Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 641 [Outside Story] Father!

Yuan Sheng was like a bolt from the blue, he just came to visit his father in the morning, but his father was still in good spirits at that time, he asked himself to get busy with business and not to always serve the sick bed.At this moment, he couldn't accept these words, but he suppressed not to get angry in his father's palace, so he just grabbed the tablecloth on the table, his eyes were red, and he said in grief and indignation: "Su Ri's father's Sickness, you just talk about old problems, old problems, how can this one be so serious?!"

All the doctors looked gloomy, and they just pleaded guilty on their own, but one doctor boldly said: "Your Highness does not know, it is the king who ordered the humble minister to report like this..."

"Cheng'er, Sheng'er..." His father's deep call came from the inner bedroom, Yuan Cheng hurried in, saluted first, and then stood on one side, "My son is here." There were two other younger brothers standing beside him. side.

Luo You raised his hand, and the servant Yihui quickly helped the king up.It seems that King Zuo Xian is still in good spirits at this moment, and there is a faint smile on his pale face at this time, looking at the three sons in front of him, who are almost tall, but all of them are red-eyed and sad, and his heart tightens. "Father is still alive, how can you guys be so promising!" Turning around, he said to Yan Da, "Let the fourth princess come too."

The servant knew in his heart that these four princesses were the only daughters of King Zuo Xian, and they were still five years old this year.The king's three sons and one daughter were born to four women. Except for the second prince's biological mother, who was the princess, the other biological mothers had no status. However, the princess had fallen out of favor for a long time and did not live in the palace.The eldest prince was brought back by the king himself, and he was personally trained by his side. There were already rumors in the palace that the eldest prince was the heir to the throne.

The king was tired from sitting, and the servants came forward to help him, only to hear the king say: "Cheng'er." Ada already understood, so he asked the eldest prince to come to help.

Yuan Sheng helped his father's back, only to realize that he was already as thin as a stick. Usually it was because of his burly body, his clothes didn't cover him, his heart ached, and he almost shed tears, but he decided not to cry in front of his father.

Yuan Sheng helped his father back to lie down, but grabbed his father's hand and said cautiously: "Father, how do you feel now?" Luo You laughed, only looking at his face, as if The memory went back to the past.

"Cheng'er... Do you hate your father for bringing you back to the grassland?"

Eight years ago, he entered the palace with his mother and met King Zuo Xian. Only then did he know his life experience.The mother was in tears, but insisted on sending herself to the king's car to drive away.

At that time he didn't hate anything, just tasted the pain of parting for the first time.

"My son has never had hatred, only gratitude."

Luo You gave a weak "Oh", then closed his eyes to rest, and said after a while, "It's still snowing outside...open the window..."

Yuan Sheng had no choice but to order someone to open the window, Luo You tried his best to lift his head to poke around, and Yuan Sheng stepped forward to support his father.

Outside the window, everything is silver and white, everything is quiet, it seems that only large flakes of snow leaves can be heard falling, his eyes are shining with a strange light, as if passing through 20 years of fleeting smoke, and the memories of his youth are clearly seen in the distance stand up.

"Brother Luo, what do you think of the snowman I made?" She was afraid of the cold, so she wore an embroidered jacket wrapped like a rice dumpling, and her delicate face exuded the vigor of a girl under the white snow.

Yuan Cheng put on a cloak for his father, and after a while he obviously felt that the cold was getting heavier, so he persuaded: "Father's health is important, be careful about the cold."

Luo You turned back and held Yuan Sheng's hand, "Your mother...is she in good health?"

"Go back to the father, mother is fine." Yuan Sheng just comforted him, since returning from the north, he rarely had the opportunity to visit his mother in the south, and every time he came back to ask for instructions, the father always felt sad for a long time.He hadn't heard from him for several months. He had just sent a letter to Nanmian in more than ten days, telling her about his father's illness. I don't know what his mother's plan was.

Luo You coughed again, Yuan Sheng was caught off guard, and spit out a mouthful of blood onto the quilt, which was shocking.

Yuan Sheng finally couldn't hold back, his eyes were red, "Father!" The princes around him also shouted: "Father!"

Luo You felt dizzy in his mind, and lay back on the couch again, "All of you come here." The princes all approached with red eyes.

He motioned, and Wen Da handed over a box, opened it, and it was a jade talisman, split into two.This is the relic of his father.

"Cheng'er... hold it..." His breath became weaker, "Everything in the grassland is entrusted to you." Then he slowly looked at the two princes below, "You must... work together to assist your elder brother..."

Yuan Cheng clenched the pair of broken talismans, and knelt down in front of the couch with tears in his eyes, "Father! My son is less than one-tenth of my father, so I can't bear this burden! All this belongs to my father!"

"That year... Father was just joking... You can do it!" He squeezed his son's hand tightly, giving him the last strength.

Seeing his father's eyes shining brightly, Yuan Sheng didn't move, he only panted heavily, opened his mouth as hard as he could, and put his ear close to his father's mouth, "Father, what do you want to say?"

"Qingchuan, spring is here..."

The voice was weak, but it hit his heart directly.

Hot tears rolled down Yuan Sheng's face.

The last ray of brilliance in Luo You's eyes gradually disappeared.

*
Three months later.

Spring in Jiangbei is not too late.

Swallows murmur among the beams, catkins fly, and children leave school to pick willows on the bank of the river to whistle, blowing loudly all the way.

Several horses galloped past from north to south, rolling up a burst of smoke and dust.

The lintel of the Yuan Mansion has faded in the sun. Yuan Ji resigned from office for many years and lived in seclusion in his hometown to teach.

Yuan Sheng tied up his horse, and the servants at home were very surprised to see him. He didn't send any letters when he came back, so everything was very low-key.

The 16-year-old younger sister, Dong'er, has grown into a slim figure. At this moment, she is leaning on the pavilion, and after seeing her appearance clearly, Fang Jiansheng shouted, "Brother!"

The two siblings shook hands and looked at each other, "Brother, you've lost weight again."

Yuan Cheng felt sore, his father passed away in the past three months, he inherited the throne, he was very busy with various things, and he didn't contact his mother in the south again.

"The longer you grow, the more beautiful you are. You really deserve to be my sister."

"Brother, go into the house." Dong'er let her brother into the house, "Where are father and mother?"

"You didn't say a word when you came. Dad went to the countryside to give lectures. Mother, at this hour, he is worshiping Buddha and reciting scriptures."

Since she was picked up by her father, her mother began to believe in Buddhism.

The door squeaked and the sun streamed in.

With his mother's back facing him, she was sitting there with her eyes closed and twirling the Buddhist beads just after knocking the wooden fish in plain clothes.

The room was simple and clean, and the incense in the censer made Yuan Sheng unable to recover for a moment.

"Mom, I'm back."

Qingchuan paused for a while while holding the hand of the Buddhist beads, but still did not turn around, only gave a "hmm".

"Have you eaten?"

"Not yet."

After a long silence, Mother finally asked, "Your father, is he well?"

"Mother... father, father, he passed away three months ago."

The thread in my hand fell off, and the beads "cracked" and fell down.

One by one, they rolled all over the ground.

There was a clear cry.

Tears fell, and the man who had made her feel bad all her life was gone.

Finally, I can stop the pain, I can stop the pain...

(Qingchuan episode ends. This chapter has been revised.)
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