Lord Shizi's favorite is a crazy beauty

Only Qingyu squatted in front of Yu Moyuan's bed, neither crying nor making noise, so quiet that it made people feel distressed.

Raising his hand to cover the back of Yu Moyuan's hand, his voice was soft, but with a faint choking sound.

"Grandfather, you can finally see your grandmother and mother, you should be very happy, right?"

Qingyu knew that although Yu Moyuan had been alive these years, his heart had already died when Yu Qian's accident happened.

"Don't worry, I will be fine with Ning Zhi, Yu Shi and Jin'an will be fine.

When you get there, you must remember to talk to Yuer Tuomeng."

Big tears rolled down, but Qing Yu didn't know it.

Ning Zhi's eyes were slightly red, and he stepped forward to hug Qing Yu.

Qingyu finally burst into tears, "Ning Zhi, my grandfather is gone, I really can't bear him"

Ning Zhi held Qing Yu tightly in his arms.

He couldn't be more clear about how important Yu Moyuan was to Qing Yu.

*
On the 16th of the first month of Jiahe's 28 years, the third day of Yu Moyuan's death.

The entire Jin'an City buried Yu Moyuan together.

It was still in the first lunar month, and the city of Jin'an, which was still brightly red a few days ago, suddenly seemed to have lost all its colors.

As far as the eye can see, there is a solemn white.

Yu Yi walked in the front holding Yu Moyuan's spiritual tablet, followed by Qing Yu and others.

The weather was still cold, but Qingyu was wearing thin clothes, and Ning Zhi couldn't help feeling a little worried.

The cold wind blew past, and Qingyu's body shook.

Since the day Yu Moyuan passed away, Qing Yu hardly slept much.

Not to mention Qing Yu's weak body, even a healthy person would not be able to hold on after a few days of tossing around like this.

Qingyu was holding on completely with the thought in her heart.

Seeing Yu Moyuan's coffin being gradually buried by soil, Qingyu's eyes moved.

Yu Yi erected a monument for Yu Moyuan, and Yu Moyuan's life was recorded behind the monument.

Yu Moyuan has been loyal to Daye and Jin'an all his life, and the only one who has been treated badly is himself.

Qingyu knelt in front of Yu Moyuan's tombstone, forced a smile.

"Grandfather, uncle, we have sent you to the side of my grandmother, mother and father, they are all here, you will not be alone.

I'm afraid Yu'er will return to Shengjing in a few days, and maybe he won't be able to visit you again until next year. "

Qingyu looked around, her grandfather, grandmother, father and mother were buried here.

The closest people in her life are all here.

A kind of depression surged from the bottom of my heart, eroding the entire atrium bit by bit.

Qingyu wanted to cry, but couldn't.

These days, she cried enough.

After a long time, Qingyu got up, only to feel a darkness in front of her eyes, and then passed out directly.

*
When Qing Yu woke up again, it was already five days later.

There were too many ups and downs during this period, and Qing Yu finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell down.

Opening her eyes, the holes in her pupils gradually disappeared, and Qing Yu gradually returned to her senses.

Her throat felt dry and cracked, but the next moment, there was a sweetness in her throat.

It is Ning Zhi.

For the past few days, Ning Zhi has been guarding Qing Yu's bedside by foot.

After drinking a glass of water, Qing Yu felt much better.

"You have been here all this time?"

When Qing Yu spoke, her voice was still a little hoarse, but there was nothing serious about it.

Looking at the black and blue eyes of Ning Zhi, Qingyu's eyes were full of distress.

After Yu Moyuan's death, Ning Zhi has been busy following him, but now, he still has to take care of himself.

Ning Zhi nodded, and lay down next to Qingyu in his clothes.

"Are you feeling better?"

Since Yu Moyuan's death, Qing Yu not only hasn't closed his eyes very much, he even seldom speaks.

Ning Zhi knew that for a while, she couldn't accept this fact.

Even if he looked healthy on weekdays, it was just a feigned strength.

Qingyu smiled, "Well, it seems like a big dream.

Now that I wake up from the dream, everything will be over. "

But Qingyu knew that it was not a dream, but a real existence.

Yu Moyuan has passed away, this is an undisguised fact.

"Qingqing."

Ning Zhi spoke out with some worry, but was interrupted by Qing Yu.

Qingyu knew what he wanted to say.

"Don't worry, I'm fine.

Before, my grandfather told me that people have life and death, and life and death are also the norm in the world.

Now that he's gone, it's a relief. "

For so many years, Yu Moyuan has been unhappy, and Qing Yu knows it.

Hearing Qingyu's calm voice, Ning Zhi hugged her waist distressedly.

"One more thing, on the second day after my grandfather was buried, Uncle Wang also went with him."

Qing Yu was startled, but quickly accepted it.

Uncle Wang has been with Yu Moyuan since he was young, and he has never married a wife in his life.

Ever since Xu's death, Uncle Wang has been by Yu Moyuan's side and spent so many years with him.

Now that Yu Moyuan is gone, Uncle Wang's backbone is also gone, and he is also broken.

"Is there a good arrangement?"

"Well, my uncle buried him next to my grandfather's tomb."

Qing Yu said with some emotion, "Uncle Wang has been loyal to his grandfather all his life, and now he is with him after death, so he has no regrets."

Ning Zhi could feel that Qing Yu had changed a lot since Yu Moyuan's death.

He is more indifferent to matters of life and death.

She was only 16 years old, but she watched her parents being humiliated to death. Now, even the grandfather who always loved her has passed away.

Ning Zhi buried his head in the crescent of her neck, silently comforting her.

Qingyu smiled, "Don't worry about me, it's you who haven't had a good rest for so many days, go to sleep for a while."

Ning Zhi responded, and then fell asleep in Qingyu's arms.

When Ning Zhi's even breathing sound came from beside him, Qing Yu's eyes flashed with sadness.

After all, it took her some time to get used to Yu Moyuan's death.

*
On February [-]th, Qing Yu, who had recuperated for many days, finally left the yard.

His complexion became more rosy, and his complexion improved a lot.

The dead are gone, and the living, naturally, still have to live well.

It has been more than a month since returning to Jin'an, and it is time for Qing Yu and Ning Zhi to go back.

In Shengjing, there are still too many things waiting for them.

Qing Yu and Ning Zhi set the time for their return trip in two days.

When Yu Yi heard the news, he was taken aback.

Now that Mo Ran is dead, and Ning Zhi has broken with Prince Ning's residence, to be honest, there is really no need for the two of them to go back.

However, Qing Yu no longer concealed anything and was ready to tell the truth.

February [-]th, night.

Qing Yu, Ning Zhi and Yu Yi were sitting in the study, the atmosphere was slightly heavy.

"Uncle, it was Yu'er who concealed the truth from his grandfather and the Yu family before, and what he was afraid of was that his grandfather would pass away with regret."

Yu Yi's gaze paused, what did Qing Yu mean by this?
hide?

What else was she hiding from them?
But Qing Yu continued to speak, "Uncle, it was not Mo Ran who killed my parents, but someone else."