Stir-fried Datang: The Strongest Daughter

Chapter 633

Yang Xiaoran put down his pen, looked at Qiu Ju fixedly, and said, "I took this responsibility when I stepped into Xiaoqingzhuang when I was ten years old. Maybe I didn't think so far in the beginning, but now that I am here, you Do you think I have a way out?"

Qiu Ju opened her mouth, but was at a loss for words.

She couldn't refute her, so she could only bite her lip and muttered: "Miss, but you need to rest now..."

Yang Xiaoran pursed his lips and said, "Everyone is mortal..."

As he spoke, he grinned and said: "I used to say this, I just thought it was a fart. It's better not to die. It's just that fate has given me such an arrangement, so I can only encourage myself with this word. I'm about to die, I can't die in obscurity, and I, Cheng Huanzhu, have never been willing to be subservient to others. It's better to die in obscurity than to die silently..."

After speaking, the voice was faint, and Qiu Ju heard it as if it came from a far away place, "That's so lonely..."

Qiu Ju closed her eyes, the two of them were no longer young, they had been together for so many years, but she always felt that the day of parting was still very early, she never thought that this day would come so soon, She was about to face the death of a loved one so soon. "

"Don't think too much... Well, there are other side dishes? This pair of ears is good. It is good for my illness. Go and wipe away your tears. I'm not dead yet. Why are you crying? Wait for Liu'er and Qie It's time for my son to come back from school, it's not good for them to see."

"Yes……"

Knowing that she was stubborn, Qiu Ju couldn't say anything more.He could only endure the pain in his heart, secretly vowed to serve the eldest girl better, and then quickly fulfill her wish.

I can't let the eldest girl go away uneasy, and I will never see Your Majesty after death...

Qiu Ju's eyes gradually became more resolute, and she was busy serving Yang Xiaoran's meal. Yang Xiaoran frowned and said, "I'm fine, am I not doing well? They have to see if you're like this."

"It's the duty of a servant to serve you. I used to be too tired and lazy, but now I am more diligent and others can't say anything."

Seeing Qiu Ju's stubborn look, Yang Xiaoran shook his head helplessly and smiled, and said: "I knew from a young age that you are also stubborn in your bones, do it, you are not afraid of getting tired, just do it."

"Your servant is in good health. If you are tired, it will be fine if you sleep. But you need to rest and not be too tired."

Yang Xiaoran laughed more happily, "Look at you, you have a small nose and small eyes, and you are still angry with me. Well, maybe I will live a long life after this catastrophe, who knows what God means? Maybe I Gong Zhicheng is more sincere, can he touch the old man?"

Qiu Ju bit her lip and remained silent.Yang Xiaoran didn't try to persuade her any more, knowing that she was worried about herself, but she also had her own difficulties. She didn't want her husband to worry, nor did she want her child to be sad.

If she was allowed to live on the bed with the medicine jar on her back for a few more months, it would be better to choose to die like this, at least it would be more meaningful, wouldn't it?
She looked at the brush washer on the case table, the dragon and phoenix depicted on it were intertwined, as if they were alive.The famous saying about life came to my mind, and I couldn't help muttering: "The most precious thing for a person is life, and each person has only one life. A person's life should be spent in this way: when he recalls the past, he will not Will be remorseful for wasting years; nor ashamed for being inactive; and when he is dying, he can say, My whole life and all my energies have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world..."

Qiu Ju's hands trembled slightly, she looked up at Yang Xiaoran, tears gathered in her eyes again, but then she lowered her head again, remained silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, this servant understands the eldest girl's intention..."

"Auntie, Auntie..."

When Li Xiang's voice came from outside, Qiu Ju hurriedly wiped away her tears and said, "I'll make flower tea for you..."

After a pause, he said again: "It's good to add some ginseng, the big girl has to make up..."

Yang Xiaoran nodded and said, "Go."

"Yes……"

"Huh? Aunt Qiuju, why are your eyes red?"

Li Xiang, who ran in, saw Qiu Ju's head hanging down, and bent down to look at it. Seeing that Qiu Ju's eyes were red, as if she had been crying, she yelled, "You were scolded by Auntie? Did you do something wrong? "

Yang Xiaoran said helplessly: "Okay, your Aunt Qiuju has been squinted by dirty things, don't bother her..."

As he spoke, he looked at Li Fan who was behind Li Xiang, and saw him obediently following behind his sister, poking his head out and looking at him timidly.I couldn't help but feel weak in my heart. Of these many children, Li Fan was the one who received the least care from him.

After Li Chengqian came to the throne, there were more and more state affairs and family affairs, and less and less care for children.It's not that I don't want to, but that the higher a person is in a high position, the heavier the responsibility, and gradually there will always be negligence in the care of children.Perhaps because of the lack of love from his parents, Li Fan always seemed a little timid and timid, always following behind Li Xiang, with less of the innocence of a child and more of the gloom of an adult.

But he is obviously only nine years old, but he has already learned to observe words and emotions.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoran felt sore in his heart.

She has had many opponents and many friends in her life. Whether it is her enemies or friends, she can have a clear conscience.But for the children, she felt guilty as a mother, she was not qualified.

Thinking of the few lives left, and looking at the unfinished manuscripts on the desk, she suddenly thought, should she stop and take a rest?How can there be so much responsibility?Do you take yourself too seriously?Maybe she should use the remaining time to spend more time with her children...

He waved at Li Fan, hid the gloom in his eyes, and showed a gentle and loving smile, "Xian, come to Auntie..."

A smile appeared on Li Fan's fair face, and he walked towards her with short legs.

Looking at this face that was very similar to her own, and that small body, she couldn't help but feel depressed.

If he left by himself, the most pitiful one should be the youngest son, right?
There was a faint mist in the eyes, but the strength honed in years of political career quickly hid the tears again.

Li Fan had already walked up to her, she hugged the child in her arms, looked into his big eyes, scratched his nose and said: "Little thing, why are you so dull at such a young age?"

Li Xiang over there also rushed over, forced her way into Yang Xiaoran's arms, and yelled, "Aniang, Aniang, I'm not dull..."

Yang Xiaoran glared at her and said: "Yes, you are not dull, you are too skinny."

As he said that, he patted her on the head lightly, and said: "Give your happy temper to your younger brother, he can rely on you. If one day my mother is gone, you as a sister Take him with you."

"Aniang will live a long life."

Li Fan suddenly hugged Yang Xiaoran tightly, "Auntie, don't leave Xiang'er..."

"Of course Auntie will live a long life..."

Li Xiang smiled and put her arms around Yang Xiaoran, "Auntie is the reincarnation of a god, everyone outside said so. How could a god die?"

After tidying up, Qiu Ju heard this when she came back, she lowered her eyes, as if her heart was being torn apart by something.

"Even if the gods leaked the heavenly secrets, they would still be punished by the heavens. Princess, the eldest girl is already being punished by the heavens..."

She replied silently in her heart, and immediately turned around and walked out again, she couldn't stay here any longer, otherwise she would lose control of herself, and she was going to collapse.

Silently walked out of Ganlu Hall, the snow outside had fallen heavily, Qiuju was standing on the porch, the cold wind was blowing, and the snowflakes rolled up and hit her face. snow day.

The sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be pressed down.Snowflakes hit the face, only to feel the chill.

Avoiding the crowd, along the way the palace servant Xiao Huangmen saluted her.As the female official in front of the queen, she is just like the queen, but she is also restrained when she enjoys the honor.As an old man in the palace, the word "aunt" means responsibility, and her every word and deed reveals the meaning of the queen.

The queen has to hold back her illness, and she also has to hold back her heartache, otherwise she will be suspected.

Nodding silently, then headed towards the back garden.

It's winter, and the prosperity in the imperial garden has long since withered, just like her master's few remaining lives, thin and quiet, and the quietness makes people feel sad.

Walking silently, snow has slowly piled up to cover up the last bit of color in the world, leaving only her shallow footprints, standing there abruptly, like empty eyes, looking at the sky blankly.

The snow was getting heavier, and Qiu Ju's figure gradually disappeared in the wind and snow.From behind the rockery in the Royal Garden came a high and low sobbing.

The wind and snow hit her face, and there was a desperate heartache on her no longer young face.

He is obviously such a good person...

Why is God so unfair? !
Qiu Ju really wanted to raise her head and question God loudly, but she couldn't.

In this deep palace, even the Son of Heaven has no freedom at all.

She wanted to cry, wanted to cry loudly to vent the pain in her heart, but she couldn't, she could only hug her knees and curl up behind the rockery, buried her head in her hands, and let the tears drip into ice.

The past is like the wind, maybe her master is just a myth to the subjects of the world, but to her it is a constant fetter in her life.They are not related by blood, but after decades of ups and downs, they have already gotten used to each other's existence.

Now the master is Shen Ke in a sick body, this truth seems to cut off her soul, and she is in pain.

She wants to find the precious pearl, she wants to find the emperor, she wants to find the husband, madam...

Tell them the eldest girl is numbered.

Her heart was being torn apart, reason told her she couldn't, emotions drove her to do what she wanted, the cold wind blew by, and the snow that fell more and more icy and icy made her heartache more and more clear.

After an unknown amount of time, the crying gradually stopped, she got up numbly, and stumbled towards the small courtyard where she lived.After working hard for many years, she suddenly felt exhausted all over her body.The unspeakable pain and the unspeakable truth made this strong female official in the first palace of the Tang Dynasty weak.

Right now, I just want to find a place to lie down, do nothing, think nothing, and not face this unbearable truth for her...

The heavy snow didn't stop, it fell all night, the whole land was covered by the first snow, and the brazier in Ganlu Hall was burning red, Zhao Si came to report, "My Lady, Qiu Ju is sick..."

　The author is actually more heartbroken than you. It will take a long time for the author to recover from writing such a chapter.Just please be more patient, it will be a "and" ending.Some things are bound to happen, so it is in line with common sense, in line with the previous preparations again and again, but please believe me, the author is really a real mother...

　　
　
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