Ninety-ninth bowl of soup (15)

No one saw Lu Yangzhi's smile again.

He didn't like to laugh. Except for the gentle appearance in front of Qinghuan, his whole person was like ice. After Qinghuan died, he lived as before, just as she once told her to do everything she should do. Done.

The elders were getting older and heartbroken, and they were lying sick in bed. The old man and the old man lived in Lu's house. One day the old man and the old man played chess, and the two of them blushed and had a thick neck. I had eaten this piece of you, and I wanted to regret the piece that you stole my piece. It was making a fuss, and suddenly it quieted down.

Usually at this time, A-囡 will show up with a smile, the old man is a stinky chess basket, she will help the old man a few steps, and then rub the old man, say a few thoughtful words, he will naturally be satisfied, the final draw, everyone is happy .

But Xiao A-nan will never show up again.

Two aged old men, look at me and I will look at you. They won't quarrel or quarrel, staring at the chessboard in a daze. At this time, a slender jade hand stretched out. First, he took a step to help the old man, and then stuffed a piece of orange candy in the old man's hand, and then went away, hiding his merit and fame.

The old lady and the old lady were wondering how to make more delicious mung bean cakes, and finally figured out a way. The hot mung bean cakes were put on the table, but no one moved, and no one could eat them. They were in a daze. Suddenly someone sat down, poured a cup of tea, slowly eating up the whole plate of mung bean cake piece by piece, and took the orange candy on the table all the year round.

Lu Zhihan’s study was sorted out, and every book in the Lu family’s library had been read. During the Dragon Boat Festival, everyone received a gift that could not be beaten over the years.

It's like...Little A-Nan just changed a way to accompany them.

As people get older, they become more fragile, but slowly it gets better, Lu Yangzhi seems to have become another Lu Qinghuan, silent and reticent, yet gentle and caring.

He performed well at the Dali Temple. The emperor quickly promoted him and was transferred to the official position. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the emperor was training him. Now that the sage is getting older and the princes are more of an adult, he has begun to look for a successor.

Not many people were happy on the first Lantern Festival after Qinghuan's death. Lu Yangzhi changed into his official uniform and went out to look at the lantern alone, remembering the words on the note, and couldn't help taking a jug of wine with him and sitting by the river. Others were setting the lanterns, and he was drinking the wine inside. When the little girl was still alive, she had always wanted to taste the sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed, but she couldn't drink alcohol physically, so Lu Yangzhi, who liked wine so much, didn't drink any alcohol. He didn't start to drink alcohol until she died.

Even the note says that she wants to drink, she can’t drink while she’s alive, she thinks about drinking from time to time after death, and she wants to see flowers, but her yard is now full of flowers and buried under the peach trees. The best daughter is red, wine and flowers are there, where are people going.

Lu Yangzhi narrowed his eyes, and the children on both sides of the river were in pairs, everyone was happy, and he alone bore the loneliness.

"...Brother Lu family? Why are you here? Are you, are you here to light the river lantern?"

Lu Yangzhi followed the voice and saw a girl with a slender waist and a slender waist in a white dress, standing in front of him with a rabbit lamp in her hand, her face full of concern. Not seen for a year, Ni Ya's height has been drawn, and she looks more girlish, charming and moving. She cautiously approached the person she wanted, and also tested his bottom line to see where other people could touch his heart after Lu Qinghuan's death.

She stayed in peace for a whole year, until it was another year of Lantern Festival. The calm of the year was enough to make Ni Ya confident of her plan and would not be seen through by anyone. I heard that Lu Chunrong has now been sent to the country village. Even if Lu Chunrong didn't mean it, she could not escape the death of Lu Qinghuan.

To Ni Ya's expectation, Lu Yangzhi, who turned a blind eye to her on weekdays, turned out to be amiable after a year. He even picked up the hip flask and waved to her: "Come here."

Ni Ya was overjoyed, but still remembered to be reserved. After carefully approaching, I discovered how handsome and beautiful this young man who had grown into a man was under the moonlight. She took out the kerchief and placed it on her body, sitting closer to Lu Yangzhi, and said softly, "Brother Lu Jia——"

"You read that poem once and listen to me."

Ni Ya was stunned for a while, and saw the full moon willow trees and the lights, and she understood what he was talking about. So he chanted in his most beautiful and pitiful tone:

At Yuan Ye last year, the flower market lights up like the day. Willow heads on the moon, people meet after dusk.

At Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the light are still the same. No one from last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

After chanting, Lu Yang stopped laughing suddenly. He was originally a handsome boy, and he was very handsome if he didn't smile on weekdays. Now when he laughs, it's like an iceberg melted and red is everywhere. He can see Ni Ya's heart beating like thunder, and his eyes are straight. Later, she heard his rare not-so-cold tone, and said to her: "Do you think, after this Yuan Ye, how will I treat you?"

It is ridiculous that Ni Ya thought he was analyzing his own thoughts! I was excited and was about to answer, but suddenly stopped, because Lu Yangzhi's smile was fleeting, and he was even more indifferent than before! He stood up, the hip flask was tilted, and he looked at her condescendingly and took out a bright red flower.

Ni Ya shocked!

Oleander flowers!

When Lu Yangzhi passed by her, Ni Ya didn't know where his courage came from, and grabbed his hem, "Brother Lu Family! Let me explain to Brother Lu Family! This matter has nothing to do with me! Sister Qing Huan's death. I am also sad, I—"

"Is it important?" Lu Yangzhi threw her away, watching such a beauty fall to the ground and cry. "The important thing is that I want to make death a thousand times, ten thousand times more painful than her."

With a gentle tone, Ni Ya had envied Lu Qinghuan who could be treated with this tone countless times, but now he also talks to her like this, but it makes her horrified. It seems that she has seen the person who coldly dropped the token in the previous life. Prime Minister Lu, her head gurgled twice on the ground, blood was flowing from her neck, but he left without even looking.

Ni Ya was too scared to speak, and trembled violently. She wanted to explain and quibble, but she found that in front of Lu Yangzhi, it was useless to say anything. He didn't know what he found. Even if she did not do it, he would not let her go, let alone... She did it.

She hasn't regretted it, even complacent with her calculations, but now she is scared, her legs trembled, she couldn't stand up, and she was weak. She could only watch the terrible person leave step by step, and she was about to wait for the most terrible one. revenge.

So Ni Ya didn't dare to go out. She stayed at home all day and didn't dare to go out. Sometimes when going out, she must follow the protection of the inner and outer layers. But it didn't work. Finally, when she accompanied her grandmother to go to incense, she was abducted and then left naked on the street.

Regardless of how she was being insulted, her father immediately sent her to the nun's nunnery, saying that Miss Ni Jia died suddenly. In this so-called nun's house, she saw Lu Chunrong who was said to have been sent to the countryside.

Lu Chunrong completely changed his appearance, but Ni Ya only later knew what he was doing here.

She is here to test the medicine.

Lu Yangzhi completely "disappeared" in the world. No one knew that she was alive, so even if she died here, no one would care, let alone worry about her. She has to take a lot of medicines every day. The pain is rotten in her intestines, vomiting blood and rolling, but it is useless, no matter how much she hurts, she will not die, she will be rescued, and then take another medicine, and then hurt again. Being rescued, there is no end to the reciprocating cycle. After a long time, Ni Ya even begged to die quickly!

If you die, you don’t have to suffer. How can people live so painful? Did she live again just to get this ending?

She never even saw Lu Yangzhi again, the man didn't bother to see her at all, and let her struggle in a place like this. Whenever she was in distress, Lu Chunrong looked at her and smiled.

"You borrowed my hand to kill Lu Qinghuan, look at it, now you fished it, or I fished it?" Lu Chunrong laughed. "Ni Ya, we both have to die here, but I'm so happy, you know? At least Lu Yangzhi didn't treat me like you did. He just asked me to look at you every day and wait for you to die."

Ni Ya cried and rolled around begging for mercy and calling for help, but here, no one would care about her, let alone anyone come to save her.

All of her scheming methods cannot be used here.

She could only do this until her body collapsed completely and she could no longer bear it.

And Lu Yangzhi, still serving as his official, one day he has the power to help the little emperor create another prosperous age. He slowly sent away his grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, and father, but he remained solitary and never married.

Later, the little emperor grew up slowly, ready to give the king the uncles who had no guts to rebel and treason under Lu Yangzhi's iron blood pressure system. Lu Yangzhi said that he was able to take his own role, so he wanted to resign and return to his hometown. The little prince shamelessly refused to let him go, and insisted on making him a king with a different name.

It's not easy for the teacher to teach himself for so many years, especially when the father went early, he is the teacher who brought up the teacher, what happened to the king of a different surname, he has to give a fief!

It's a pity that the teacher doesn't want it.

When preparing to choose a title, the little emperor hesitated for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable one, so he had to ask the teacher what word he liked.

The teacher smiled and said, then block me, "the old next door".