The Seventh Bride of President

Qin Wuyan's Adam's apple rolled, rushed over and held Zhuang Xiaoyu firmly: "Xiaoyu, it's not what you think..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu let him hold him and suddenly cried: "Qin Wuyan, my father is dying. I have nothing. When will you hide me?

I know everything. I already know everything.

You lied to me so miserably! "

Qin was speechless and incoherent: "listen to me, Xiao Yu, it's not what you think. Those gossip women in the house like to arrange right and wrong most. Don't trust those people..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu suddenly pushed Qin Wuyan away, opened the drawer, pulled out a picture scroll from inside, and spread it out in front of Qin Wuyan: "tell me, who is this man?"

Qin Wuyan: "

Zhuang Xiaoyu said with tears in her eyes, "my painting has always been bad. It took me a long time to draw this painting. It's so vivid, but you can't recognize anyone who knows this person?"

Qin Wuyan's newly poured defense line completely collapsed.

Zhuang Xiaoyu threw the scroll on the ground: "do you think I don't know if I find someone to impersonate Yan Qing in the trial?

If you and Zhuang Qingyun don't have ghosts in mind, why do you deceive me with one lie after another?

Qin Wuyan, how many lives do you have in your hands? "

Qin Wuyan was silent.

Zhuang Xiaoyu threw himself out: "my brother is sorry for you. Now everything that should be returned to you has been returned to you. Qin Wuyan, let's break it off."

Qin Wuyan didn't know how he got out of the bedroom. Standing in the sunset, he just felt that his eyes were shaking badly and he couldn't stand stably. Finally, his eyes were black and he lost consciousness

No one dares to avoid Zi Tang for Zhuang Xiaoyu. Zhuang Xiaoyu moves to the front yard, lives in Zhuang huaisen's bedroom and waits on Zhuang huaisen.

Zhuang huaisen is sometimes sober and will tell Zhuang Xiaoyu a few words. Sometimes he is confused and keeps calling Zhuang Xiaoyu's name in his mouth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Zhuang huaisen, whose face was gray and blue on the bed. When he was afflicted by illness and had no human shape, his eyes were numb.

No one expected that Zhuang huaisen held on for a month before grasping Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand and choking in all kinds of reluctance and nostalgia.

Before swallowing, he had no medicine and could not eat anything. Zhuang Xiaoyu could only feed him some rice soup and was vomited out by him.

Zhuang huaisen couldn't swallow, and finally starved himself to death.

It's really sad that a generation of high priests, with great power, should end up like this in the end.

The funeral was very grand. Zhuang Xiaoyu, dressed in white filial piety clothes, knelt in front of the hall and looked at the power holders of the aristocratic family in twos and threes, with dim eyes.

No one came to the Min family. I heard the nurse say that she was stopped outside by Qin Wuyan.

Zhuang Xiaoyu threw the paper money into the basin and watched the paper money turn into ashes. The black ash flew up again and dispersed into the sky. Finally, it fell on her filial piety dress

The nursing mother twisted the food box and saw from a distance that a group of talents had just come out of the mourning hall and met Zhuang Qingyun. She immediately changed her expression and smiled like a flower. She arched her hands at Zhuang Qingyun and smiled: "Congratulations, I'm going to prepare for the high priest's accession to the throne soon. Young master Qingyun is busy."

Zhuang Qingyun's lips were filled with a warm smile like water and reminded: "it's too early for you to speak. The dead are respected, and the dead are respected!"

People thought of Zhuang Xiaoyu kneeling in the mourning hall, and then they shut up.