Chu Gongzhi

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Gong Muqing stayed for a while, then pushed Ning Luo away: "I have something very important to tell you."

Ning Luo looked at Gong Muqing lovingly: "What?"

"I thought I was going to die so I didn't leave anything behind. The Gong family must be my enemy too, so now I'm penniless, do you still want to stay with me?"

"Finally it's my turn to say this." Ning Luo's smiling face was as cunning as an old fox, she lifted Gong Muqing's chin, and entwined her ambiguous eyes, "I support you."

There was a trace of warmth in Gong Muqing's heart, but she couldn't get rid of the habit of embarrassing Ning Luo, and her words became arrogant and coquettish: "I'm not easy to raise."

"That's right." Ning Luo thumped his hands, "I have to quickly pull out the roses in the yard and plant some radishes and cabbages, and the harvest will last for several meals!"

Gong Muqing was taken aback.

Ning Luo winked at her: "Don't worry, I won't let you eat dirt~" Then he grabbed a small shovel and ran out happily.

"..." Gong Muqing stayed in place wondering if what Ning Luo just said would make her suffer or suffer?

Half a month after Gong Mu woke up, Chu Ming came to the farmyard where she and Ning Luo stayed.

When Chu Ming saw Gong Muqing's first words, he asked her, "Is it better?" with an old friend's concerned tone.

Gong Muqing lay on the reclining chair basking in the sun, and answered her honestly without moving: "It's much better, the wound healed very quickly."

Chu Ming spread out his left hand, and there was only a white mark left on the palm of the palm where the deep bone scar was visible: "I also think it's amazing, my blood can quickly heal the wound, I'm sorry, you didn't die."

Gong Mu said calmly, "If I don't want to live anymore, you can't stop me."

"You'd better live." Chu Ming didn't mind Gong Muqing's unfamiliar attitude, "You have to live well, at least you have to let Gong Lingshu feel at ease."

Gong Muqing: "..."

"If you die, Gong Lingshu will remember you forever." Chu Ming smiled, and she took out a thin booklet, "How could I let you succeed."

"Alive..."

"It is true that there will be many hardships and unhappiness in life, but only in life will there be everything that follows. There is a saying that there is only one kind of heroism in this world. After recognizing the essence of life, you still love it. Life."

"You can let go of your heart disease." Chu Ming handed the booklet to Gong Muqing, "This is the transfer record of the Gong family's property, including the messy sand corpse destroyed by you, and all Gong Lingshu who can be handed over will be handed over to the country gone."

"Now she and Lin Zhisen opened a small tavern to make a living, and she no longer has to worry about such a big family business, and she also said that she is happy and relaxed."

Gong Muqing took the booklet and flipped through it casually, but still couldn't see any emotion: "Oh."

"The poison on her body can only be alleviated by slowly nurturing it. Also, Gong Lingshu, under your encouragement, succeeded in becoming a god. They regard the light that solved this catastrophe as a miracle of a goddess, and now they are giving it everywhere. She praised her meritorious deeds and built temples, and she also asked Qi Yeyan to bestow palace surnames on those heroines who have worked hard and made great achievements."

Gong Muqing was stunned for a moment, and said bluntly: "Ah?"

"To put it simply." Chu Ming paused, "The Gong family is completely gone, and the goddess has completely become a legend."

"This is real……?"

"It's true, do you want her to come and confirm with you personally?"

"No." Gong Muqing slowly shook her head after a long while, "Tell my sister for me that I will live well." She bit her lip, "Let her not worry about me...don't miss me."

After Chu Ming left, Ning Luo walked in from the courtyard, squatted quietly in front of Gong Muqing, looked at her, and wiped away her tears with his hand.

"Ning Luo..." Gong Muqing grabbed her hand, "Is what she said true?"

Ning Luo smiled softly: "It's true, all your long-cherished wishes have come true."

"It's true..." Tears burst out of the eyes, Gong Muqing pulled Ning Luo to cry and laugh, "I...I..."

Ning Luo embraced Gong Muqing: "You want to heal your wounds, so don't get too excited. I'll make an exception and allow you to cry just once. After crying, tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you."

After such a long period of suffering, she didn't cry when she was tortured by the green ghost head until she wished she could die, and she didn't cry when she confronted Gong Lingshu. With all her strong pretense, Gong Lingshu really, really gave up on the Gong family, liberated her own future and at the same time redeemed Gong Muqing.

At this moment that should have been celebrated with lanterns, festoons and gongs and drums, Gong Muqing was in Ning Luo's arms, weeping uncontrollably.

"Are you really not going to meet her?" Chu Ming glanced at Gong Muqing who was about to faint from crying, then turned to ask Gong Lingshu.

"No."

Gong Lingshu was thinking about what Gong Muqing wanted Chu Ming to take with her - don't worry about me, don't miss me.

"It's because she doesn't want to see me."

The two sisters are still stubborn in the same vein, Chu Ming shook his head and took Gong Lingshu's hand: "You also obediently recuperate from your illness, try to live longer, the future will be long, there will always be a day when we meet each other."

Five years later.

"Yeyan, Yeyan."

A childish voice approached from far to near, and just as Qi Yeyan turned around, a small figure threw herself into her arms.

Qi Yeyan gently tapped the little head of the pink and jade-carved girl in her arms: "Zhuang Zhuang, how many times have I told you, don't call me Yeyan, no big or small."

Qi Huaiyan protested with puffy face: "Don't call me Zhuangzhuang!"

Qi Huaiyan's maid caught up panting, still holding the medicine bowl in her hand, and when she saw Qi Yeyan knelt down immediately: "Your Majesty should be punished for not keeping up with His Royal Highness!"

Qi Huaiyan hid behind Qi Yeyan and hugged her leg and said stubbornly: "Don't drink the medicine, it's too bitter!"

"It's hard for you to follow this troublemaker." Qi Yeyan hugged Qi Huaiyan, "What's wrong with Zhuang Zhuang?"

The maid was also very distressed: "His Royal Highness coughed a little after he came back, and the imperial doctor prescribed some medicine, but His Royal Highness refused to drink because of the bitterness."

"Good medicine is bitter and good for the disease." Qi Yeyan carried Qi Huaiyan to the porch and sat down, put Qi Huaiyan on her lap, and hooked her hand at the maid.

The maid presented the medicine bowl to Qi Yeyan, and stood aside, Qi Yeyan scooped up half a spoonful and tasted it herself, and immediately frowned.

"I said it was very bitter." Qi Huaiyan put his arms around Qi Yeyan's neck and smiled gleefully.

"It's not very bitter." Qi Yeyan put down the spoon, stuck out her tongue, and turned to ask the maid, "Is there any sugar?"

Qi Huaiyan had a look of disbelief: "Cough medicine is the most bitter thing in the world."

Qi Yeyan sighed inwardly, Zhuang Zhuang has already grown so big.

Zhuangzhuang was taken by Qi Yeyan from the small village where Luo Ziyan made his home.

Miraculously, the radiance of the sand corpse was resolved by the Goddess. Rumor has it that Gong Lingshu returned to the Heavenly Court, the Temple of the Goddess rose, and Qi Yeyan took over everything in the Gong family.

At that time, the female official system had stabilized, and heroines who had accomplished a lot in the catastrophe were appointed officials, and those who received rewards received awards. The whole country was in an uproar, but with the strong support of the female officials and the blessing of the miracles of the gods, Qi Yeyan's identity was announced unexpectedly smoothly.

Qi Yeyan, who was free, was the first to come to Luo Ziyan. This time, she was dressed in women's clothing, happily like a little girl.

The center of the village shifted a bit, and Qi Yeyan couldn't find her way. When she walked under the wisteria trellis, she felt familiar.