Marriage Princess: The Alluring Concubine of the Evil Emperor

Chapter 345 Qinghe's Past

Qinghe led Xuan'er and followed Wang to the old man's house.

The old man had already got up and sat on the grand teacher's chair, with an extremely solemn expression.

A black satin gown embroidered with silver and embroidered fish and insects was loosely draped over his body. His face was old and thin, and his eyes seemed to be much shrewder.

He was holding a snuff bottle in his hand, and he was just holding it casually. There was nothing in the snuff bottle, as if he wanted to weigh something in order to let his heart settle down.

When Qinghe entered the door, he raised his head, the afternoon sun came in through the door and couldn't reach his face, Qinghe stood in the bright spot to look at him, his face was even more blurred.

Qinghe's eyes suddenly blurred, and the speed of the rising fog caught her off guard. She thought that she could control her emotions well.

But after all, he overestimated his emotional intelligence.

Xuan'er ran in quickly, hugged the old man's thigh, and rubbed his face against the back of the old man's hand, "Grandpa, they all said you don't want to see me, I feel really bad, thinking that grandpa doesn't want me anymore."

The old man put his hands on Xuan'er's face, and he didn't know how uncomfortable he was when he heard the words of the great-grandson. He lost his temper just now and said he couldn't see him, but only he knew how much he missed this ball of glutinous rice Son.

"No, the Grandfather wants to see Xuan'er so much. No, he sent someone to find Xuan'er." The old man said, with a trembling at the end. He stretched out his hand to hug Xuan'er, but he felt that he couldn't use any strength. She couldn't help but looked at him dejectedly, and said sadly, "My grandfather is too old to hold Xuan'er."

"It's Xuan'er who has grown up." Xuan'er is very sensible, he took the old man's hand and squeezed his stomach, "Pinch and see, Xuan'er is getting fat now."

"It's better to be fatter, it's better to be fatter, and you'll look good when you're fat." The old man kept saying, staring at Xuan'er's face unsatisfactorily.

Qinghe stood at the door, his footsteps seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't move, but his head was so vain that his consciousness seemed to float away. I remember that at this time last year, my grandfather was walking around with Xuan'er on his back, teaching him in the garden. Xuan'er practices swords, rides horses and shoots.

But in just a few months, my grandfather has aged too much.

Wang's eyes were wet, and she turned her head to look at Qinghe, seeing that her eyes were dull, and there was an indescribable sadness in her eyes, and she asked in her heart, "Princess, are you feeling well?"

Qinghe looked at Wang, but his heart was still in sharp pain, and the sadness on his face flooded again and again, and he couldn't stop it at all.

She supported the door and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm a little dizzy."

"Is it too stuffy in this room?" Wang asked.

Qinghe shook his head, "It's much better." But his face was still pale.

She took a step forward and said: "Xuan'er, you go out first, your grandfather and I have something to talk about."

Seeing his grandfather's aging appearance, Qinghe decided not to hide him anymore.

Whether it is a blessing or a curse, let God decide. She really has no choice but to watch her grandfather fall ill because of her.

Wang's expression was shocked, and she hurriedly said: "Xuan'er, the third wife is going out with you."

Xuan'er turned her head and glanced at Qinghe, as if she knew what Qinghe was going to do, she gave her an encouraging look.

Qinghe didn't tell Xuan'er the purpose of going out of the palace this time, but mother and child are connected, and Xuan'er is very sensible, so he guessed Qinghe's intentions.

People in the world always say that children cannot hide secrets, but Xuan'er never told anyone about Qinghe.

After Wang took Xuan'er out, she didn't go far, but eavesdropped at the door.

Xuan'er pulled her clothes and said softly: "Third wife, it's impolite to eavesdrop on someone's conversation."

Mrs. Wang smiled awkwardly, "Hush, the third wife just listen to a few words."

Xuan'er sat on the stone steps, resting her chin on her hands, and ignored Wang's.

Qinghe knew that Mrs. Wang was outside the door, and she knew that her aunt had already become suspicious, and if she wanted to confess to her grandfather, she would definitely not be able to hide it from her, so she simply opened the door, "Come in."

Wang sneered, "Hehe, I just want to wait outside the door to see what the princess has to say."

Qinghe looked outside and said to Xuan'er: "Xuan'er, sit still and don't move."

"Got it!" Xuan'er said.

Qinghe closed the door, and walked to the table. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake she made had already been taken out. She picked up a piece with chopsticks, put it in a bowl, and sent it to the old man, "Eat it, does it look delicious?"

The old man took the bowl tremblingly, picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and put it in his mouth. After taking a bite, he stopped moving.

Wang looked at him blankly and asked, "Father, what's the matter?"

The old man chewed slowly, keeping his eyes on Qinghe. After swallowing all the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he said in a hoarse voice, "The sweetness is moderate, the same as the one I made before."

Tears welled up in Qinghe's eyes, and he choked up and asked, "Is that delicious?"

"Eat, eat!" The old man handed her the bowl, and watched her turn around to grab the sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

"Just eat three pieces." Qinghe put another two pieces in the bowl, then turned to him and said.

As if struck by lightning, Mrs. Wang stood there fixedly, tears also fell down suddenly, "You..."

Qinghe said: "Don't talk about it, listen to me, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Wang said vaguely, and sat down slowly while supporting the table.

Qinghe sat in front of the old man, reaching out to hold his hand, his hand was already very old, wrinkled and pitifully thin.

Qinghe held back his tears, and said: "Some things, I can't tell, and I can't let too many people know, and I can't tell the mystery, but you just know who I am, the more people know my identity, I will live less chance."

This is Cai Lingjiao's strategy, only in this way, the old man will not impulsively investigate the cause of her death, otherwise, she will not be able to hide it.

"My God, my God..." Wang murmured, "It's really you? You are Qing..."

Qinghe raised his finger between his lips, and warned: "You can't tell the truth, otherwise, you will never see me again."

Ms. Wang was so frightened that she stopped talking hastily. She is a woman and Taoist family, and she most believes in the saying that the secrets of heaven should not be revealed.

Qinghe was already dead, but he was able to be resurrected on other people. It can be seen that it must be the mercy of the heavens. Such strange things cannot be publicized, otherwise, it will be leaking the secrets of the heavens, and will be punished by the heavens.

The old man looked at her suspiciously, maybe he believed it just now, but when he calmed down, he found it unbelievable and impossible.He had heard too much about ghosts, but he had never seen them with his own eyes, so he didn't dare to believe them.

Then he ordered Mrs. Wang to fetch the Four Treasures of the Study, and he asked Qinghe to write a letter on the spot.

No matter how this person changes, his writing habits will not change. Especially, he heard that Princess Yili had never been favored by the emperor before, and she didn't even read much, so she didn't understand literature, so he used this to test Qinghe.

"You use the lamp as the topic to write an article about my past with Qinghe." The old man said.

Just looking at the writing style can't explain anything, but not many people know the past between Qinghe and him.

Especially, a princess who is in the deep palace cannot be known.

(End of this chapter)