The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Look at how you look! Fang Chengyin rolled her eyes at him, but she was extremely beautiful in her heart.

To be able to marry such a good daughter-in-law, of course I have the capital! Kong Wenjie was so elated, he hugged Fang Chengyin and went home happily.

...

Chenjiatun.

The guards dragged the drunk Kong Wenmin into the room, Chen Qingxuan sent the guards back, and then looked at the man dancing on the kang with a sullen face. He always knew that Kong Wenmin was shallow, otherwise he would have He won't get drunk enough to get under the table, but how could he know that this man is so virtuous when drunk, just now in the carriage, he was shouting and laughing, and he sang The Peasant Man, Pretty Flowers , even though the guard kept a serious face all the way, but Chen Qingxuan knew that at this moment, the guard was going to laugh so hard, it was really embarrassing!

Chen Qingxuan sat on the chair and watched Kong Wenmin go crazy on the kang. After sitting for an unknown amount of time, Kong Wenmin's voice gradually dropped, and he remembered the sporadic sound of firecrackers and firecrackers outside. There was a raving, and there were no other voices. For some reason, Chen Qingxuan looked at the outline of the man on the kang, and only felt a strong sense of loneliness in his heart. Not only did he feel lonely, but he also felt that this man was also lonely.

He took off the heavy cloak on his body, lit the candles, and carried the candlesticks all the way to the side room. The bedroom that used to be Grandma Chen's bedroom was now cleaned up. The simple furniture and furnishings were the same as before. The bed sheets with green background were still there, Chen Qingxuan stared blankly at the overly neat bedding, breathed out for a long time, then put the candlestick on the table, he walked towards the kang step by step, and then Sitting on the kang.

Grandma, as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more. He raised his head in a hurry, trying to hold back his tears, but he couldn't hold back his tears when he saw the incense burner sacrificial objects on the table. So he covered his face, fell down on the kang with green background and sprinkled flowers, and began to cry, Grandma, last year, something happened to Qingtong. I haven't been able to spend a good year with you...

Unable to continue, Chen Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pulled the broken pillow with cotton wool exposed into his arms, crying until his whole body twitched.

He has long wanted to cry like this, long ago.

It's just that he couldn't cry easily. He is no longer a sour scholar who no one cares about. He is a senior member of the University, an example for many scholars, and how many pairs of eyes are staring at him. Ya's trust, so he can't cry, and can't lose the face of the Great Zhou court.

But at this moment, in this simple and cramped room, he can cry as much as he wants, express guilt, debt, self-blame, bewilderment, depression... the complex emotions intertwined with various emotions, here, he is nothing Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, he is just a child who has lost a loved one and is at a loss as to where to go.

...

Enough crying, Chen Qingxuan lay quietly on the kang for a while, listening to the louder and louder firecrackers outside, he sat up slowly, and then went to the outer hall to wash his face , went back to the dormitory, and as soon as the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol came into his nostrils, Chen Qingxuan didn't feel disgusted just now, he walked over step by step, squatted in front of the kang, looked at the man's sleeping picture Face.

This face was undoubtedly familiar to him, but looking at it face to face at this time, Chen Qingxuan felt a little strange and emotional again. It turned out that Kong Wenmin also cried, and the tear stains from the eye sockets to the wings of the nose were so obvious. I don't know when he was crying, let alone why he was crying. Chen Qingxuan threw the veil over and gently wiped his face. Just as he was wiping his mouth, he heard another cry from under the veil. A hoarse sigh.