Chapter 4212: 4212
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Qin Wuyan's voice was very low and his tone was soft: "whatever you say, it's all according to your requirements. I'll let someone do it well."
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Qin Wuyan and said, "thank you."
This "thank you" is a great irony.
Zhuang Qingyun arched his hand: "madam, I'll arrange the affairs of the young master. You have a good rest."
Qin Wuyan stayed by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, but Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled to sit up: "I'll see what happens to my brother. You help me up."
Qin Wuyan had no choice but to hold her in a wheelchair: "don't worry too much. Qingyun has always been reliable and won't make mistakes."
"Always reliable?" Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was full of undisguised mockery: "if there is really no mistake, how can I find my brother now?"
Qin Wuyan frowned alertly: "Xiao Yu, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting." Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her hand to cover her face and covered her sadness at the bottom of her eyes: "it's me. If I saw my brother for the first time, I would recognize him. He won't suffer so much later."
Then he seemed to comfort himself: "it's better to die like this. It's better to live every day than to die."
Zhuang Xiaoyu murmured in a low voice: "it's good to die like this, it's good to die like this!"
In that way, pigs and dogs might as well live as die.
Don't worry about what kind of inhuman torture he is living all day.
She whispered, as if comforting herself, but her voice was more and more sad: "if there is a next life in this world, return what should be returned to others and be a good man!"
Qin Wuyan doesn't know how to persuade her. There are some pain and pain in the world that outsiders can't bear. They can only bear and accept it by themselves, and then come out of the sadness bit by bit.
Zhuang Xiaoyu held her breath, watched Zhuang Minghao clean, wrapped up all the wounds on her body that she couldn't bear to look directly at, put on a brand-new shroud and put it into a good coffin.
The whole priesthood, except that the bright red silk cloth and lanterns were still hung at the door of Zhuang huaisen's bedroom, were replaced with white silk cloth and lanterns.
The servants in the house were wearing white sleeves on their arms, mourning flags were erected in the mourning shed, and Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu were wearing white filial piety clothes. Wherever they went, it was a dead atmosphere.
Compared with Zhuang Mingyan's death, the servants in the house didn't seem to care about Zhuang Minghao's death, not even those who pretended to be mourning.
The nurse knelt on the futon, tears streaming down her eyes, but she didn't cry Zhuang Minghao, but loved Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Even the woman Zhuang Minghao once kept in the house was not sad when she heard that Zhuang Minghao had passed away. She was even afraid to avoid it for fear of having anything to do with Zhuang Minghao.
Although jade broke her leg, she also limped with a crutch to accompany Zhuang Xiaoyu.
It's good to stay one night and two nights. It's winter. It's cold and cold. No amount of charcoal can resist the cold in the middle of the night in the mourning shed. Qin Wuyan is with Zhuang Xiaoyu and has to deal with the internal affairs of acting priest. He is too busy.
In particular, seeing the things Zhuang huaisen once dealt with, such as neglecting human life, bending the law for bribes, shielding his son who did all the bad things, and dismissing the people, it was clearly recorded in the official documents and internal affairs review, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became
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Qin Wuyan's voice was very low and his tone was soft: "whatever you say, it's all according to your requirements. I'll let someone do it well."
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Qin Wuyan and said, "thank you."
This "thank you" is a great irony.
Zhuang Qingyun arched his hand: "madam, I'll arrange the affairs of the young master. You have a good rest."
Qin Wuyan stayed by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, but Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled to sit up: "I'll see what happens to my brother. You help me up."
Qin Wuyan had no choice but to hold her in a wheelchair: "don't worry too much. Qingyun has always been reliable and won't make mistakes."
"Always reliable?" Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was full of undisguised mockery: "if there is really no mistake, how can I find my brother now?"
Qin Wuyan frowned alertly: "Xiao Yu, what do you mean?"
"It's not interesting." Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her hand to cover her face and covered her sadness at the bottom of her eyes: "it's me. If I saw my brother for the first time, I would recognize him. He won't suffer so much later."
Then he seemed to comfort himself: "it's better to die like this. It's better to live every day than to die."
Zhuang Xiaoyu murmured in a low voice: "it's good to die like this, it's good to die like this!"
In that way, pigs and dogs might as well live as die.
Don't worry about what kind of inhuman torture he is living all day.
She whispered, as if comforting herself, but her voice was more and more sad: "if there is a next life in this world, return what should be returned to others and be a good man!"
Qin Wuyan doesn't know how to persuade her. There are some pain and pain in the world that outsiders can't bear. They can only bear and accept it by themselves, and then come out of the sadness bit by bit.
Zhuang Xiaoyu held her breath, watched Zhuang Minghao clean, wrapped up all the wounds on her body that she couldn't bear to look directly at, put on a brand-new shroud and put it into a good coffin.
The whole priesthood, except that the bright red silk cloth and lanterns were still hung at the door of Zhuang huaisen's bedroom, were replaced with white silk cloth and lanterns.
The servants in the house were wearing white sleeves on their arms, mourning flags were erected in the mourning shed, and Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu were wearing white filial piety clothes. Wherever they went, it was a dead atmosphere.
Compared with Zhuang Mingyan's death, the servants in the house didn't seem to care about Zhuang Minghao's death, not even those who pretended to be mourning.
The nurse knelt on the futon, tears streaming down her eyes, but she didn't cry Zhuang Minghao, but loved Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Even the woman Zhuang Minghao once kept in the house was not sad when she heard that Zhuang Minghao had passed away. She was even afraid to avoid it for fear of having anything to do with Zhuang Minghao.
Although jade broke her leg, she also limped with a crutch to accompany Zhuang Xiaoyu.
It's good to stay one night and two nights. It's winter. It's cold and cold. No amount of charcoal can resist the cold in the middle of the night in the mourning shed. Qin Wuyan is with Zhuang Xiaoyu and has to deal with the internal affairs of acting priest. He is too busy.
In particular, seeing the things Zhuang huaisen once dealt with, such as neglecting human life, bending the law for bribes, shielding his son who did all the bad things, and dismissing the people, it was clearly recorded in the official documents and internal affairs review, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became
Qin Wuyan's voice was very low and his tone was soft: "whatever you say, it's all according to your requirements. I'll let someone do it well."Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at Qin Wuyan and said, "thank you."This "thank you" is a great irony.Zhuang Qingyun arched his hand: "madam, I'll arrange the affairs of the young master. You have a good rest."Qin Wuyan stayed by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, but Zhuang Xiaoyu struggled to sit up: "I'll see what happens to my brother. You help me up."Qin Wuyan had no choice but to hold her in a wheelchair: "don't worry too much. Qingyun has always been reliable and won't make mistakes.""Always reliable?" Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone was full of undisguised mockery: "if there is really no mistake, how can I find my brother now?"Qin Wuyan frowned alertly: "Xiao Yu, what do you mean?""It's not interesting." Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her hand to cover her face and covered her sadness at the bottom of her eyes: "it's me. If I saw my brother for the first time, I would recognize him. He won't suffer so much later."Then he seemed to comfort himself: "it's better to die like this. It's better to live every day than to die."Zhuang Xiaoyu murmured in a low voice: "it's good to die like this, it's good to die like this!"In that way, pigs and dogs might as well live as die.Don't worry about what kind of inhuman torture he is living all day.She whispered, as if comforting herself, but her voice was more and more sad: "if there is a next life in this world, return what should be returned to others and be a good man!"Qin Wuyan doesn't know how to persuade her. There are some pain and pain in the world that outsiders can't bear. They can only bear and accept it by themselves, and then come out of the sadness bit by bit.Zhuang Xiaoyu held her breath, watched Zhuang Minghao clean, wrapped up all the wounds on her body that she couldn't bear to look directly at, put on a brand-new shroud and put it into a good coffin.The whole priesthood, except that the bright red silk cloth and lanterns were still hung at the door of Zhuang huaisen's bedroom, were replaced with white silk cloth and lanterns.The servants in the house were wearing white sleeves on their arms, mourning flags were erected in the mourning shed, and Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu were wearing white filial piety clothes. Wherever they went, it was a dead atmosphere.Compared with Zhuang Mingyan's death, the servants in the house didn't seem to care about Zhuang Minghao's death, not even those who pretended to be mourning.The nurse knelt on the futon, tears streaming down her eyes, but she didn't cry Zhuang Minghao, but loved Zhuang Xiaoyu.Even the woman Zhuang Minghao once kept in the house was not sad when she heard that Zhuang Minghao had passed away. She was even afraid to avoid it for fear of having anything to do with Zhuang Minghao.Although jade broke her leg, she also limped with a crutch to accompany Zhuang Xiaoyu.It's good to stay one night and two nights. It's winter. It's cold and cold. No amount of charcoal can resist the cold in the middle of the night in the mourning shed. Qin Wuyan is with Zhuang Xiaoyu and has to deal with the internal affairs of acting priest. He is too busy.In particular, seeing the things Zhuang huaisen once dealt with, such as neglecting human life, bending the law for bribes, shielding his son who did all the bad things, and dismissing the people, it was clearly recorded in the official documents and internal affairs review, the more he looked at it, the more angry he became
