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On the way back to the house, Bi Yan said calmly: "Madam, do you really want Prince Xu to see the fifth girl?"

Chang Luoyun said: "It doesn't matter whether we can help or not. Although the fifth girl left the Hou Mansion in times of crisis, it is still appropriate to meet her at least."

Bi Yan pouted and said, "Madam, you have the heart of a Bodhisattva?"

"After all, she and I were born from the same father. If she is humiliated, I will not be much better off," Chang Luoyun sighed quietly, "Go find a doctor to see if her illness can be cured. "

"Yes." Although Bi Yan was slightly reluctant, she had no choice but to agree.

-

Now that Chang Luoyun opened his mouth, Xu Youkang had no choice but to go see Chang Luoyao.

In the past, the two people just felt that they had endless things to say. Now that they met, they just didn't know what to say.

Chang Luoyao's eyelashes moistened the moment she saw Xu Youkang. She struggled to sit up from the couch. Although she tried her best to smile brightly, in Xu Youkang's eyes, she felt even more miserable.

Xu Youkang hesitated for a second, then walked to the collapse and reached out to help her up.

She smiled sheepishly and said, "Thank you, Youkang." Then she smoothed the messy hair around her bun with her hands, and laughed at herself, "It's really not easy to see you now."

Xu Youkang seemed unaware and said with a complicated expression, "I didn't know you were sick."

"My illness will never be cured." Chang Luoyao smiled softly and coughed a few more times. She hung her legs under the couch, stretched out her feet and fumbled around to put on her shoes. Just as she was about to stand up, her vision went dark and she almost fell to the ground.

Xu Youkang supported her, but he felt that her whole body was as light as a feather, and her already slender waist was not even tight enough to hold. His eyes dimmed, and he held her still on the couch, "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

Chang Luoyao smiled and shook her head, "I just don't want you to see me lying on the bed in such a mess. Who knew I couldn't get up so quickly?"

Xu Youkang silently picked up a pink shirt from in front of the bed and put it on her. This was originally a bright pink gold-woven gauze dress, which he had seen her wear before, and it was so bright that it made her charming and charming at that time.

Nowadays, this dress is worn out, and the pink color is no longer bright. The gold threads have also been worn and turned yellow, and they are more like small dead branches, attached to the faded clothes, making the clothes look old and shabby.

Chang Luoyao put on this dress and tried to sit upright on the couch.

Her face was thin and pale, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were wandering and trance-like, "Youkang, the reason why I want to see you no matter what, is because I want to tell you that our child was really killed."

Her eyes that had lost their luster were now filled with tears, which rolled down gently as her eyelashes moved, "I know you don't believe it, and I have no evidence to prove it, but before I die, I still want to I’ll tell you again, please believe me.”

She grabbed his hand with both hands, laid her head on his hand, and cried softly.

The warm liquid dripped on the back of his hand, making his heart tremble. He wanted to pull away his hand and let him escape from this place, but she held him tightly, making him feel that if he really tried to break away from her, his slender hand would be broken.

Xu Youkang was in a state of confusion. He looked at Chang Luoyao in front of him with a mixture of heartache, sadness, and anger. After a long time, he slowly regained his composure and sighed: "Yao'er, no matter what, Said, it was you who abandoned me first and abandoned the Hou Mansion——"

When he learned that she left without saying goodbye, he was actually resentful. He didn't believe that he was treating her with all his heart, but at the most critical moment, she rolled up Xinruan and walked away.

Not even a word was left for him.

At that time, he was the eldest son of the uncle's house, and he had to work with his father to prevent the intruders from invading and ensure the safety of the family. But when he was alone, he was sad and resentful. What was sad was that she left him like this. Could it be that all the days of chatting together and the promise that they would accompany her until old age were all just a show of force? Angry, she made him a joke to the entire Cheng'an Bo Mansion and even to Lindu.

Look, Xu Youkang insisted on marrying the woman who came into the family. What happened now? It’s not like they all flew away when disaster struck.

He couldn't find a place to vent his anger, so he could only seal all the sadness and unwillingness in his heart.

Later, she wanted to come back. However, his heart had already cooled down from the suffering day after day. At that time, he suddenly felt relieved.

"It's my fault." Chang Luoyao put away her tears and slowly raised her head, "But if our child hadn't been killed, if you hadn't grown to love me, how could I have left the uncle's house?"

Xu Youkang twitched the corners of his lips, "After all, it's still my fault."

"No."

Tears flashed in Chang Luoyao's eyes, she lowered her head and smiled, "It doesn't matter to me now who is right and who is wrong."

"Youkang -" she raised her head and spoke in a gentle voice, "I just want to tell you that from the beginning to the end, I want to have a good relationship with you. Even though fate plays tricks on us, it ends tragically. , but no matter what, you gave me warmth during my most difficult time.

Anyway, I want to thank you. "

Xu Youkang was in great mourning.

Chang Luoyao didn't seem to notice, she smiled at him, her smile was very dazzling, "Now that my wish has been fulfilled, you can go back!"

He was dazzled by her smile, just like when he first saw her among the peonies many years ago, she smiled gently at him and the two became entangled from then on.

"Yao'er," Xu Youkang said, "I have actually thought about it. The uncle's house is actually not suitable for you. If you are willing, we will buy you a separate courtyard as before, and we will have children in the future. Live life.”

Chang Luoyao smiled and said: "So, you already knew that she killed our child, right?"

Xu Youkang closed his eyes and said nothing.

"I understand." Chang Luoyao said: "Youkang, I understand, please go! I will never have children with you again in this life."

Chengan Bo Mansion.

Mrs. Zhang was wearing a red tulle coat and sitting at the table with her arm resting on her hands, picking at the red candle in boredom. Occasionally, the red candle burst out into a lantern, which instantly lit up and then dimmed a little.

The maid standing nearby said: "Young Madam, the Crown Prince has not come back yet. Do you want to send someone out to look for him?"

"No need." Her slightly plump face was as calm as ever, "Even if he doesn't come back today, there's no need to look for him."

The maid was stunned, but she didn't dare to ask, so she softly answered yes.

Since the man in the courtyard left, the prince has been staying in his wife's room every day, and even the prince's wife has become gentler to the girls who serve them. It has been a long time since the Crown Prince stayed away from home all night without saying where he went.

"Did the doctor really say that Aunt Chang doesn't have a few days left?" After what seemed like a long time, Ms. Zhang asked again leisurely.

"The doctor said that Aunt Chang first suffered from wind and cold and did not receive timely treatment. In addition, after the miscarriage, her body was not well nourished and she suffered from the cold, which gradually damaged her lungs. Now she can be hung with only one breath. It is probably not possible. It’s been a few days.

But this is fine, once Aunt Chang dies, the house will be clean. "

Ms. Zhang rubbed her temples, waved her hand and said, "Go down."

The maidservant knelt down to bless him, and quietly withdrew.

Mrs. Zhang looked at the candle flame in front of her. It was just a candle. No matter how well it burned, it would eventually go out in the morning. She stood up holding the edge of the table, stopped looking at the candle, and went to rest on the couch.