The Seventh Bride of President

The suckling mother couldn't listen anymore. "Miss, these people are just hearsay, making rumors and causing trouble. Don't pay attention. Let's go."

Zhuang Xiaoyu put down the curtain and said in a low voice, "let's go."

He asked the escort driving the car, "do you know the Zhuangzi in the suburbs?"

The guard shook his head: "I don't know. His humble position is to protect the safety of the high priest. I don't know anything else."

Zhuang Xiaoyu said again, "when you are on duty, send someone to find Chuang Tzu and see if what these people say is true."

Since ancient times, there has been no wind in the hole. Such remarks must not be made overnight. If the body is not afraid of the shadow, it can stand the investigation. “

The guard said, "yes."

After returning to the priest's house, Zhuang Xiaoyu went to see Zhuang huaisen. Zhuang huaisen was sitting in a wheelchair, dazed at the gloomy sky. He didn't know whether he was missing the glory of the past or depressed now.

Zhuang Xiaoyu went into the bedroom, closed the door and whispered to him, "Dad."

Zhuang huaisen didn't even move.

Zhuang Xiaoyu stood for a long time, and her ankle hurt again. She limped over, pushed Zhuang huaisen to the table, poured two cups of tea, twisted a cake and fed it to Zhuang huaisen's mouth: "Dad, I'll spend the Lantern Festival with you today.

When you were a high priest, you were busy praying for the people and worshipping heaven and earth. You never ate Yuanxiao with me... "

Just then, the knock on the door rang out. Zhuang Xiaoyu stood up and limped to the door. She saw the nursing mother carrying two bowls of Osmanthus Lantern Festival: "Miss, I brought the Lantern Festival directly after it was cooked in the kitchen."

"Give me a bowl of broken jade, and you can have some." Zhuang Xiaoyu took the plate. "I don't need to serve here. You can help yourself."

After the nurse left, Zhuang Xiaoyu brought the lantern back to the table, picked up a bowl, scooped up a lantern and fed it to Zhuang huaisen's lips: "Dad, have some."

Zhuang huaisen just stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu and his eyes moved from her forced smiling face to her lame leg.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at his leg: "when looking for brother, he fell off his horse and sprained his foot, but it's almost good. It's not in the way."

Zhuang huaisen opened his mouth and ate a grain of yuanxiao.

Zhuang Xiaoyu put the bowl on the table, picked up Zhuang huaisen's finger and taught him to hold the spoon: "Dad, you just can't move your other hand, but your hand is good. You should learn to eat by yourself. In the future, even if I'm not with you, you won't be hungry."

Zhuang huaisen shook his hands. According to Zhuang Xiaoyu's instruction, he held a porcelain white spoon, scooped a dumpling and sent it to his mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes suddenly turned red. "Dad, when I was young, you taught me to eat like this."

Zhuang huaisen still sent Yuanxiao to his mouth one by one, indifferent to his daughter's sobs.

Zhuang Xiaoyu held Zhuang huaisen's cold hand that couldn't move and said in a dumb voice, "Dad, brother is gone!"

Zhuang huaisen paused his fingers and still held the white porcelain spoon.

Zhuang Xiaoyu said again, "I personally stared at the people in the house and buried him!"

The spoon in Zhuang huaisen's hand fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and the porcelain pieces scattered.

"He was abused, beyond recognition, and was relieved when he died." Zhuang Xiaoyu's tears rolled down: "you don't have to always expect him to come back and inherit the position of high priest. Dad, recognize the reality. This priest's house is not our priest's house for a long time.

Now I'm the only one who depends on you. If you die, I can't live. "