green bamboo dream

Princess Zhuyi's funeral was very low-key, almost just a hasty formality.

I don't know if it's because it's not time for work or something, but the officials are quiet, and they don't have any intention of jumping out to show their profound etiquette.

……

Cheng Xunxun chuckled: "They are tactful, and they can see that there is no movement in the palace."

Thinking of the Chunxi Residence that suddenly became quiet, Yuzhu felt a bit of obscurity... The matter has come to an end, let's just look away.She didn't know what kind of grievances and entanglements the Mongolian Khan and the Zhuyi princess had, and she didn't know what kind of story would happen to them afterwards.

But just because that man dared to risk being captured alive and sneaked into the capital with a few entourages, he probably wouldn't be so cruel and sadistic to Princess Zhuyi...

Yu Zhu turned her back and smiled faintly. She has her own fate, and hoped that Princess Zhuyi could see clearly the people around her so that she could take care of herself.

Letting go of this thought, she suddenly remembered something.

"Father is still in the study?"

Cheng Xunxun didn't hide anything about Princess Zhuyi's matter. After hearing this, the old man's face was gloomy, and he didn't come out after entering the study.

If it was said that she was reluctant to part with Zhuyi Princess, Yu Zhu would not believe it, but she really couldn't think of any other reasons.

Hearing this, Cheng Xunxun also frowned, "Have you ever eaten?" He has been a little busy these days, but he never expected the old man to act like this.

Yu Zhu shook her head, clapped her hands suddenly, and said decisively: "Otherwise, go and break the door open, it's been a long time... I'm afraid my body won't be able to bear it."

Cheng Xunxun nodded, got up and went out immediately.

Not long after, the old man who had passed out was carried out...

After the imperial doctor made a diagnosis, he said with certainty that he had contracted a cold.

Yu Zhu was a little surprised, it was the first time she saw her husband sick when she married Cheng Cheng's family.

Wind-cold is not a serious illness, and it will be cured after half a month of recuperation. Yu Zhu called a few old aunts and asked them to serve in front of the bed, and then sent the maids to decoct the medicine.

As soon as everything was settled, Cheng Xunxun came in from the outside.

"The old general of Zhenbei has gone..."

……

Feng Bao'er knelt in front of Old General Feng's bed, obviously extremely exhausted, crying so hard that she couldn't even make a sound, but the tears were still flowing out desperately, unable to stop.

Lu Haoran also knelt down, and kowtowed heavily at the old man on the bed. His moist eyes contained sadness, confusion, but more determination.

Old Madam Feng suddenly seemed to be ten years older, she didn't cry at all, she just stared blankly.

"Grandmother, talk...don't scare Bao'er." Thinking of the two old people's usual love for each other, Feng Baoer was so upset that she knelt down a few steps and fell on Jiang's lap, weeping.

Grandpa has already left, if grandma also leaves her, what will she do, what will mother do!

"Be good, Bao'er, let go."

Lu Haoran's face was stern, but his words were extremely gentle: "Be obedient, you hurt grandma..."

Under such gentle persuasion, Feng Baoer gradually stopped sobbing, but she still held Jiang Shi's hand tightly.

She knows how her grandmother feels about her grandfather... a couple for life, how many people in the world can do that?

She doesn't know about others, but her grandfather has actually done it. They have gone through 50 years of ups and downs together.

Ever since I was a child, the house has been a joy, grandfather, grandmother, father, mother, and myself, no one else has stepped in!Fly kites in the suburbs of Beijing in spring, live in the mountains in summer, pick fruits in orchards in autumn, and soak in hot springs in villages in winter...

She can ride on her grandfather's shoulders and laugh and shout, or hug her father's legs and act like a baby, and even complain to her grandmother in front of her father: "Daddy is too thin, he must not have eaten well, even Bao'er hugged her." Can't get up... Grandfather can still lift Bao'er up, so high! Look, it has reached the peach blossoms, and the pink is so beautiful!"

I vaguely remember my father's helpless smile at that time, and my grandmother's gloomy eyebrows...

When did it become like this?

After the death of the father?

After that night, everyone's happiness seemed to have disappeared, and she felt very uncomfortable when she smiled once in a while.

From then on, she laughed louder, talked louder, and tried her best to make the house lively again... Well, how lively is it?

Not much, just like when I was a child...

However, everything can't go back.She knows that her grandfather's body is deteriorating day by day; she knows that her grandmother's sighs are getting thicker every day;

As a result, her brighter life seemed to turn into a scorching fire, burning all the decay and decadence.

Every time she got into trouble, her grandfather would scold her furiously, spitting stars flying around, and it was like returning to the heroic moment of training soldiers on the battlefield...

Grandma, on the other hand, looked annoyed, smiling and cursing back for herself, and sometimes when she got interested, she even punched grandfather hard on the back.

When the mother got the news, she would struggle to sit up, read to herself gently and ramblingly, and would not stop until she got a promise not to do it again next time.

She cheated, acted coquettishly and acted like an idiot... All she got in return was a moment of laughter.

It wasn't until she "rescued" a good-looking man that there was light in Grandpa's eyes...

Thinking of this, Feng Baoer hurriedly wiped her tears with her sleeve, looked up into Lu Haoran's eyes, and carefully searched for disgust and indifference...

No, really not.

Feng Baoer couldn't help crying again. She forgot that sometimes she would get used to pretending to be unruly for too long... Her hand was already trembling badly, so she stretched out gently, took Lu Haoran's broad palm, and held her face buried in...

Lu Haoran's body trembled slightly, the tears in his palm seemed to be scalding him.

Looking at the woman crying uncontrollably in front of him, there was a rare tenderness in his eyes.

……

The imperial decree came from the palace, and it was full of eloquence, and the servants read it in a rhythmic and passionate way.

Feng Baoer knelt on the ground, supporting her mother with both hands, but she didn't hear anything in her ears.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly a soft call came from next to my ear: "...Sister, get up quickly."

He raised his head and took a closer look, but it was a swing.

"Sister Feng, get up quickly, everyone is leaving." Seeing her looking up at him, Qiu Qian grinned, said it again, and stretched out her hand to help her.

Feng Baoer suddenly became alert, and subconsciously avoided the hand extended by the swing.

"Sister Feng..." Sister Feng stretched out her hand, muttered a little aggrieved, looked at Lu Haoran at the side, and said plaintively, "Brother Haoran, it's all because of the bad swing, which made Sister Feng hate it."

"Qiao Qian wants to go back. There are a lot of things going on in the mansion recently, so you should stay in your room and don't come out casually." Lu Haoran patted the head of the swing and instructed patiently.

Swing took a breath in surprise, rolled his eyes, and soon smiled coquettishly again, "Okay, Swing is obedient..." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to subscribe and give a reward , your support is my biggest motivation.)