Chapter 4631

Zhuang Qingyun came back to his senses, and couldn't help but feel a little funny when he heard what Mo Siyu said. It's so good to be young. Although impulsive, he is full of enthusiasm, vigor, and willing to love and hate.

Unlike him and Qin Wuyan, when they were young, they were like water plants growing in the gutter, they were disliked by others, and they might be destroyed at any time.

After finally climbing to the top of power, after going through hardships, he desperately climbed to the pinnacle of power. Finally, his destiny is in his own hands, but he finds that there is nothing left but power. Stepping stones to the summit.

The heights are extremely cold, and they finally lived themselves as a lonely family.

But if their lives were to start over again, they would probably still choose this way.

Because there is only one choice, otherwise, it is a dead end, as long as you want to live for a long time, there is only one way to go.

Zhuang Qingyun didn't know how to comfort Qin Wuyan, the poor man who buried his soul in the lonely grave with Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Qingyun sighed silently, raised his feet and walked back, but a figure drifted past around the corner, leaving only half of the robe corner embroidered with dark auspicious cloud patterns with gold and silver threads...

Zhuang Qingyun stopped in his tracks, stunned for a moment, and when he hurried over again, the man had already disappeared.

Qin Wuyan went back to the wing room, sat on the side of the bed, not daring to touch Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers.

His eyes fell on the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hands, and he saw that those hands were as white as flour without the slightest color of blood, and the black and blue veins spread out intricately like vines on the back of the hands, and the manicured pointed nails showed Light teal sheen.

Qin Wuyan couldn't help holding this hand, clasped his fingers tightly, and brought the back of Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand to his lips: "No, no, Xiaoyu, you will always be with me ..."

He got up and picked up Zhuang Xiaoyu, put him on the wheelchair, pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu out of the wing room, and muttered in a low voice: "My husband took you out to bask in the sun, but you haven't been in the sun for a long time."

The noon sun was hot and dazzling. Qin Wuyan stood in the yard with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. He squatted beside Zhuang Xiaoyu, slightly lifted Zhuang Xiaoyu's small face, and turned her face to the sun.

Maybe it's because the sun is too bright, maybe Zhuang Xiaoyu's body has already become a vessel for Gu worms to live in, Qin Wuyan stared at Zhuang Xiaoyu's thin eyelids.

Something seemed to be swimming under the eyelids.

Qin Wuyan blinked, and when he looked over again, he couldn't see it anymore. He thought it was just his own illusion.

Qin Wuyan squatted in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, slowly stroked her smooth cheeks with his fingertips, gently opened her eyelids, looked at the muddy color that was no longer black and white, his heart seemed to be split There is a gap, and the cold wind is pouring into it...

The servants stayed far away from this side, and had long been accustomed to Qin Wuyan's behavior.

Is there anything more unbelievable than that a high priest can sleep with a dead body for ten years?

I don't know how long he had been in the sun, Zhuang Qingyun came over, looked at this scene, recalled what Mo Siyu had said to him in his mind, and couldn't help looking at Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Qin Wuyan glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Qingyun said: "Yan Qing said, the mausoleum you ordered to build has already been built, when will the little young master's tomb be moved there?"

Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu to go out, "I will take Xiaoyu to have a look first."