Almighty Queen

Chapter 279 I Will Take Care Of You Too

Nan Fu.

After being immersed in the desolate silence, Nanfu once again fell into the desolate silence.

At this time, the entire Nanfu is covered in dazzling white plains, which makes people feel a sense of sadness in their hearts when they look at it.

Therefore, even the passers-by in Nanfu couldn't help but stop for a while at the gate of Nanfu, sighed a little regretfully, shook their heads, and left with a sigh.

Confidante is unlucky, God is jealous of confidante.

"My son!"

Zhao Xiaorong, who always seemed to have no emotions, was like a wooden stake. At this moment, she was throwing herself in front of Cheng Yingyu's coffin, crying so heartbreakingly.

Although she knew early on that Cheng Yingyu's life was short, but when this day came, she still felt torn and uncomfortable in her heart.

God, why did she send a white-haired person to a black-haired person!Why torture her daughter like this!
Why not let these pains fall on her body!She is already old, but Yu'er is still young!

This is why!
Zhao Xiaorong only felt extremely miserable in her heart, as if it was a long-burning lamp that was forever being watered to death by someone's hands.

My heart is cut like a knife, and all thoughts are lost.

"Yu'er, you are really cruel."

After crying for a while, Zhao Xiaorong's voice was completely hoarse, so she just moved closer to the coffin made of fine nanmu, and gently pressed her face to the front, as if she could feel her daughter that way.

"Mother, please don't be sad anymore."

Nan Qingchen wobbled the yellow Chen Zihe's handbook, helped Zhao Xiaorong who was in a daze from crying, and said solemnly, "You have to take care of your health, I promised Yingyu that you will enjoy your old age peacefully. "

But after finishing speaking, Nan Qingchen couldn't help but feel colic in his heart.

She is gone, how can the mother who gave birth to her and raised her enjoy her old age peacefully?
This pain of white hair and black hair is a fatal blow to a mother.

As for Cheng Shujing, as her father, he didn't dare to come to her spirit at all, but just lost his mind, like a puppet, locked himself in the room and drank wine.

"Second Aunt, my condolences."

Cheng Liujin also changed into Sujing's ivory white, and stepped forward to support Zhao Xiaorong, but seeing her coming, Zhao Xiaorong suddenly grabbed her wrist and knelt down straight.

"Second aunt, you are..."

"Concubine Shizi, please, please let Yu'er wake up, you are Princess Bei'an, you must know someone who can wake Yu'er up, right?"

Her husband is the son of Prince Bei'an who has over half of the Nanyi court, so there must be something to do!

"I……"

Seeing that Zhao Xiaorong looked haggard, but looked at her with eyes full of hope, Cheng Liujin could only feel that there was a kind of absurd and sad bitterness in her heart, which slowly spread to the tip of her nose.

It is common sense that a person cannot be resurrected after death.

But now, Zhao Xiaorong has been in a trance to such a degree, which is enough to show how much Cheng Yingyu's death has hit this dull and quiet woman.

"Second aunt, you can't come back to life after death, so please mourn."

Cheng Yingwan also came in from the outside, first respectfully burned three sticks of incense, and then came to her side again, sobbing sadly and said, "If Yingyu sees you like this, she will definitely not leave at ease."

"Yes, mother."

Nan Qingchen immediately took up the quarrel and persuaded, "In order for Yingyu to leave with peace of mind, please go and rest. If I collapse, how can I explain to her spirit?"

Although he was sad in his heart, he had to stay rational and try his best to do what she wanted. Only in this way could he wait for the reunion with her underground and say, look, I never Live up to your entrustment.

But at this moment, Zhao Xiaorong couldn't hear these things, so she didn't answer, just kept crying.

He kept muttering, "Yu'er, Yu'er..."

Seeing this, Cheng Liujin couldn't help sighing, raised his hand quietly, and slashed at the back of her neck with a knife. Suddenly, Zhao Xiaorong passed out with his eyes closed, and fell softly into Cheng Liujin's arms.

"This……"

"It's okay, I'll take her to rest."

Before Nan Qingchen could ask, Cheng Liujin forced Zhao Xiaorong to rest in the back hall with a forced smile.

Seeing this, Cheng Yingwan stared at Nan Qingchen's distressed face, feeling that she was being torn apart.

It seems that Mr. Nan really likes her very much.

"Master Nan, please don't be sad anymore."

Cheng Yingwan looked at him with heartache, but saw that his eyes were only staying on the handbook written by Chen Zihe, so she couldn't help gritting her teeth, lowered her eyes and said aggrievedly, "Mr. Nan, you are so sad, so I care about you." Others will be saddened by it."

"Ah……"

Nan Qingchen couldn't help laughing at himself, and walked into the coffin again, but kept stroking, ignoring Cheng Yingwan's words.

Inside, lies his beloved.

What should I do, I can't bear her to leave.

"Master Nan, please cheer up!"

Cheng Yingwan's tone also had a hint of crying, "Seeing you like this makes Yingwan feel sad too."

And just after her words fell, Nan Qingchen's movement of caressing the coffin couldn't help but pause, and then stopped, just like this, he just stood still in mid-air in a daze.

Seeing that Nan Qingchen turned around to look at her strangely, Cheng Yingwan became cruel again, and said through gritted teeth, "Yingwan heard that Yingyu wanted Ziqi to continue to take care of the young master, but since a long time ago, Yingwan's heart Already filled to the brim with the young master's immortal appearance, Yingyu..."

"Miss Cheng, please respect yourself."

Nan Qingchen frowned displeasedly, and in an instant, she hated Cheng Yingwan.

This is Yingyu's coffin, what the hell is she talking about!
However, after hearing Nan Qingchen's obvious and clear rejection, Cheng Yingwan's eye circles couldn't help turning red.

This time it was really red, and I really cried.

Although, it wasn't for Cheng Yingyu who shed tears.

"Master Nan, I am willing to take care of you too, why can't you just look at me!"

Cheng Yingwan only felt that every word she uttered was like a sharp hammer, piercing her soft heart fiercely.

She had been guarding the pain for a long time, and finally had the opportunity to confide it.

It's just that the person she has been thinking about all the time in her heart is just dismissive of her sincerity.

"Miss Cheng."

Nan Qingchen frowned, and her gentle eyes turned cold in an instant. She pointed to the coffin beside her and said, "I, Nan Qingchen, only have one person in my heart. Her name is Cheng Yingyu. Please don't talk nonsense in front of her!"

"Then why can Cheng Ziqi!"

Cheng Yingwan bit her lip and still refused to give up, but Nan Qingchen ignored her, turned around, caressed the coffin for a long time with gentle expression, and then lightly threw her a sentence, "This is me and the coffin." The matter of Yingyu has nothing to do with you."

"Master Nan, I..."

"You are not welcome here."

Nan Qingchen glanced at her coldly again, lightly, but then said coldly, "If you come to disturb Yingyu again, I will not forgive you lightly."

(End of this chapter)