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Chapter 895 How can he face the decades without her alone?

Four years later.

The little prince back then is now the prince of Donglin, and he is six years old.

Six-year-old children know a lot, and Shangguan Yan happens to be the precocious one.

He saw his father standing in the hall again looking at the painting hanging on the wall, which depicts the father and the queen—it is said that the father and the mother jointly wrote the pen.

Very beautiful painting.

Father often recolors carefully, so now I don't know how many thoughts have passed, and the colors are still bright and beautiful.

It's a pity that all his memories about his mother are limited to this painting and Aunt Ping Xia's occasional narration. His father never told him about his mother, but once when his father was drunk, he accidentally heard his father mumbling Talking to himself, reading the words "Lu Qingqing".

When sober, not only the father himself, but even others dare not mention anything about the queen mother in front of the father.

Shangguan Yan blinked, and walked over lightly, "Father."

Behind him came a steady yet immature voice, Shangguan Jinglan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned around slowly.

"Yan'er."

Now that Nian Nian has grown up, no one calls him by his baby name anymore.

Shangguan Jinglan asked as usual, "Have you done your homework?"

Shangguan Yan nodded, "Yes, father, the Taifu still praised me for doing my homework well."

"kindness."

A monosyllabic word was dropped in a low voice, and the man looked away and walked away slowly.

Shangguan Yan immediately turned around and chased after him, but he stopped after only half a step, because he was probably used to this way of getting along—it was impossible for his father to praise him, even if he had shown extraordinary talent since he was studying. endowed state.

When Shangguan Jinglan walked out of the gate of Fengyang Palace, the glaring sunlight penetrated from the outside and fell on his face, causing his long and narrow phoenix eyes to narrow involuntarily, sniffing the faint fragrance in the air, but the man's face was enveloped With a light and lonely shadow.

The smell that belongs to her in Fengyang Palace is dissipating bit by bit, it seems that every other day it will be less.

He was actually very afraid, afraid that one day there would be no trace of her life.

In just over four years, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he felt like years all day long.

How can he face the decades without her alone?

Lu Qingqing.

Shangguan Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, that painting is the only thing left with her deepest imprint, other things, whether it is the objects she used or the clothes she wore, seem to belong to her breath. Gradually dissipated cleanly.

Even though he never let others move around, the smell that should fade still faded uncontrollably.

Like quicksand between your fingers—the tighter you grasp, the faster it will disappear.

So he tried his best to keep the painting in its original form. He still remembered that she was drawing his human figure while he was painting her. After working together to complete the painting, she had a beautiful and charming smile.

Ever since his memory came back—someone from Xiliang sent medicine over that day, Feng Quanqing was indeed worthy of the title of a miracle doctor. It seemed that except for not rescuing Lu Qingqing, all other intractable diseases could be cured , including amnesia, which is too ill to be cured.

Since then, he can think of many, many memories about the past every day, the unique beauty between him and Lu Qingqing.

In fact, the memory recovery, for him, he didn't know whether it was a gift or a torture.

(End of this chapter)