Let me give you all my life

Tong Weiqiang returned to his residence with the help of others, sat down at the table, and motioned for the servants who followed him to retreat. He vaguely heard footsteps hurriedly for a while. , the tension just now has made her legs and feet weak.

"Ma'am." Aunt Yuan walked in from the outside holding Xuan Jinyan, who was lying on her shoulder, drowsy.

"Ah!—" Tong Wei was startled, turned his head, and felt a soreness in his neck, as if he had sprained a tendon, and it hurt when he moved.

"Ma'am, you—" Aunt Yuan looked at Tong Wei's pale and bloodless face, because she was holding Xuan Jinyan, she didn't dare to speak out, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

Tong Wei shook his head wearily, and waved his hand at Aunt Yuan, "Don't worry about me, you take Jinyan to your room to rest, and I will stay by myself."

Aunt Yuan looked at Tong Wei in astonishment, then turned her head to look at Xuan Jinyan lying on her shoulder, and then said in a very soft voice, "Madam, there seems to be blood on your hands."

Tong Wei immediately looked down at his hands, which were stained with blood.

"Go down." Tong Wei stared at his palm, and said simply, "Forget everything you saw, heard, guessed, and thought today. By the way, why is it so lively outside?"

"It was the servants in the mansion who sent Young Master Jinmo here." Aunt Yuan stopped talking about the topic just now, and said softly, "I have passed out, maybe I am too sad."

Tong Wei nodded slightly, "Okay, let someone prepare some hot water, I want to get rid of bad luck."

"Yes." Aunt Yuan stopped talking and went out with Xuan Jinyan in her arms.

"Is my mother dead?" Suddenly, a tender and sad voice sounded in Aunt Yuan's ear, and at the same time, warm tears fell on her neck.

Aunt Yuan was slightly taken aback, then patted Xuan Jinyan's back lightly with her hand, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, isn't there still a lady here? She loves you very much, Miss Jinyan is the most obedient and obedient , as long as Da Furen likes you, no one can hurt you, remember?"

"Yeah." Xuan Jinyan responded vaguely, closing her eyes again, not sure if she was asleep or didn't want to talk.

Aunt Yuan sighed, and suddenly remembered what Dr. Fan told her.

"I'm afraid that Ms. Jinyan saw something she shouldn't see. At a young age, she was afraid and didn't know how to forget it. She was depressed, worried, and afraid. She fell into the root cause of the disease and needed to use traditional Chinese medicine to rectify it slowly."

What exactly did Xuan Jinyan see?Only six years old, what made her so silent and sad?

Mu Ruolan's funeral was very grand, much fresher than when she was alive. Xuan Qingmu invited the best mages in the capital to perform rituals, and asked the monks to chant sutras every day.Many officials in the court came to worship, and even the emperor sent someone over.

Xuan Jinmo kept kneeling, guarding the spirit, and thanking those who came to worship.Kowtow mechanically, and kowtow again, after a day, there are already bloodstains on his forehead.

"Brother, you are like this, Jinyan is afraid." Xuan Jinyan, who was kneeling beside her, also kowtowed and kowtowed with her brother. There were also bruises on her forehead, her eyes were swollen from crying, and her voice became hoarse. "You Would you like to talk to Jinyan? Jinyan is afraid that her brother will ignore Jinyan, so she doesn't want Jinyan anymore."

Xuan Jinmo only hugged his sister and let her sleep by himself for a while in the dead of night, but he didn't sleep, and kept watch in the mourning hall, neither eating nor drinking, like a walking dead.