After reconciliation, I became the favorite of the sickly prince

Chapter 98 To Dream
Only then did Gu Yinqing know.

When I am sick, I can still live well and sleep peacefully at night.

Fan Bing'er, who was always in a state of undressed clothes and took care of her, how much she had borne silently by herself.

And the opposite is.

In Gu Yinqing's memory, Fan Bing'er didn't seem to get sick very much.

Maybe it's because of the relationship between the medicine man.

……Do not!

Gu Yinqing suddenly remembered that Fan Binger was not completely free from illness.

Sometimes, she also feels unwell.

And at that time, Gu Yinqing was afraid that the other party would pass on his illness to him, affecting his body and life.

Then, as a matter of course, they moved out of the bedroom where the two lived together, and went to the study or other yards to rest.

take care of?

Do not make jokes.

His lord servant is very busy with official duties.

Where is the time to care about his wife's condition?

Not even taking the time to say hello.

And Fan Bing'er never blamed him for this.

Not even a single word of complaint.

Over time.

Even Gu Yinqing himself felt that everything he did was right and proper.

To this day, he is the one who sits at the bedside and takes care of the sick.

It was just now that I realized that what I had been neglecting before... the powerful tenderness and tolerance from my wife.

He looked at Pu Zuxian who had just drank the medicine and lay down to sleep again.

Gu Yinqing suddenly felt very irritable.

The sound of the rain outside is still intermittent.

Large swathes of black clouds accumulated in the sky, looking gloomy and terrifying.

Even Gu Yinqing's mood became worse.

He still couldn't figure out why Pu Zuxian fell ill suddenly.

Obviously... the day before, it was fine...

The damp and cold air outside seeps in through the window and door cracks.

It was obviously still in the scorching summer.

Gu Yinqing couldn't help it, and shivered suddenly!
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Xiao Yunzong's mother's name is Wang Fengying.

Since his son was burned to death by an inexplicable fire.

Every day, Wang Fengying would take her close maid to her son's grave to send some paper money and tributes to him.

She was afraid that her son would have no money to spend, nothing to eat, and no clothes to wear there.

I am afraid that my son will be hungry, thirsty, or cold.

Pity the parents of the world.

Even if the son has passed away, parents will not stop loving their children because of this.

It is the same today.

The weather was gloomy, and it was raining a lot.

However, Wang Fengying was not affected at all, and she still brought the girl to deliver things to her son regardless of the weather.

There is no way to burn paper money and clothes to my son.

But, at least, I can give my son some fruits and snacks.

There is also my son's favorite pineapple cake.

"It's raining, and I don't know if it's raining at Zong'er's side.

When Zong'er goes out, remember to hold an umbrella..."

Wang Fengying got out of the carriage and carried the food box by herself.

With the support of the girl, he walked while talking to himself.

The girl next to her is also used to it.

After all, if you listen to it every day, anyone will get used to it.

It's just that they are not used to it.

It was the grave of their young master today, and there was already a person standing there.

The man was tall and slender, wearing a white robe.

He was holding a paper umbrella, standing in front of the young master's tomb, quietly looking at the young master's name on the tombstone, motionless.

It seems that he has lost his mind.

"Huh? Isn't this...Bo Qin?"

Wang Fengying recognized who that person was at a glance.

Because this person is none other than his son's best friend during his lifetime——

Lin Fengzhang, courtesy name Bo Qin.

Seeing that there were a lot of food that she had not brought in front of her son's tomb, Wang Fengying couldn't help sighing.

"Zong'er has a brother like you, in this life, it's worth it."

Hearing Wang Fengying's voice, the man also turned around slowly, nodded and said:

"Hello, Aunt Xiao."

"Good boy, it's hard work for you to go this far."

After the rain, the cemetery is naturally more difficult to walk than usual.

Lin Fengzhang's snow-white boots, which were also spotless, were already splashed with black mud.

Naturally, Wang Fengying also saw it, and was greatly moved.

However, looking up again, Wang Fengying found that the other party's face was not very good-looking.

Not only are there two big blue eye circles hanging under his eyes.

Even, his complexion became much paler than before.

"You... what's wrong with you?
Good boy, are you sick? "

Wang Fengying couldn't help asking with concern.

Unexpectedly, the other party's next answer made Wang Fengying's eyes widen in an instant!

Just listen to Lin Fengzhang slowly say:

"Aunt Xiao, I suspect that Yun Zong was not burned to death by that fire.

Instead... was killed by someone! "

"what?!"

Wang Fengying was taken aback!
After thinking about it with a face full of doubts, Wang Fengying shook her head with a wry smile and said:
"Did you listen to someone's rumors?
Zong'er was indeed burned to death by the fire, I saw this with my own eyes!
How could it be fake? "

Lin Fengzhang closed his eyes, and the expression on his face became more serious:

"Aunt Xiao, to tell you the truth, I've been having the same dream these days.

In the dream, Yun Zong came back to me and said that he was not burned to death at all, but was murdered to death!

He asked me to tell you about this matter, and said that you must help him!
Otherwise, under the Nine Springs... I am afraid that he will not live in peace! "

"Really?!
Zong'er, Zong'er, he actually entrusted you with a dream? ! "

Wang Fengying who heard this suddenly became emotional.

She took a step forward, grabbed Lin Fengzhang's sleeve tightly, and stared straight at him.

As if to regenerate a certain connection with his son through him.

Instead of throwing her away, Lin Fengzhang stretched out his other hand to support her, preventing Wang Fengying from falling down because of being too emotional.

"Aunt Xiao, how could I lie to you about this kind of thing?
In the dream, Yun Zong also said.

If you want to find out the evidence of his murder, you must find someone to open the coffin for an autopsy!
Moreover, the criminal evidence left by the murderer is also in Xiao's house, the courtyard where Yunzong once lived! "

Lin Fengzhang's words were sonorous and powerful.

Falling into Wang Fengying's ears, it was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, hitting the top of her head!
As soon as Wang Fengying's legs went limp, she almost collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Lin Fengzhang supported her arm, and the girl was also helping her, so she didn't fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Then, there was a long gasp.

Immediately, a mournful howl pierced the sky:

"My son ahhh!!!"

It was like a flood that had opened its gates.

Wang Fengying's wailing started the prelude to her crying and dancing.

Because Wang Fengying only gave birth to such a precious son in her life.

The rest are all daughters.

And the son who gave high hopes and took care of him since he was a child.

It was just like that.

And if it wasn't for Lin Fengzhang's timely reminder.

She was afraid that she would die without knowing that her son was murdered!
When the time comes, how can she have the face to meet her precious son!
(End of this chapter)