Girl Shen's strategy for chasing his wife

It's a cool autumn day. This morning, Mr. Yasukuni was at home on vacation. The note he handed over said that he was ill, and he was too sick to get up.

The court proceedings were over, and Her Majesty the Empress arrived at the Yasukuni Mansion with his wife and daughter.

His Majesty arrived in person, and Shen Qingyan led his wife respectfully and stood guard in front of the door.

In the past, Shen Jiaerlang, who respected his eldest sister and had a clear mind, had experienced the death of his biological mother and his own decadence, and then rose again. In the blink of an eye, he has married a wife and had children, and has matured a lot.

Duke Jing had an emergency at night, and Shen Qingyan was a dutiful son, and his face was two points more vicissitudes than usual after serving the illness overnight.

"I have seen His Majesty, Madam."

Shen Shi beside her saluted with her husband.

The two little princesses called "Uncle" and "Aunt" in a sensible manner, Shen Qingyan smiled lightly, and took out the prepared meeting gift and sent them over. They were a pair of shining little golden horses.

Every time he sees Youan and Youning, he will give gifts.

It seems that it is practical.

Seeing the tired look on his brows and eyes, Qinghe's heart sank.

Chi Heng held her hand and cast a comforting look: "It's okay, father-in-law has his own destiny."

Grandfather was sick and couldn't get out of bed. You'an and Youning were very obedient, and they didn't dare to be naughty at this time. They took good care of the little golden horse given by their uncle, thanked them sincerely, and followed the queen mother into the mansion.

Youan is three years older than Youning, and visits his grandfather's house more often than his sister.

In late autumn, the vegetation was bleak, and the formerly vibrant courtyard showed two points of indescribable decay. She felt uncomfortable and squeezed You Ning's soft little hand.

Youning tried her best to keep her spirits up—she hadn't seen her grandfather yet, and she was a little scared by the atmosphere in the mansion.

Pass through a series of hanging flower doors and enter the main courtyard. The door of the main courtyard opens, and the empress and princess are welcomed in.

Sitting on the bed, Shen Yanen was dissatisfied and lost his temper with the servants, but after listening carefully, he insisted on staying on the bed to meet the holy driver, but was stopped by the servants, so he became angry.

He is old, and in his memory, he commanded the three armies and scolded Fang Qiu, and Chang Ai's father with a cold face has not survived the years of ruthlessness after all.

As I get older, my temper becomes irritable.

Shen Yanen hurriedly got up to meet the empress, and went to see her good granddaughter who was in the palm of her hand, but the servants couldn't stop her, and just as she was about to speak, His Majesty and the empress came in person.

"Grandfather!"

"Grandpa, slow down!"

Shen Yanen was overjoyed when two childish voices came out in no particular order.

Who would have thought that the unsmiling General Zhen Guo would show such a loving smile when he was young?

With slightly sour eyes, Qinghe took the child's hand and walked forward: "Daddy."

"Miss."

Shen Yanen spoke out with emotion, no longer in a hurry to stay on the bed, and lay down again following her daughter's wishes.

Qinghe watched his complexion, and pressed his jade hand on his pulse.

The inner room was quiet.

After a long time, she switched hands to check the pulse.

Shen Yanen's eyes darkened slightly.

Shen Qingyan's eyes were red, she was held tightly by Shen's hands, and the husband and wife silently comforted each other.

"It's okay, just pay more attention to daddy." Qinghe didn't change his face, and tucked up the quilt for him thoughtfully: "If it's cold today, pay attention to keep warm, I'll prescribe some medicine for daddy first."

The servant came forward with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the empress held a wolf hair brush, with majestic ink characters flowing from the end of the pen.

After the prescription was written, Shen voluntarily took over the job of preparing the medicine for her father-in-law.

Shen Yanen is old and has gray hair. He had some inconspicuous wounds on his body during the marches and battles in his early years. Later, he was assassinated by the false emperor Long Run. He saved it, but lost his martial arts and strong legs.

His legs were disabled, and Qinghe spent countless thoughts on his legs.

He has been taking medicine all the time, and finally his legs are raised enough to barely let go of the crutches and walk on the ground. When the cold wind hits overnight, the old diseases buried in his body come back again, triggering a prairie fire.

His own body is clear to himself, Shen Yanen knows that what his daughter said is to forgive him, and he accepts it.

Leaning on the bed, he looked at the still beautiful and young empress, and his thoughts had gone too far——Wanwan's eyebrows and eyes really looked like Amei.

Wanwan is still young, but he is inevitably getting old.

"An'an, Ningning, come here quickly, to grandfather's side."

"Yes!"

Shen Yanen always didn't like the title of "grandfather". For the title of "grandfather" and "grandfather", he and Shang Huang Chiyan argued many times.

In the end, it was the empress who smiled and settled on the term "grandfather".

How could he have the face to ask more about things in the empress' room?

It's just that he calls himself "grandfather" every time in front of his grandchildren, so Chi Yan can let him.

The two children are familiar with his temperament, and sometimes, to please the old man, they will call "grandfather" one by one, which makes Shen Yanen's heart burst with joy.

Shen Yanen has both sons and daughters in this life, but strictly speaking, he has never been a serious father for a few days.

Wanwan gave birth to Ameixiang and died. He mourned the death of his wife, treated his long-awaited daughter coldly, and gave birth to anger.

Later, Xie Zhezhi tricked him into having a feast, even though he was a son, he didn't love him much.

General Zhen Guo resented his mother for forcing him to die, so he forced him to marry his wife's younger sister and lead the army outside for several consecutive years.

He is an unqualified father, husband, and son.

But it is too late to wake up, too late to regret.

So I can only pour my love into my two granddaughters.

You An was raised by Wan Wan, he loves her.

Youning is his direct granddaughter, and he loves her even more.

The two little princesses were unexpected surprises in his life, a great gift from the heavens. Seeing the two 'little pistachios', he was refreshed and his old state was swept away.

"grandfather……"

"Grandfather, you must get well."

Shen Yanen smiled all over his face: "Okay, grandpa must take medicine well, and he will take Youan and Youning to ride a horse in the future!"

"Yeah! Ride a big horse!"

The cheers of the little milk dumpling filled the room, driving away the irritating dullness earlier.

"Your Majesty." Shen Qingyan called out in a low voice.

Qinghe goes out with him.

Walking to a secluded place, Shen Qingyan couldn't hide his sadness: "Dad's body, isn't it..."

Qing He sighed, Yuan Shan's eyebrows were raised, revealing traces of melancholy.

Daddy's life was originally picked up, and it is not easy to survive until now.Moreover, he was exhausted, and his instinct for survival gradually receded, even if the Da Luo Jinxian came, it would not help.

"Sister..." Shen Qingyan called out a title he hadn't called out for many years in grief.

The grudges from the past years disappeared in Qinghe's raised brows, and his lips parted slightly: "Yes."

She answered the "Sister".

Shen Qingyan cried and laughed.

"Let's spend more time with Daddy."

The two princesses were taken out by the palace servants, and the inner room was restored to silence.

Chi Heng sat on a round wooden stool: "Father-in-law."

Shen Yanen leaned on the soft pillow behind her: "Your Majesty treats Wanwan very well, and he is also a wise king praised by everyone in Dayou Dynasty.

"Jiang Daochang once said at the time of his death: To see the prosperous age, you will die well. The humble minister does not have the generosity of the Taoist priest to sacrifice his life for righteousness, but he is also worthy of death.

"The thing I don't regret the most in my life is taking the medicine sent by the false emperor, raising my arms on the battlefield and leading the soldiers to abandon the darkness and follow the light.

"That medicine didn't kill me, every extra year I lived was a profit.

"Your Majesty, do you remember what you promised me back then?"

"remember."

Chi Heng sat upright, as if he had returned to the scene when he was talking with the general in the secret room when he was young.

"In this life, I will always put Wanwan first. No matter what the emperor's dominance, no matter what the common people's lives are, they are no match for a Shen Qinghe. If there is any violation, I will be punished by heaven and earth, and I will die a bad death!"

The powerful oath was extracted from the past years, she did not forget it, and Shen Yanen naturally did not forget it either.

"The old man regrets it."

When a person is about to die, he speaks the words that have been buried in his heart for a long time.

"I regretted it as early as when you were killed by that poisonous woman Xie Zhezhi - in order to cure the cold poison in Wanwan's body, I exchanged my life for medicine.

"At that time, I was too extreme and forced you to swear such a poisonous oath.

"It's a good thing Wanwan doesn't know, otherwise she would have to blame me for not knowing.

"After you disappeared, her soul seemed to be taken away, and she was alive as a beautiful empty shell.

"When Wu Yong sent you the birthday gift you prepared before your triumphant return—it was the big box. When she saw the box, she begged me to bring you back."

He sighed deeply: "Your Majesty, you have to live well, for the sake of the people, for Wanwan, and for this hard-won prosperity. That oath is now void, and the old minister believes in Your Majesty."

"father in law!"

"The old minister asks His Majesty one last thing."

"Why do you need words? Father-in-law has something to do, but it's okay to say!"

……

The yin and yang energy poured into Shen Yanen's withered body like a spring breeze.

An hour later, the old man sitting on the bed opened his eyes, refreshed.

He didn't call "Your Majesty" anymore, but said lovingly, "Aheng, thank you."

Chi Heng's throat choked slightly: "Father-in-law..."

……

When the empress came, Lord Jingguo, who couldn't get out of bed, was able to walk on the ground that day. He promised to take Youan and Youning to ride a horse, but he didn't break his promise.

Clear sky, garden.

Shen Qingyan saw his father having fun leading the two little granddaughters like a big child, and suddenly felt a sense of strangeness towards that man.

When he was young, he also longed for a man like this, to take him to ride a big horse, to enjoy the breeze with him in spring, and to hunt together in autumn.

The past is like a dream and like the wind, the wind blows here and there, and now being able to see the scene that only exists in the dream of the younger generation is another sense of satisfaction.

"Are you still unwilling to become an official in the court?" Chi Heng walked over slowly and sat on the bluestone steps with him.

"His Majesty……"

He didn't finish his sentence, and the disciple came to report—Master Xie came.

Thank you sir, thank you banana.

Xie Xinglou came forward, and the foster son accepted by his deceased sister is the new generation head of the Xie family, who recognizes Xie Zhemei as the aunt, and enshrines the aunt's spiritual seat for generations.

Xie Jiao is Xie Zhemei's adopted son, but not Shen Yanen's son. This time, he is here only to visit.

Xie Xinglou raised him well, Shen Yanen was tired from playing with his granddaughter, wiped off the beady sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and took him to reminisce about the old days.

Your Majesty is here, Xie Jiao didn't stay long.

He has always been a gentleman with good manners, he does not flatter or flatter, he has a ruler in his heart, he knows what he should do and what he should not do, he is upright, he is Chi Heng's favorite straight minister.

Seeing Xie Jiao's demeanor, Shen Qingyan finally made up his mind to become an official.

Knowing that he was going to become an official, Shen Yanen smiled and encouraged his son. During the precious time, the father and son opened their hearts and talked happily.

Yin and Yang Qi can stimulate the potential of a person's body in a short period of time, but they cannot save lives.

Duke Yasukuni's deadline has come, and before he died, he called his son and daughter to his bedside.

In the short moment of flashing back to the light, he told Shen Qingyan to be a loyal person, absolutely not to be worse than Xie Jiao, and lovingly patted the little heads of the two granddaughters.

As he was dying, he waved his hand, and Shen Qingyan suppressed his grief and led the people out of the door.

Chi Heng stood guard outside the door, her heart was about to lift up, she had to cheer up, and was ready to comfort her Wanwan at any time.

Only the father and daughter were left in the room.

Shen Yanen smiled at his daughter, but at the end he couldn't speak. He gritted his teeth and wrote on the palm of his daughter with his fingers.

Happy.

Remember, be happy...

"I will." Qinghe replied with a bright smile: "I will, Daddy."

She smiled without malice, Shen Yanen thanked her for her forgiveness, and passed away.

The turbid eyes were closed, and after a long time, Shen Qinghe shed a tear and called softly: "Father!"

Only this time, no one responded.

Lord Yasukuni drove the crane west.

To commemorate Yasukuni's half life as a soldier, His Majesty buried him with the ceremony of a super general.

Autumn goes, winter comes.

It was snowing heavily.

"It's New Year's Eve again."

When the emperor and empress went out of the palace to walk on Zhuque Long Street in their free time, they didn't even bother to hold up an umbrella.

Qinghe was wrapped in a thick cloak, she stretched out her hand, and the snowflakes melted in her palm.

She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, with a pointed chin and a big slap on her pretty face: "A Chi, do you want to drink sour slice soup?"

"Sour slice soup? Think about it!"

When I was young, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Chi Heng said with regret: "It's a pity that Aunt Fat has left, and Aunt Fat's son and daughter-in-law have not returned."

"That's okay." The beauty's twinkling eyes hid a smile: "Sour sliced ​​soup, spicy soup, steamed buns, what do you order?"

"Sister can do it?!"

Qing He raised her lips proudly: "Of course."

Chi Heng hugged her happily: "Let's go, go back to the palace!"

When it was said that they were going back to the palace, the two of them were not in a hurry, they walked slowly, holding hands, their heads turned white.

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