Chapter 4249

Thinking of Zhuang Xiaoyu, Min Rui suddenly remembered something, he closed his eyes, and said to Min Zhixing, "Father, I'm tired, let me be alone for a while."

Min Zhixing was heartbroken, and couldn't bear to continue sitting on the bed, hid his face and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The sound of footsteps outside went away, Min Rui opened his eyes, struggled to get up from the bed, almost knelt on the ground, crawled to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, and took out a stack of The well-preserved envelope grabbed the oil lamp on the table, broke it, lit it, piled it up, and burned it...

The room was full of smoke and dust, and before the paper was burned to ashes, it still showed Zhuang Xiaoyu's signed name, the small characters were beautiful, and the person was just like the name.

He still remembered that Zhuang Xiaoyu's handwriting was obviously not so good at the beginning, but after marrying him, she lived in the Buddhist hall all day long, copying the Peace Sutra for Qin Wuyan whose whereabouts were unknown, and her handwriting improved by leaps and bounds... ....

During that time, it was winter, and she was afraid of the cold, but the Buddhist hall was very cold, her fingers were so frozen that she couldn't even hold a pen.

He asked someone to bring out a fox fur from the storeroom, asked Yu Sui to help cut it out, sewed it into a pair of gloves and put it on her hands, and even made a few fingers to prevent her hands from getting frostbite …

The smoke and smell from burning in the room alarmed the servant outside. The servant opened the door and saw Min Rui sitting on the ground leaning on the leg of the desk, with a broken glass lamp beside his feet. Things were burnt and looked like pieces of paper.

The little servant was about to die of anxiety, "Master, what are you doing? Is there anything you can't wait for the little one to go back to the room?"

After saying that, he went to help Min Rui. Seeing that all the envelopes had been turned into ashes, and there was no more piece of paper in it, Min Rui breathed a sigh of relief and let the servant help him up. to the bed.

The boy changed his clothes, brought a basin over, and wiped the black ash on his face and hands, crying while scrubbing.

Min Rui stared at the young man for a while, and said, "I'm leaving soon, you can go too, leave Min Mansion, and go wherever you want."

The servant kept tearing down his tears: "Master, you bought the little one. I've been with him all my life, and I've tasted all the delicious food and drink. I don't have any regrets. Wherever you go, the young master will take care of you." where to go."

"My money has always been kept by you. Take the money and leave the Min Mansion." Min Rui gasped for breath, swallowing the fishy sweetness welling up in his throat: "As long as you follow what I said Do it, and the master will let you go."

Hearing this, the boy couldn't help feeling sad, "Master..."

He didn't do what the young master said, but betrayed what the young master said, and told the Patriarch everything that happened in Qingyu Temple in detail.

He's afraid he won't be able to leave.

It is also very good to be buried with the young master, and there is a care along the way.

Min Rui noticed something was wrong: "Did you tell the Patriarch the truth?"

The boy dared not admit it: "No..."

Min Rui closed his eyes: "That's good, you go, after you leave the Min Mansion, this matter will rot in your stomach, so as not to bring trouble to Miss Zhuang, and avoid trouble to the Min family."

Boy: "..."

The young man looked at the ashes on the ground, seemed to understand something, and asked, "Master, what did you burn?"

Min Rui replied weakly: "A few volumes of damaged pages, nothing."

Boy: "..."