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Chapter 643 Lu Fang's Marriage with His Royal Wife (7)
Tu Zhaocai vicissitudes of life smiled, but that smile could see the loneliness and exhaustion of the world: "Qin Zheng, although you are now a queen, you must have never known that the word of love, when it is soft enough, can make you laugh." You are tender and affectionate, with endless changes; when it is extremely cold, it can make you sad and cold. Once you fall into this love word, it will be hard to let go. From then on, you will be trapped in it, and you will never be able to extricate yourself , I will be exhausted all my life."

While speaking, so much sorrow and gloom welled up in his eyes, trying to make money, a glass of dirty wine, worthy of drinking, and looking at the woman in front of him dimly: "Why do you lose your soul now, and wander into this small wine shop like me?"

When Qin Zheng first heard the word "love, once let go, it's hard to take it back", it turned out that his whole body was as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and his mind was in a trance. He didn't know where he was, what he was doing, and where he should go .

At this time, Tu Zhaocai asked him again, but he didn't know how to answer in a daze.

Seeing this, Tu Zhaocai took a wine cup and said, "Come, have a drink with me, and together we will eliminate this eternal sorrow."

The turbid wine was poured into the wine cup, and the aroma of the wine spread.

Qin Zheng raised his eyes to look at Tu Zhaocai, who had dim eyes, and withdrew his mind, but shook his head and said, "Don't drink."

Alcohol may relieve sorrow, but it can also make people drunk.

It would be fine if a handsome man was here, but this picture attracts money...

At that moment, Qin Zheng withdrew his hand, took the wine jar beside him, picked it up, got up and left.

While Tu Zhaocai was drinking, the wine jar was snatched by Qin Zheng, and he shouted, "Hey, you..."

But before he could speak, Qin Zheng had disappeared.

As the drizzle slanted, Qin Zheng hugged the wine jar and stepped on the fallen leaves all the way to a mountain forest outside Dunyang City.Due to the autumn rain, there are few people here, only the occasional sound of horseshoes or melodious whips and shouts from the official road in the distance.

Qin Zheng hugged the wine jar and came to a grave. The grave was overgrown with weeds and submerged a stretch of loess. Only the tombstone erected in the overgrown grass showed the identity of the person buried here.

Qin Zheng ignored the coldness of the desolate grass in the autumn rain, sat there by himself, raised his neck and took a sip of wine, and said in the drunkenness: "Father, A Nuo came to see you."

The autumn wind was blowing slightly, and the drizzle was hazy, but the loving person in the past would never respond to her again.

Qin Zheng swallowed a sip of wine, tasted the bitterness in his throat, smiled lightly, and said, "Father, you know, I found my mother, but she disappeared again."

She lowered her head and said desolately: "She never came to see you at the grave, so she just disappeared."

Raising her slender neck, she let the drizzle gently sweep over her cheeks and drip onto her eyelids. She savored the lonely coldness and said with a light smile, "I think that He Xiao loves her very much in her heart." , Dad, you also know it when you think about it, right?"

She gulped down a few gulps of wine, and at the end, wiped the corners of her lips, and simply lay on her back among the half-withered grass, staring at the gray sky with wide eyes, she said in a daze, "Are you in the sky?" , you must see all this in your eyes."

He drank another sip of wine, but was choked inadvertently.

She coughed violently, so that the corners of her eyes seemed to be moistened.

She continued to drink the turbid wine in a daze, letting the potency of the wine spread through her limbs, and after a long time, she closed her eyes dejectedly.

The grass is bleak and cold, but it wraps her all around, and she lies there, but it seems that she has returned to her childhood, so painful in her father's arms.

For Qin Zheng when she was young, she had no mother, and her father was her heaven and everything to her.

When she was a child, Qin Zheng never asked where her mother was, because she knew that if she did, her father's eyes would be stained with deep sadness, and then he would sigh.

(End of this chapter)