Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1353 Sad Story

Just as Zhang Ying was about to leave, Ting Lu quickly chased after him and asked something in a low voice. Zhang Ying patted his hand, motioned him to turn around, and went back to the backyard.

I walked over, "what are you talking about?"

"I asked the emperor how he was doing now. Father said that the emperor had something on his mind but he didn't say anything. He was lying down and resting right now."

The emperor probably also has a headache about this matter, and now he can only follow what the master said, and firmly refuse to admit it. Unless Galdan comes in person, no one can prove the truth of this matter.

There was still half an hour to kill, and Nalan Kuifang shared the wild fruits he had picked before with everyone, and Princess Heshuo and Begonia also came over.They didn't know what happened here, and talked and laughed with Nalan Kuifang to adjust the atmosphere.

Nalan Kuifang was talking, looking at me curiously, "Mulan, why are you so tired? How can I miss your jokes at this time. Can you tell me a different story?"

Ting Lu squinted at him dissatisfied, "Okay, I'm upset, how can I be in the mood to tell a story."

"What's the matter with you guys? Is something really wrong? Just tell me if you have something to say, how can I know if I'm holding back? I can't do anything if I want to help, right?" Nalan Kuifang yelled with objection.

Ting Lu was about to speak, but Chang An spoke first, "Nalan, I know you are kind, so let's just say a few words less."

I breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "In fact, in many cases, it is because of lack of communication that makes things more difficult, but you don't have to tell others about everything, everyone has privacy. Do you think so?" ? Well, I remember a little story, but nothing funny..."

Nalan Kuifang was amused, and pretended to be listening attentively.Ting Lu and Chang An glanced at each other, unexpectedly I was still in the mood to tell a story at this time.
"There is a beautiful place on the outskirts of the capital. It is a good place for picnics. In the city, many wealthy families often drag their families to play there. One day, several other families spent time there. At this time, A four or five-year-old child came from nowhere. He ran around and disturbed everyone around him. Everyone was extremely bored and looked at the child's father. The man leaned against the tree with his hands folded and his face Smiling, his doting eyes followed the child's figure all the time, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all.

(End of this chapter)