Mrs. Zheng made a loud noise, and Nan Wanwan also felt extremely embarrassed.

She replied stiffly, "If this is the case, then please forgive me for not sending it far." ”

"Bastard!" Mrs. Wu scolded, "The daughter who got married spilled the water." You want to come back, I don't have the face to open the door to welcome you. ”

"If the Marquis of Chang'an Mansion doesn't want you, you can go find a beam and break it yourself." Mrs. Wu said ruthlessly.

Nan Minxing's childish voice sounded in this stiff atmosphere: "Great-grandmother, will there be only me and you in this Hou Mansion from now on?" ”

"Great-grandmother, how can you afford to hold Min Xing when you're so old?" Nan Minxing said such words in his mouth, but his hands wrapped around Su Zhaoning's neck.

Although he was taught many talents by his former personal mother, he did not include the pros and cons in the face of life and death.

Intuition made Nan Minxing choose Su Zhaoning.

He felt that this mother, who was like his grandmother and always grasped her own practice and reading, although she was a little strict, she was very trustworthy. He trusted her to protect herself.

Su Zhaoning looked at the two grandmothers, took a step back, and said, "Grandmother is right. A married daughter is the water that is spilled. Grandmother should take Wanwan away. ”

These two grandmothers are obviously not the same person.

"You go too." Mrs. Wu turned her face away, and there were already tears in her eyes.

At her age, she lost her husband, her son, and two grandchildren.

She knew that her body could no longer protect anyone.

Mrs. Zheng looked at the second granddaughter who was married to a wife and asked for the last time: "I can afford to raise my own girl in the Marquis Mansion of Chang'an." Zhaoning, will you go back with me? ”

"Zhao Ningsheng is Nan Huaixin's person, and death is Nan Huaixin's ghost." Su Zhaoning looked at the coffin in the main hall with attachment.

I'll keep this home for you, and you must come back and give me an explanation. Su Zhaoning believes that some people leave not forever.

"Good! If you are so obsessed, I won't force the old body. In the future, don't say that the Marquis Mansion of Chang'an is your maiden home. Second child, this daughter, from today onwards, you will be gone. After Mrs. Zheng scolded Su Jingzheng, she walked out of the mourning hall directly.

Su Jingzheng, who was named, looked confused, why did the topic suddenly come to him?

The Marquis of Chang'an hurriedly caught up with his mother, and then helped Mrs. Zheng to continue walking.

Mrs. Chang'an Hou took her son and left the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion together: "Jinyu, go with your mother." ”

Su Jinyu took Nan Wanwan's hand and glanced back at Su Zhaoning in the mourning hall.

He wanted to block the wind and rain for her, but she only pushed Nan Wanwan over.

Without her advice, he would have protected Nan Wanwan. The wife room is a family, and so is the younger sister. He didn't want to give up any of them.

Feeling the rejection in Su Zhaoning's eyes, Su Jinyu could only look back and glance at a certain place.

This is a temporary withered pear tree like the Marquis of Chang'an, which represents a promise for his brother.

When winter goes to spring, pear blossoms will always bloom again. The love between brothers and sisters will always continue in the future.

Su Zhaoning met Su Jinyu's gaze again, and she nodded cautiously.

She understands her brother's intentions.

Putting down Nan Minxing in his arms, Su Zhaoning knelt down and kowtowed three times to Su Jingzheng, who was stunned in the mourning hall.

"The daughter wishes her father happiness for the last time."

Su Jingzheng had a mist in his head.

Is he going to die for the last time? I really can't speak. But this is not unreasonable. She won't be his daughter anymore.

No, what are you here for today?

From walking in to now walking out, he hasn't said a word, and no one has asked him a word.

In short, after he entered and exited, he lost an eldest daughter.

Dare to love his mother and take him out once, just let him do the loss of his daughter?

In the cemetery of the Nan family, Su Zhaoning stood aside with Nan Minxing in his arms, and methodically ordered people to carry the coffin and bury it.

Until the soil completely buried the black coffin, Su Zhaoning did not shed a single tear.

Nan Minxing hugged Su Zhaoning's neck and asked her, "Mother, aren't you sad?" ”

"Mother crying, can your father come back?" Su Zhaoning asked Nan Minxing in his arms.

"My father is so ......," Nan Minxing turned a stiff turn and replied, "It seems that he can't come back." ”

"Yes. Your father has no conscience like this, so he will naturally be punished by God. Su Zhaoning replied.

When Nan Minxing heard this, he couldn't help but look up at Su Zhaoning.

The mother's expression still looks very sad. But when he heard this just now, how did he feel that his mother's tone had a kind of gnashing of teeth?

Never mind. Anyway, Dad doesn't know.

Today, my mother is uncomfortable enough, so I will hug her myself.

Nan Minxing put his head on Su Zhaoning's head and hugged Su Zhaoning tightly with both hands.

In another part of the cemetery, the fourth prince looked at the mother and son who were about to get into the carriage.

He said to the guards behind him, "Su Zhaoning is not sad at all. ”

"But she looks like this, I feel very distressed when I look at her." The guard behind the Four Princes replied.

His voice sounded unfamiliar, but those eyes were very familiar.

The fourth prince turned around and said to the guard: "If you have seen her, you can go with confidence." ”

"Where's Qichen?" The man with the same eyes as Nan Huaixin asked.

The fourth prince frowned, sighed, and replied, "When Ah Bao was pushed down by the imperial brother today, I didn't come out. You know, that's all we can do. ”

The guard didn't speak again, and his eyes were firmly locked on the carriage that was far away from the Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.

In the carriage, Su Zhaoning was holding Nan Minxing in her arms, and her body was also a little trembling.

Nan Minxing felt this trembling, raised his hand and touched Su Zhaoning's forehead. He asked, "Are you cold, mother?" ”

"I'm not cold. I just miss your dad. "Su Zhaoning didn't see anyone suspicious. However, the moment she got into the carriage, she really felt that familiar gaze very clearly.

She felt that he was looking at himself.

She could even feel his distress.

He's alive. Sure enough, he was still alive.

Su Zhaoning hugged Nan Minxing in his arms and put his eyes on the other party's clothes.

Nan Minxing felt that something was wrong, and reached out to push Su Zhaoning: "Mother, what are you doing?" ”

"Hey, mother, why are you crying? You didn't cry just now, why are you crying now. Nan Minxing pushed Su Zhaoning harder, "Mother, this dress is new, don't cry dirty." ”

The child's voice is always high-pitched, and in this quiet twilight, it can be heard for a long distance.

And those who practice martial arts can hear more clearly.

The fourth prince and the guard he brought over all paused.

The guards were the first to look back at the carriage.

The fourth prince reminded: "It's better to cry than to die." ”

The guard clenched his fists and forced himself to turn.

His heart was torn into many petals. The child's voice kept echoing in his ears: Mother, don't cry. Mother, what should I do if you are going to cry so much that you are going to die?

I'm sorry, Zhaoning. Although I want to stay with you every day, I want you to be safe for the rest of your life.