The princes are waiting at the palace gate and want to send their sister to get married together.

Yuwenhao was wearing a red prince's court robe and a crown on his head. His face was a little haggard and tired, and the emotions in his eyes were also complicated.

The female family members stopped sending them away, and the prince sent the sedan chair out of the palace. Several princes took tall horses, and the guard of honor opened the way, heading towards the cold house in a mighty manner.

She saw Yu Wenhao walking out about ten meters on his horse, and suddenly turned around, and looked at the layers of glazed tiles on the palace with sad expression, and finally fell on Yuan Qingling's face. He seemed to be saying something, but in the end, he didn't say anything and turned around and rode away.

The weather is very good, the sun is shining, the wind blows very warm, and the spring feels as if the cold has disappeared from the world.

The sun shadow casts down from the gaps between the tall locust trees, reflecting the mottled vermilion palace wall. This palace wall has seen people's hearts and stands firm.

Yuan Qingling walked back to the palace alone. Just now, Lao Wu's farewell glanced at the couple, and she knew what he meant.

Today, Yu Wenling got married, and the happiest person should actually be the virtuous concubine in Qingyu Palace.

But she was dead and could not see this scene again.

Yuan Qingling returned to Qingyu Palace.

Gu Si ordered people to guard here, without burning incense, burning paper, and no one was watching inside. The body of Concubine Xian was placed quietly on the bed.

The weather was cold. Although the body had been left for seven or eight days, it did not rot on a large scale and had a stinking smell. However, when she came in, she opened the windows on all sides and the smell dissipated quickly, which was fine.

The back of the hand showed a light green rot spot, which seemed to be swollen and rotten in a few days.

A charcoal furnace was placed here before, but after removing it, the doors and windows were closed, so the wind could not come in. If the weather was not so cold, there would be a giant sight.

Since no one has dealt with her, she was still wearing the clothes she had when she died, without a quilt, her chest and abdomen were slightly bulging, her fingers had traces of being gnawed by mice, and corpse water had oozed out.

Her head and face were covered with white cloth, and she lay quietly without any movement.

Because of her previous noisy, Yuan Qingling stood in front of the bed, and always had an illusion in her heart that she would suddenly jump up, look at her with cold hatred eyes, and then scold her for being in trouble.

Yuan Qingling still stepped forward to take off the cloth from her face. Her eyes had closed, and there were green spots on her face as on the back of her hands. Her face had changed a little, her eye sockets were sunken, but her cheeks were swollen, making her skin look like a breathless puffer fish.

Yuan Qingling tried her best to search for her previous images in her mind, but there was not much friendship, and she almost didn't put together a smile.

"Although I don't like you, I pity my life," Yuan Qingling said softly: "I will tell you what you asked me to tell Lao Wu before you die, but it's not now. When I'm about to die, I will tell him that you once told him to kill me for revenge."

She felt very sarcastic and said, "Actually, I really don't know why you hate me so much. Do you really think that everything Lao Wu did today was my command?

It’s really not. He is a walking person who has his own thoughts, good and evil, black and white debate, and these bottom lines are there. He will not listen to you or me completely. I think that if you and I love him as much as you and I should respect his ideas, not try to control his behavior with their own ideas. On the contrary, the Su family is the real giant baby. You have spent your whole life to support this group of giant baby, but they have not grown up, and even have no basic idea of ​​good and evil. I don’t know if you will regret it at the moment of dying. I really hope you can open your eyes and see. The Su family you are thinking about does not shed tears for your death, but rather the Wu and the Princess, who are heartbroken by your actions and your death."

"The princess got married today, which means that the Northern Tang Dynasty will open up a new situation. If you really have the so-called spirit in heaven, I hope you can bless her with happiness and well-being, a smooth life, and a mother, this is actually the most basic thing, isn't it?"

After Yuan Qingling finished speaking, he bowed deeply and left.

Of course, there were wedding banquets in the palace, which were hosted by the royal family members. Yuan Qingling had no intention of having a banquet, so he ate some casually and returned home.

When she returned to the mansion, Grandma Yuan was sitting in front of the porch basking in the sun. She sat at grandma's feet, crawling on her knees, and said quietly: "Grandma, why do you always have to be full of calculating when you say family affection?"

"That's an individual!"

Grandma Yuan was very thoughtful and saw everything about the world. She smiled and stroked her hair, "Most of the family affection in the world is beautiful."

Yuan Qingling looked up at her, looked at her gentle eyes, and remembered that she had traveled through time and space to come to her side. This kind of family affection is what people yearn for.

She is much luckier than Lao Wu.

"Life is like this. I have seen all kinds of cruelty, but I always have a warm side. Everyone is like this. The beggar on the street, who has been blunt and has been in poverty, but he always has a look of pity."

Yuan Qingling nodded silently, but his heart was unable to let go because of this low pressure.

The cold house must be very lively, but Yuan Qingling didn't want to join in the fun, so he just sent someone to watch Lao Wu.

He might drink and anesthetize his current sorrow, so let him stay alone for the night, and he should let it go.

Yuan Qingling took the children to play for a while, then returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion.

I thought Yu Wenhao would come back very late, but he didn't know that he had just passed Hai.

He was so drunk that he was completely drunk.

Yuan Qingling took off his cloak and asked, "Didn't you drink?"

Yuwenhao reached out to hold her and pressed her chin against her cheek. His chin was very cold, "If you don't drink, you can't stop your emotions as soon as you drink."

Yuan Qingling felt aching in his heart, sat down with him, poured him a cup of hot tea, and stared at his deep eyes, "After sending his marriage today, I went to see my mother."

"Thanks!"

He held her hand, his eyes drooped, and his voice was extremely cold, which made Yuan Qingling feel heartbroken.

"Don't do this!"

Yuan Qingling swallowed even more.

Yuwenhao stretched out his hand, slid his fingers across her cheeks, and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine, I'm losing my mother, I can't be fine for a while, give me some time."

"If you want to cry, you will cry."

Yuan Qingling grabbed his hand, put it on his palm, then closed his hands together and placed it on his chest.

Yu Wenhao shook his head, "I want to cry, but I can't cry. Maybe I am really a person with indifferent nature."

"No, don't say that to yourself."

Yuan Qingling didn't know how to comfort him. He was different from Ling'er. A story of a wind chime can make Ling'er stop crying, but Lao Wu can't.

"It's going to be fine slowly, don't worry about me," he kissed her forehead, his voice cool, "Have you said before she left?"
Chapter completed!