Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 363 I won’t cry, I will endure it.

Changsun Tao reached out to touch Yu Qinghuan's acupuncture point with lightning speed, but even faster, Yu Qinghuan blocked his hand.

She raised her bright eyes and looked at her husband, reassuring him with her eyes and telling him that she could hold on.

Outside, Wei Shu continued to state coldly: "Before his death, he admitted that he was the 'Flying Fish', one of the eight bodyguards of Marquis Yiyong. He also said that he got sick because he saw Princess Qi's appearance. Mind, how do you explain it?"

These words were exactly the same as what Yu Qinghuan said the night he was detained by Wei Shu.

At that time, she told Wei Shu these words, implying that Wei Shu could exonerate them in this way. No matter what happened on the surface, they and Wei Shu had secretly formed an alliance, and they each knew it in their hearts.

Wei Shu is a member of Yiyonghou, and they also know it.

But they didn't expect that Uncle Lu also thought about it with them and actually used actions to exonerate them.

Uncle Lu is dead, who will take care of those flowers?

Yu Qinghuan didn't shed any tears, and even her expression was so calm, as if she was listening to something that had nothing to do with her.

Isn't she sad?
No, she was so sad that she was shaking all over, so sad that her heart was broken, and so sad that she couldn't control it.

But...she held back.

Although the person in front of her was Wei Shu, she didn't dare to trust Wei Shu completely. Her identity was tied to Prince Qi's palace, and she couldn't be willful.

Because of this, Changsun Tao felt even more sorry for her. He patted her head gently and said, "I don't know about this matter, and neither does the princess."

He has been thinking of a way to get out, and is actually doing it, but he has always been upright in doing things and will not do such a thing of exchanging one's life for one's life.

Changsun Tao has always practiced his best in killing his enemies and protecting his own people.

Therefore, he would rather let his little princess suffer with him in this cell for a few more days, rather than use this method.

This was the sacrifice Lu Sheng chose. Changsun Tao and Yu Qinghuan both knew it, but they didn't even dare to show their sad expressions.

Changsun Tao said no, but Wei Shu also believed it. This is the power of daily character. Wei Shu did not believe that Changsun Tao would bother to lie.

Wei Shu looked at Yu Qinghuan in Changsun Tao's arms. He was wrapped tightly. Although his body was dirty, his face was fair and clean.

"Then why did he..."

Although Changsun Tao had some guesses about Wei Shu's identity, he would not tell Yu Qinghuan's identity rashly. According to his wisdom, he would not know what Wei Shu was asking, but he didn't even tell Wei Shu. .

"He saw what the princess looked like."

Wei Shu felt sad and happy at the same time. The sad thing was that Yu Qinghuan was not his sister, and he was not sure whether his sister was alive.

He was also happy that Yu Qinghuan was not his sister, otherwise how could he face that dirty heart?

Wei Shu said nothing more, held the sword at his waist and left.

There was bitterness in Yu Qinghuan's mouth, and she wanted to ask Wei Shu to take a break, but in the end she could only watch his lonely back getting further and further away indifferently.

"Zhaohua, is he..."

"Perhaps." Changsun Tao expressed his guess. He knew that Yu Qinghuan would feel uncomfortable, but how could he hide it from his little princess, "After considering various signs, we still need to confirm it."

Yu Qinghuan pulled her fur coat over her head, and Changsun Tao soon felt the moist heat in his palms.

He opened and closed the corners of his lips several times, wanting to tell his little princess to stop crying. If she cried again, his heart would be hollowed out.However, even at this moment, his heart felt as if he had been stabbed by a knife or run over by thousands of troops, which was heartbreaking.

Changsun Tao still did not persuade Yu Qinghuan - cry if you want, laugh if you want, his princess is free.

Yu Qinghuan was afraid that her eyes would be red from crying, so she didn't dare to cry for too long. As soon as she shed a few tears, she was squeezed back.

What made her sad was not only Uncle Lu's sacrifice, but also the fact that she stabbed Wei Shu with her own hands many times, hurting the person who was probably her own brother.

This was not the first time she said that Wei Shu looked very similar to her, although not in facial features.

Thinking back to the moment when I first met Wei Shu, how gloomy he was and how much suffering he felt in his heart, how cold he was then, how clearly he understood human feelings.

At that time, she felt that Wei Shu was a man crawling out of hell!
If this is really her brother, it would be very heartbreaking. The hatred of destroying the nine clans is all on him, but he is still as strong as a stone and has never been weak.

Because of this, because of this, because of this, it makes people feel distressed, right?
When she was a member of the Lu Jiayi Nine Clan, she was only a few months old, and her husband, who was a baby, tried his best to keep her.

Later, she met her grandfather and mother, and for her sake, they were even willing to let Xiao Qian become a lowly citizen.

She has always been so well protected, but what about Wei Shu?

How did he survive when he learned at a young age that all nine clans had been wiped out and that there was no longer any blood relationship with him in the world?

How did he survive those days without the protection of his parents and relatives?

How did he survive being forced to grow up and take responsibility?

Suddenly, she didn't have the courage to know this, because she knew it would be difficult.

"Yan Yan, I'm here."

This word 'I am' instantly filled her with strength.

But she has Zhaohua, who does Wei Shu have?
Who will cover his wounds when he is injured?Who feels sorry for him when it hurts?Who comforts him when he is alone?With such a big burden coming down, who would help her carry it?
"Everyone has their own path to take, Yan Yan. I was powerless in the past, but I have to fight for it on my own in the future. As long as you want it, as long as you are willing, I will accompany you."

Yu Qinghuan revealed his head from his fur coat and suddenly hugged Chang Sun Tao's neck: "I made you worry."

Changsun Tao knew that the impact of Lu Sheng's death and the speculation on Wei Shu's true identity on Yu Qinghuan had all passed on the surface.

His Yan Yan is so strong that it makes people feel heartbroken.

It's not that he wasn't sad about Lu Sheng's matter, it's just that he was the husband of the little princess and the person who held up the sky above her head. When his wife was fragile, he had to be reliable and hide all his emotions in his heart. Only then did he This is what a pillar company should do.

"Have you thought about it?" Changsun Tao asked.

Yu Qinghuan nodded: "Think about it."

Behind these three short words was her determination to overthrow the Yu Mansion and make Emperor Jiayou kowtow in front of the tomb of Marquis Yiyong.

Since knowing her identity, she has never been able to find her target, but now that she has found it, she also knows clearly what she should do. This is the path Lu Sheng showed her with his life.

But she was still sad in her heart. Uncle Lu was gone, but what about his flowers?

"A frivolous decision will cause you to live in instability with me. Sometimes I think about it, this is also a kind of selfishness, I'm sorry." Yu Qinghuan let go of his arms, she was still the same, still had the same smile, but Ming Minghuan let go of his arms. In the dark, what's different?

(End of this chapter)