Media, is obviously not so competitive - naturally, this is Xia Zheng's responsibility.

Mrs. Xia was depressed and also suffered from a serious illness, and although she recovered after a few months, her body became weaker and weaker. Xia Zheng felt guilty and always took care of her, but Chen Rongrong's belly was getting bigger day by day, and he was also very nervous, and there were debts on both sides that he couldn't let go.

This son was born and named Xia Jue, the word Jundao. Chen Rongrong's family was originally a Taoist family study, and the word "Jun Dao" was also for her. The family was naturally happy, and even Mrs. Xia, who was quite lost, also loved this child.

Unexpectedly, in March, the child suffered from a strange serious illness, Rao is Xiajiazhuang is already an extremely powerful family in Lin'an, and he visited famous doctors, but he was helpless. When he was desperate, a fortune-telling Taoist priest came to the house, and Chen Rongrong, who was crying and carrying the child back to the village, looked carefully for a long time.

If I say there is a way, will Madam believe it?

Chen Rongrong turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

If the lady is willing to agree, the poor road can be tried, and whether it succeeds or not, it depends on the will of heaven - but it can be regarded as a salvation, and the price must be not small.

If you can save him, I will pay any price!

Okay, please give me a bowl of water first.

Chen Rongrong nodded hurriedly, turned around and ordered someone to come out with a bowl of water, and the Taoist priest drank it all, and slammed the bowl on the ground, and the broken porcelain flew one after another. He picked up the sharp piece and slashed it towards the baby's swollen abdomen.

Chen Rongrong bit his lip and didn't move, only listening to the baby crying, and black blood flowed out of his abdomen. Xia Zheng had already heard the sound and walked out of the village, and couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this, and said, Rongrong!

Chen Rongrong raised his hand and waved it lightly. He can save the king. She said with tears in her eyes. I'm sure I'll be able to save him!

After a while, Xia Jue's bloating had disappeared, and the Taoist priest tore off his shirt and wrapped his wounds, only to see that the child had fallen asleep.

The young master, Mrs. will bring this child back and raise it for a few days. Taoist Dao. If you are good or bad, it is not too late to thank or scold heaven and earth.

The two hugged Xia Jue suspiciously, and then returned to the village. Xia Jue was surprisingly quiet that night, but this young couple was so nervous that they couldn't sleep all night.

On the second day, Xia Jue was able to drink, she no longer cried abnormally, and her complexion returned to normal. The whole village was full of joyful colors, and Xia Zheng asked Chen Rongrong, that Dao chief, should we look for him?

Chen Rongrong's face was worried. He'll be back. She muttered. He hasn't taken his price yet......

What price does he want?

I do not know. Chen Rongrong said. I think - it must not be an ordinary thing.

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Three days later, the fortune teller came. Seeing that Xia Jue was fine, he saluted Xia Zheng and Chen Rongrong and congratulated them.

It's all up to the Taoist. The owner of the village, Xia Tingdao. If the Taoist chief has any use to get our place in Xiajiazhuang, just ask!

The Taoist priest sighed. Those who cultivate the Tao have nothing to want and nothing to want. On that day, I saw that the little boy was dying, and I secretly told him that he should suffer this catastrophe in his life - if this catastrophe could not be passed, it would be a hundred; if he could not die, the little boy could no longer stay with his parents, otherwise he was destined to be doomed to many disasters, not only would he not escape the ups and downs of early death, but also his family would be affected!

Xia Ting's face changed color and said, what do you mean!

It means that only by becoming a monk can the little boy avoid the dangers of fate. It is better for you to never see this child again, or you will harm him and yourself.

You...... Don't talk nonsense!" Xia Zheng said.

The Taoist priest just sighed and said, when did the poor Taoist say nonsense? Believe it or not, it is all between the old man and the young master. The little boy is a monk, and there is no benefit to the poor road, why should the poor road deceive you? )