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Chapter 597 Chu Qiang
As Chu Xiang got older, his health was not getting better, and he couldn't do without the imperial physician every day.Even Xie Yao ran to Chu Xiang's mansion a lot more diligently.

When Chu Qiang went, the housekeeper was startled and hurriedly coughed several times. There was a commotion in Chu Xiang's room, and Chu Qiang stared, bypassing the housekeeper and rushing in.

Chu Xiang didn't have time to stuff the roast duck under the bed with a butt exposed, but Chu Xiang lay on the bed like an old child, grabbed a shoe and threw it at him: "A worthless thing!! The rules!! Lao Tzu taught me Have you learned all the rules from the dog's stomach?"

Today's Chu Xiang, compared to before, has a bigger temper than before, but the only thing that remains the same is his love for Chu Qiang, and his eyes are full of pampering.

Chu Qiang rubbed his nose, walked over helplessly, took out the roast duck hidden under the bed, and said earnestly, "Grandpa, you can't eat these things..."

"You can't eat this, and you can't eat that!! I eat like pig food every day, what's the point of living!!"

In fact, Chu Qiang was also very heartbroken, which was why she ran to Chu Xiang's mansion every day.

Although Chu Qiang looked down on life and death, it didn't mean that she could accept the departure of her dearest person in this world.

Since she traveled through time, the first person who has always loved her the most and tolerated her is Chu Xiang.

Chu Qiang didn't make any fuss, just went over to smooth the old man's hair, "Grandpa, the doctor said these things are too greasy, eating them is not good for your health."

"Fart!! Those quack doctors!! Don't think that I don't know that they can't even solve their own hypocrisy, and they want to interfere with my food!!"

Isn't it just a few pieces of meat missing from eating every day?
Isn't it just drinking some valuable medicine every day?

How could it be the same as what those imperial physicians did to you...

Chu Qiang took a deep breath, and really wanted to seriously remind his grandfather, this, life is precious, and eating meat is nothing!

But seeing Chu Xiang's aggrieved eyes, Chu Qiang couldn't say anything more.

"grandfather······"

"Okay, worthless thing, I just want to eat some meat? As for being so nervous that it looks like a war? I have an old bone, and I have to starve to death before I die of illness."

Although he complained so much, after Chu Xiang finished speaking, his eyes dimmed a bit,
"Girl, my body, I know well, live when you should live, and die well when you should die. The only regret is that I can no longer watch you grow old, girl, but it's okay, nothing more than She's an old girl, so don't worry about it."

After Chu Xiang finished speaking, he suddenly covered his lips and coughed violently. The cough was heart-rending, as if he wanted to cough up all his internal organs.

And Chu Qiang, with red eyes, hurried over to pat Chu Xiang on the back, so that he could feel as comfortable as possible.

There has never been a moment like this when Chu Qiang felt that he had no ability to alleviate the pain of those who loved him. Such a sense of powerlessness weighed heavily on Chu Qiang's heart. There were too many words in his heart, but at this moment he didn't know what to do. Open your mouth.

At this time, Mu Zexi suddenly walked in with a bowl of soup and medicine, seeing that Chu Xiang was coughing, his eyes were filled with anxiety, and he walked over quickly, "Go and invite Xie Yao."

Someone in the dark retreated immediately.

Chu Xiang slowed down, and his complexion was much worse than before. Looking at Mu Zexi, he suddenly smiled, "I'm afraid that after going there, the ancestor emperor will come to me and cry, his grandson, Serving me with soup and medicine."

Although it was a joke, it expressed the emotion in my heart.

Mu Zexi is not the one who cares about everyone, but the one who cares about Chu Qiang.Hearing this, Mu Zexi just blushed, and then took the soup on the side, "I went to the back kitchen just now, and you always ask people to add sucrose to the medicine. Three meals a day, does it have to become five? Are you honest?"

The picture is harmonious, Chu Xiang has gray hair, beard slightly turned up, Mu Zexi's handsome face, one old and one young, obviously Chu Xiang is older, but Mu Zexi seems to be a disobedient child, his words are full of gentle.

Chu Xiang pursed his lips, and suddenly a chestnut hit Chu Qiang's head, and said angrily: "It's not that this worthless thing is stupid, the medicine can't be boiled, but the kitchen can cook some for me. Hmph!!"

Chu Qiang, who was exposed, looked aggrieved, and served the decoction herself, which was what she should do as a granddaughter to be filial to Chu Xiang, but Mu Zexi thought of her repeated acts of arson, and ran to boil the medicine without saying a word.

Chu Xiang drank the medicine with a bitter face, frowned, and said pitifully, "The medicine prescribed by the Xie family boy is really much better than those prescribed by those quack doctors."

Chu Qiang: Nonsense!Otherwise, what is the business called?Didn't you smash your own signboard?
But seeing that Chu Xiang's face got better, he couldn't help swallowing these words again, sat on the bedside, and made a fuss for Chu Xiang to tell a story.

When people are old, they like to talk about those things that have never been talked about.

Chu Xiang began to say from Chu Qiang's birth, three sentences were inseparable from each other, but they were full of love.Chu Xiang lay beside Chu Xiang's bed, listening quietly.

And Mu Zexi sat at the side, pouring a glass of water for Chu Xiang from time to time, quietly listening to this brilliant old man talking about his granddaughter, his eyes mottled with tears.

At this moment, time seemed to stop, wrapping the three of them inside.

It wasn't until sunset and the sky was getting dark that Chu Qiang put the Sifang Inkstone on the bedside, and returned home with Mu Zexi himself.

The streets of the capital city are more bustling at night.

As passersby passed by on both sides, Mu Zexi held Chu Qiang by his side to prevent her from being bumped into.

Such a posture attracted many people's attention, but Mu Zexi just looked around Chu Qiang quietly as if he didn't see it.

"Mu Zexi, after death, will there be an afterlife?"

This question, from Chu Qiang's mouth, is actually a bit ridiculous.

Didn't she just take advantage of it and live an extra life?

Mu Zexi nodded and said softly, "No matter in this life or the next, you just need to know that I, or Prime Minister Chu, hope you are safe and happy."

Chu Qiang paused when he stepped forward, and suddenly turned his head to look at Mu Zexi, "If it's not you who will accompany me in the next life?"

Mu Zexi smiled lightly, turned around and said in a low voice, "If he spoils you like I do, I can watch you from afar and see your different afterlife. If he treats you badly, I will replace him."

A different afterlife?

However, this life is also Chu Qiang's afterlife.

Chu Qiang's nose suddenly became sour. After suffering from Chu Xiang's mansion until now, he was finally able to cry comfortably.

"Mu Zexi, why don't you play your cards according to the routine? Shouldn't your answer at this time be that you want to be with me in the next life?"

Isn't that how it's done in romance dramas?

Mu Zexi smiled wryly, "Then, you ask again?"

Chu Qiang rolled his eyes tearfully, and hummed twice, "You liar."

Mu Zexi smiled silently, and took Chu Qiang into his arms.He knew she just wanted to vent the depression in her heart.

No one knows better than him what Chu Xiang means to her.

Time is a thing, when it is wasted, it seems to be limping, slowly.But once you ignore it, it will run away, wishing to exhaust you.

Chu Qiang still went to Chu Xiang's residence every morning and returned late at night.

This day was still the morning when Chu Qiang and Mu Zexi both came, and Prince Mu honestly went to boil the medicine.

Chu Xiang is in good health today, he can already change clothes, get out of bed and walk around.

When Chu Qiang left, Chu Xiang was practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Chu Qiang, he suddenly grinned and waved to Chu Qiang, "Come here, Qiang, grandpa will teach you how to write."

This tone is like treating a child, pampering him boundlessly.

Chu Qiang chuckled, touched his nose, "Writing is something that literati do, let me do it, isn't it humiliating?"

In the early days, Prime Minister Chu always disliked Chu Qiang who was always making troubles and fighting all day long, but Chu Qiang also remembered this, so whenever he mentioned these written documents, Chu Qiang would get a headache.

But seeing that Chu Xiang was full of interest, Chu Qiang naturally followed Chu Qiang, and sat obediently beside Chu Xiang, watching Chu Xiang dip his ink and pick up his pen.

"Qiuer, what grandpa likes most is your disposition, which is pure and unpretentious. You didn't learn anything from what grandpa taught you when you were young, and you learned it smoothly if grandpa didn't teach you. Do you remember when you were young, Grandpa hugged you to practice calligraphy and asked you to write your own name, but you were lucky enough to write Wang Ba..."

While writing, Chu Xiang rambled on, talking about trivial matters from the past.

Even though Chu Qiang has listened to it many times, he still feels tireless.

At this time, Chu Qiang was studying ink honestly at the side, sneaking glances at Chu Xiang who was concentrating on shoes and storytelling from time to time.

After a long time, Chu Xiang wrote Chu Qiang on a sheet of rice paper.

Just two words.

Chu Qiang stared blankly at Chu Qiang who was full of paper, his eyes were hot, and tears were already streaming down his face.

"Grandpa has written countless characters in his life, but this character Chu Qiang is the best."

Chu Xiang handed the pen to Chu Qiang, with a gentle smile in his eyes.

Chu Qiang wiped away tears and took the pen, "Grandpa can write anything."

Chu Xiang smiled, his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The study room is filled with the aroma of a thousand-year-old ink.

Chu Qiang was sitting behind the table, and Chu Xiang was sitting on the side with his body propped up, holding Chu Qiang's hand, as if he was teaching beginners how to write, teaching them seriously.

The faint smile on the corner of the mouth is as loving as the spring breeze in March, warming people's hearts.

Following Chu Xiang's strength, Chu Qiang wrote his names one after another on the rice paper.

Time dies and forgets them, lingering alone.

Suddenly, Chu Xiang let go of his hand, and it fell on the table with a thud.

Chu Qiang paused when he dropped the pen, his whole body froze, and tears fell on the table.

Fainted away the handwriting she had drawn, the pen in her hand fell on the table in response.

Chu Qiang turned his head slowly, and Chu Xiang beside him lowered his head, with a faint smile on his mouth, he had already lost his breath.

Chu Qiang thought about many kinds of parting before, but parting from life and death was the first time.

Chu Qiang's throat seemed to be suffocated, and he couldn't go up or down, and the tears in the corners of his eyes fell down as if he was desperate.

After a long time, Chu Qiang finally picked up the pen on the table and finished writing Chu Qiang's characters.

The moment he put down the pen, he couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and hugged Chu Xiang, and started to cry.

In this world, people who smile at you do not necessarily wish you well.

Those who speak ill of you may not be malicious.

The two characters Chu Qiang on this piece of paper contained the unfinished instructions of Prime Minister Chu, and his reluctance and worry for Chu Qiang.

The scene in front of me became more and more blurred, until I lost consciousness, and the tears kept falling...

(End of this chapter)