Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Prose -> soul crossing

Chapter 643

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    Huarong and Xiang Ziyu are on the hillside of Nanshan.  One is quite satisfactory, with two in and two out.  Live in a small courtyard.  There is a wind chime hanging under the corridor of the yard.  The wind blows.  Ding dong.

    There is a peach blossom tree in the courtyard.  The peach blossoms are full of trees.  Very nice.  Compared with the peach blossom tree in the courtyard of Chang'an.  No difference.  There are some seedlings and grasses planted around.  When I have nothing to do, I sit in the courtyard.  Looking at the flowers and plants in the yard.  A gentle breeze blows.  Also a treat.

    Nanny Li didn't come over.  Hua Rong let him stay in Chang'an.  Look at the little princess and the little princess.  After all, Nanny Li watched the two of them grow up.  If they all left.  It is inevitable that you will be worried.  As for Wang Zhi.  Also stayed in the palace.  Assistant, now His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.  Did not come together.

    Two scary and two servant girls came.  It is already possible to take care of daily life.  The genius doctor puts his love on mountains and rivers.  But also unwilling to be alone with the queen and queen empress.  So at the foot of the mountain, he arranged a residence for him.  If there is any emergency, come here in time.  Hua Rong has been to that place once.  Herbs all over the yard.  Some can't even name them.  The aroma of herbs can be smelled from far away.

    It is also very suitable for a genius doctor.

    During the day.  Huarong paints.  Draw the past.  Draw the current scene.  Xiang Ziyu was sitting at the side playing the piano and flute.  It's true, the piano and the instrument are harmonious.  If you have free time.  Husband and wife two people.  Double down kitchen.  Make some delicate pastries.  It's true, don't have fun.

    2nd day here.  Xiang Ziyu went to that temple again.  Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps.  Brutally walked again.  The first time I went was for the safety of my children and Huarong.  Go this time.  It is to pray to God.  Willing to give everything to prolong Huarong's life.

    But the destiny cannot be violated.  In the end, it was nothing.

    Hua Rong, comforted him.  "People will always die. It's just that they die early and die late. I have been with Tiantao for so many years. I am already very satisfied. It is enough to be with you for so many years and watch the children grow up.  .So ah! Don't feel sorry for me."

    Xiang Ziyu hugged Huarong tightly.  He choked up twice.  Eye sockets are red.

    The days passed day by day.  From time to time, there will be letters flying from Chang'an.  Midsummer.  Prince princess.  And Zhou Feiran and Lin Huan.  Ye Qian and the others.  They will drag their families and come here.  Come and join in the fun.

    Sometimes it happens.  This small courtyard can't accommodate so many people.  In the end there was no way.  We had to expand this small yard.  Only so many people survived.

    In the blink of an eye.  It's another spring.  Huarong couldn't walk anymore.  Even very tired.  Often one sleep lasts all day.  Xiang Ziyu looked frightened.  Fear of falling asleep and falling asleep.  I can't wake up again.

    But looking at Huarong does not sleep.  He looked tired and distressed.  He lay on the side and watched over him.  Not leaving for a moment.  The headaches are also getting worse.  I also took some medicine at the beginning.  Later, it didn't work after eating.  Simply do not eat.  Life is too short.  The medicine is so bitter.  In the end it was time to leave.  Always not before leaving.  No longer hurt your own mouth.

    The peach blossoms in the yard are blooming again.  Trees full of peach blossoms.  Very nice.  Huarong was lying on the rocking chair in the courtyard.  Watching quietly, the tree is full of peach blossoms.  Think of the past.

    Maybe it's because I feel that the end is approaching.  So there will always be a special nostalgia for the past.  Sometimes the consciousness is not clear.  Maybe even fall into a certain memory.

    When the peach blossoms are in full bloom.  The prince and princess rushed over.  Huarong is weak.  I'm afraid I can't rush back to Chang'an again.  At that time, in such a beautiful and picturesque place, I will sleep forever.  Perhaps extremely beautiful.  When the peach blossoms are in full bloom.  It is also the time when his deadline is approaching.

    All those who are close to him receive his favor.  All rushed over to send a gift.  But come on, everyone doesn't say sad words.  It was as lively as ever.  Because they know.  Huarong, this is still lively.  It is often impossible to stay in these big palaces.  Always find a group of people to come and have fun.

    So they have to make a fuss and send him away.  Yunyang is also here, Xin.  After knowing Huarong's physical condition.  Said to come over.  Come and see him.

    Xiang Ziyu didn't know if he had recovered his memory.  But he knows.  If Yunyang came.  Huarong must be happy.  That's the older brother who grew up with him.

    All his life.  A person who misses and feels guilty.

    "Mother, look at this."

    Nian Rong, holding a windmill.  Lift it up for Huarong to see.  The wind blows.  The windmill whirled and turned.

    "Mother, don't you see that the windmill looks very beautiful when it is spinning? ??

    Huarong narrowed her eyes slightly.  smiled.  "It's pretty. But whose family are you from? Why haven't I seen you?"

    Possibly due to physical reasons.  This is getting to the end.  There are fewer and fewer Huarong reporters.  But only remember those two.  One is her husband Huainan.  One is the elder brother he misses so much.  These bystanders can't remember clearly.

    These days, Nianrong has been lying beside Huarong.  Others were different, he said, but she guessed it too.  So I never wanted to leave.

    Hear Huarong's question.  Nian Rong, tirelessly, said it again.  "Queen Mother. I am Nian Rong, and I am your daughter."

    "daughter."

    Huarong asked suspiciously.  "Aren't you kidding me? I'm only fifteen years old this year. I haven't passed the rules yet? How can I have a daughter as old as you?"

    Nian Rong explained.  "The mother forgot again. You are over 20 years old this year, and you have a son. Two daughters. I am already ten years old this year."

    Hua Rong, looked at Nian Rong.  He asked with puzzled eyes, "Whose family are you from? You look so good-looking. Why haven't I seen you?"

    Nian Rong, with a smile on his face, repeated it again.  "Mother, I am your daughter, I am Nian Rong."

    Huarong frowned.  "Who is Nian Rong? Why haven't I heard of it? Are you kidding me? Whose family are you from? Is it from the elder sister's family? When did you grow so big?"

    Nian Rong explained it again.  "Queen, I'm your daughter. I didn't want to make you happy. My name is Nian Rong. It's the name you and my father gave me. Nian Rong, Nian. My father wants to miss you forever."

    Hua Rong, looked at Nian Rong.  He smiled and asked again.  "Whose family are you a child? You look so good-looking."

    Nian Rong repeated it again, like an infinite loop game.  Asked over and over again, answered over and over again.  The answer is always the same.  It's just that the person who asked couldn't remember.  But the person who answered didn't bother.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report