Chapter 4631
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Zhuang Qingyun regained his mind. Hearing what Mo Siyu said, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. It's nice to be young. Although he is impulsive, he is alive with enthusiasm, vitality and happiness.
Unlike him and Qin Wuyan, when they were young, they were like water plants growing in gutters, which were despised and could be destroyed at any time.
Finally, he climbed to power. After disaster, he recklessly climbed to the peak of power. Finally, his fate was in his own hands, but he found that there was nothing except power. Those once warm and beautiful became stepping stones to climb the peak all the way.
It was very cold at the top, and they finally lived alone.
But if life comes back, they may still choose so.
Because only such a choice, otherwise, it will be a dead end. As long as you want to live for a long time, there is only such a way to go.
Zhuang Qingyun didn't know how to comfort Qin Wuyan, the poor man who buried his soul in the solitary grave with Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Zhuang Qingyun sighed silently, raised his feet and walked back, but a figure floated around the corner, leaving only half a robe corner embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver thread
Zhuang Qingyun paused and was stunned. When he hurried over again, the man had already disappeared.
Qin Wuyan returned to the wing room and sat by the bed, afraid to touch Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers.
His eyes fell on the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands. He saw that his hands were white as flour without any blood color. The black cyan tendons were intricately scattered on the back of his hands like vines, and the trimmed sharp nails showed a light cyan luster.
Qin Wuyan couldn't help but hold this hand, clasped his fingers, and put the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand to his lips: "no, no, Xiaoyu, you will always be with me..."
He got up, picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu, put him in his wheelchair, pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out of the wing room and murmured in a low voice, "I'll take you out to bask in the sun for my husband. You just haven't basked in the sun for a long time."
The afternoon sun was hot and dazzling. Qin Wuyan stood in the yard with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He squatted on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, slightly raised Zhuang Xiaoyu's small face and let her face face face face the sun.
Maybe it's because the sun is too bright, or Zhuang Xiaoyu's body has already become a vessel for insects to live in. Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu's thin eyelids.
Something seems to be swimming under your eyelids.
Qin Wuyan blinked. When he looked at the past again, he couldn't see it. He thought it was just his own illusion.
Qin Wuyan squatted in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, stroked her belly slowly from her smooth cheek, gently opened her eyelids, looked at the color that was no longer black and white, and had become turbid, his heart seemed to crack a gap, and the cold wind gurgled into it
The servant kept away from here, and was used to Qin Wuyan's behavior for a long time.
Is there anything more incredible than the fact that the high priest can sleep with a corpse for ten years?
I don't know how long I had been in the sun. Zhuang Qingyun came over and looked at the scene. He remembered what Mo Siyu said to him in his mind. He couldn't help looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Qin Wuyan glanced at him: "what's the matter?"
Zhuang Qingyun said, "Yan Qing said that the tomb you ordered people to build has been built. When will you move the little young master's tomb?"
Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out, "the priest took Xiaoyu to have a look first."
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Zhuang Qingyun regained his mind. Hearing what Mo Siyu said, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. It's nice to be young. Although he is impulsive, he is alive with enthusiasm, vitality and happiness.
Unlike him and Qin Wuyan, when they were young, they were like water plants growing in gutters, which were despised and could be destroyed at any time.
Finally, he climbed to power. After disaster, he recklessly climbed to the peak of power. Finally, his fate was in his own hands, but he found that there was nothing except power. Those once warm and beautiful became stepping stones to climb the peak all the way.
It was very cold at the top, and they finally lived alone.
But if life comes back, they may still choose so.
Because only such a choice, otherwise, it will be a dead end. As long as you want to live for a long time, there is only such a way to go.
Zhuang Qingyun didn't know how to comfort Qin Wuyan, the poor man who buried his soul in the solitary grave with Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Zhuang Qingyun sighed silently, raised his feet and walked back, but a figure floated around the corner, leaving only half a robe corner embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver thread
Zhuang Qingyun paused and was stunned. When he hurried over again, the man had already disappeared.
Qin Wuyan returned to the wing room and sat by the bed, afraid to touch Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers.
His eyes fell on the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands. He saw that his hands were white as flour without any blood color. The black cyan tendons were intricately scattered on the back of his hands like vines, and the trimmed sharp nails showed a light cyan luster.
Qin Wuyan couldn't help but hold this hand, clasped his fingers, and put the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand to his lips: "no, no, Xiaoyu, you will always be with me..."
He got up, picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu, put him in his wheelchair, pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out of the wing room and murmured in a low voice, "I'll take you out to bask in the sun for my husband. You just haven't basked in the sun for a long time."
The afternoon sun was hot and dazzling. Qin Wuyan stood in the yard with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He squatted on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, slightly raised Zhuang Xiaoyu's small face and let her face face face face the sun.
Maybe it's because the sun is too bright, or Zhuang Xiaoyu's body has already become a vessel for insects to live in. Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu's thin eyelids.
Something seems to be swimming under your eyelids.
Qin Wuyan blinked. When he looked at the past again, he couldn't see it. He thought it was just his own illusion.
Qin Wuyan squatted in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, stroked her belly slowly from her smooth cheek, gently opened her eyelids, looked at the color that was no longer black and white, and had become turbid, his heart seemed to crack a gap, and the cold wind gurgled into it
The servant kept away from here, and was used to Qin Wuyan's behavior for a long time.
Is there anything more incredible than the fact that the high priest can sleep with a corpse for ten years?
I don't know how long I had been in the sun. Zhuang Qingyun came over and looked at the scene. He remembered what Mo Siyu said to him in his mind. He couldn't help looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu.
Qin Wuyan glanced at him: "what's the matter?"
Zhuang Qingyun said, "Yan Qing said that the tomb you ordered people to build has been built. When will you move the little young master's tomb?"
Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out, "the priest took Xiaoyu to have a look first."
Zhuang Qingyun regained his mind. Hearing what Mo Siyu said, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. It's nice to be young. Although he is impulsive, he is alive with enthusiasm, vitality and happiness.Unlike him and Qin Wuyan, when they were young, they were like water plants growing in gutters, which were despised and could be destroyed at any time.Finally, he climbed to power. After disaster, he recklessly climbed to the peak of power. Finally, his fate was in his own hands, but he found that there was nothing except power. Those once warm and beautiful became stepping stones to climb the peak all the way.It was very cold at the top, and they finally lived alone.But if life comes back, they may still choose so.Because only such a choice, otherwise, it will be a dead end. As long as you want to live for a long time, there is only such a way to go.Zhuang Qingyun didn't know how to comfort Qin Wuyan, the poor man who buried his soul in the solitary grave with Zhuang Xiaoyu.Zhuang Qingyun sighed silently, raised his feet and walked back, but a figure floated around the corner, leaving only half a robe corner embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver threadZhuang Qingyun paused and was stunned. When he hurried over again, the man had already disappeared.Qin Wuyan returned to the wing room and sat by the bed, afraid to touch Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers.His eyes fell on the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands. He saw that his hands were white as flour without any blood color. The black cyan tendons were intricately scattered on the back of his hands like vines, and the trimmed sharp nails showed a light cyan luster.Qin Wuyan couldn't help but hold this hand, clasped his fingers, and put the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand to his lips: "no, no, Xiaoyu, you will always be with me..."He got up, picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu, put him in his wheelchair, pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out of the wing room and murmured in a low voice, "I'll take you out to bask in the sun for my husband. You just haven't basked in the sun for a long time."The afternoon sun was hot and dazzling. Qin Wuyan stood in the yard with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He squatted on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side, slightly raised Zhuang Xiaoyu's small face and let her face face face face the sun.Maybe it's because the sun is too bright, or Zhuang Xiaoyu's body has already become a vessel for insects to live in. Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu's thin eyelids.Something seems to be swimming under your eyelids.Qin Wuyan blinked. When he looked at the past again, he couldn't see it. He thought it was just his own illusion.Qin Wuyan squatted in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, stroked her belly slowly from her smooth cheek, gently opened her eyelids, looked at the color that was no longer black and white, and had become turbid, his heart seemed to crack a gap, and the cold wind gurgled into itThe servant kept away from here, and was used to Qin Wuyan's behavior for a long time.Is there anything more incredible than the fact that the high priest can sleep with a corpse for ten years?I don't know how long I had been in the sun. Zhuang Qingyun came over and looked at the scene. He remembered what Mo Siyu said to him in his mind. He couldn't help looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu.Qin Wuyan glanced at him: "what's the matter?"Zhuang Qingyun said, "Yan Qing said that the tomb you ordered people to build has been built. When will you move the little young master's tomb?"Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out, "the priest took Xiaoyu to have a look first."
