The mentally disabled grandfather is going to divorce his wife

Chapter 439 Do You Say I Can Spend This Year With Her?

Wood was talking to Fifth Yanchen with a smile, toasting.

Yan Danqing didn't know what Fifth Yanchen's plan was. You said he didn't care about the victims, and he wasn't here to treat the disaster.

When he encountered a large number of fleeing victims along the way, he would get out of the car and ask about the situation, where they came from, and how the disaster was.

If they are really poor, they will ask people to donate clothes and food.

When they saw the bones on the road, they would order people to pull them up and find a place to bury them on the spot.

If you said he was here for disaster relief, he would have a good chat with those corrupt officials he met along the way, and he would never refuse what the corrupt officials offered.

At last.

Yan Danqing could only conclude that Mr. Xiang was thinking too deeply, and she couldn't figure it out.

Jingrui followed along all the way.

The back office of Jianchang County.

Jingrui stood in front of the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside, his eyes were deep, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Suifeng, Chinese New Year will be half a month away."

"My lord, it's time for you to go back. The lord sent a letter. In half a month, they will leave for the capital." Sui Feng's voice was not Sui Feng's face, but Ah Da's face, frowning and looking at the face in front of him. people.

I sighed deeply.

"Father, he won't listen to me after all." Jingrui's eyes were complicated, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, which was extremely sad, and the hand hanging by his side was tightly fisted: "Once, Twice, three times, why can't he just listen to my advice!"

"Perhaps, things won't be as bad as you thought." Sui Feng could only comfort her in this way.

But everyone knows.

Emperor Yuanguang has been afraid of Beijiang for not a day or two. Beijiang is a thorn in his heart, and he can't wait to pull it out as soon as possible.

this year.

It is the day when Wang Hou, the Minister of Fengjiang, comes to Beijing to report on his duties once every four years.

The son of the world has already sent countless letters to let the prince pretend to be sick and not come to Beijing.

When I went back last time, I almost fell out with the prince because of this incident.

The prince always felt that if the emperor wanted to kill him and seize power, he would have done it long ago, and he would not wait until now.

Moreover, the prince kept saying that he believed in the relationship between him and the emperor who shared weal and woe when they were young, and scolding the prince was just thinking too much.

But did he think about it too much? He thought the lord knew it well, it was just the so-called blood oath, how much so-called brotherhood could be.

What's more, the prince and the emperor are not siblings, and he can kill them if they are relatives. What is the relationship between brotherhood and Jinlan when they were young?
"Suifeng, do you think I can still spend this year with her?" Jingrui's eyes gradually became a little hollow: "She said that during the New Year, all the prince's mansions should be hung with red lanterns. Sometimes she wants to make dumplings by herself, and she said that on New Year's Eve, she will invite people to sing a big opera in the mansion, and watch it as the Spring Festival Gala."

Sui Fengmo, with his head slightly lowered, didn't know how to respond.

"After I'm gone, ask someone to give this to her." Jing Rui handed a letter to Suifeng.

"Yes." After Sui Feng finished speaking, he retreated and closed the door.

Rumeng ran over from not far away, carrying a plate of dessert, and stuffed it into his hand when he saw him: "Silly man, this is for your master."

"Little girl." Suifeng's voice also changed, hoarse and obscure, and he looked at her with a smile: "Little girl, what kind of man do you like?"

Rumeng blushed, and Suifeng's appearance appeared in his mind, and he gave him a bitter look, pretending to be fierce: "It's none of your business!"

When you're done, turn around and run.

(End of this chapter)