After Dawn Chapter 23: Male Queen (2)

"Ever since the young lady got married, although the master has not shown it, he has always missed you..."

Mother Song died very early. Song Qingran was only six years old when she left. She only remembered that she was a very beautiful and gentle woman. When she smiled, there would be two shallow pear eddies on her cheeks and her eyes were curved. The corner seems to be full of stars.

Father Song is a very serious person. He usually behaves and does things in a straight-forward manner, and speaks in a sour tone. Only in front of her, he looks like a hairy boy. When she laughs, her face turns red and stutters. , even the eyes do not know where to look.

After her death, although many people persuaded Song's father to find another mother for Song Qingran and Song Chen, he never remarried. He was both a father and a mother, pulling the two sisters and brothers together. big.

Although his father usually behaves very seriously, Song Qingran knows that he is just a paper tiger and is most afraid of his daughter's tears. As long as she drops the golden beans, he will soften his heart.

"When the master left, the biggest regret was not being able to see you before dying..."

Qing Ran stood in front of the Song family's ancestral hall and closed her eyes. At that time, she was under house arrest in Qifeng Palace by Zhou Jingsheng. Even if the news of Song's father's death came, she repeatedly asked to go home to see him for the last time , and was also placed under house arrest by Zhou Jingsheng, who prevented her from telling Song's father about her and Song Chenchen's affairs.

——How could she say that.

She can take care of this filth by herself, how could she let her father die.

When Zhou Jingsheng finally opened his mouth to let go, Song's father had already closed his eyes. She rushed to Song's house, only to hear a wailing sound.

Pushing open the door of the ancestral hall, the sunlight poured in, and the first one to shine was Song's father's tablet, and next to him was Song's mother's tablet. There was a mat for kneeling on the ground, but Qing Ran didn't seem to see it.

The toxicity of the fireworks in March is onset, her appearance is more and more delicate and moving, her skin is more and more fair and delicate, the sun falls on her face, just like shining on a fine suet white jade, glowing with warmth of light.

However, such beauty is gained by burning life. At the same time, there was an ant-biting pain.

However, her expression has not changed much, she is quiet and peaceful, as if the person suffering these pains is not her.

Kow down the first head, thanking my parents for their kindness.

Kow down the second head and forgive the unfilial daughter for not being filial to her parents.

Kow down the third head and forgive the unfilial daughter for not letting the Song family honor their ancestors.

Kow down the fourth head and forgive the unfilial daughter for making the face of the century-old lintel of the Song family pale.

……

"Enough." In the end, Zhou Jingwen couldn't help pulling her up.

Qing Ran's head was kowtowed hard and hard. Her forehead was full of blood and blurred. When she was pulled up, her mind was already a little blurry. If you say that at the beginning, she still remembers every kowtow. Saying a word in front of her parents' spirits later became a subconscious action, and she even had the urge to die in front of the spirits.

I'm going to die anyway, it's better to let all the time before death be used to atone for sin.

"You!" His reproach came to his lips, but he couldn't get it out.

Qing Ran stood up and swayed, then fell into his arms. He closed his eyes tightly, breathing weakly.

"Abo, hurry up and bring the medicine chest."

……

There are no outsiders here. Zhou Jingwen took the medicine box that Abo handed over and wiped Qingran's forehead with a warm handkerchief. Even when she was in a drowsiness, she frowned slightly.

He felt a little distressed, but he knew that if the wound was not wiped clean and the medicine was applied, Qing Ran would be disfigured nine times out of ten.

"Huhu, but it doesn't hurt, brother Huhu doesn't hurt anymore..." He carefully blew on Chu Qingran's wound, just like when the two of them played together when they were young, Song Qingran broke her knee. While applying medicine for her, he whistled for her, and told her very seriously that what he was blowing was immortal energy, and the pain would soon be relieved.

As if hearing his words, Qing Ran's frown slowly loosened.

"Brother..." She opened her lips slightly, and Zhou Jingwen heard her call.

"Brother!" Her voice was a little anxious, becoming sharp and hurried.

Zhou Jingwen quickly grabbed her hand waving in midair: "I'm here."

Qing Ran quickly calmed down, and two lines of tears fell from her temples to the core of the pillow.

"Brother..." The infinite grievances seem to have found a place to talk. For the first time in fifteen years, Song Qingran's face removed the disguise of belonging to the queen, acting like a little girl to the person she trusted the most.

She pursed her lips, and before she said anything, tears fell first.

"Brother, where have you been? Of course you're going to get married. Why don't you come and marry me?"

"Brother, the harem is terrible, there are many bad women with honey belly swords..."

"Brother, are there many beautiful girls at the border, will you forget me..."

"No, never." Zhou Jingwen rubbed the back of her hand with his cheek, "How could I forget you..."

Fifteen years after he went to the border, his affection for Song Qingran did not weaken with the distance and time. Instead, it was like the brewing of fine wine.

He is four years older than Song Qingran. When Song Qingran got married on the thirteenth, he was just seventeen years old. Fifteen years have passed, and now he is twenty-two in his thirties. An ordinary man in the Zhou Dynasty is his age. , has long been the father of several children, but he has yet to marry and have children, because he can't let go of Song Qingran.

"Daddy died..."

"My brother died..."

"They're all dead, but they're going to die..."

Zhou Jingwen panicked for a while: "However, what did you say?"

Qing Ran didn't answer him. He almost trembled and put his hand on the tip of her nose, feeling the warm breath, and a stone hanging in his heart fell to the ground.

"Qing Ran, you won't die, I won't let you die."

It's too late.

The Qing Ran you were thinking about is dead.

She died in the deep palace, and she could not leave the place where she had been imprisoned all her life.

She entered the imperial mausoleum, and she never saw the person she hid in her heart until she died.

And now this Qingran, the only remaining lifespan is less than twelve hours.

……

Qing Ran fell asleep for a short time, but she woke up in half an hour.

Opening her eyes, she is the empress who is ruthless and lustless, without joy and sorrow.

"Of course, you're awake." Seeing her opening her eyes, Zhou Jingwen's face naturally showed a smile. Even after fifteen years of separation, he still had no strange feeling about her. The one he was familiar with said, "Are you hungry? Would you like to eat something to cushion your belly?"

"Let go." The cold and indifferent voice sounded, and the atmosphere between the two suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The expression on Zhou Jingwen's face froze, and there was a flash of hurt in his eyes, and he let go of his hand a little lonely, and didn't talk about the previous matter: "I'm sorry."

He got up, backed out, and then the maid who was guarding the door brought in the washing water.

……

"What did you say?" Zhou Jingwen grabbed the collar of the messenger and asked with a grim expression.

"This morning the emperor has given the Empress the Empress with fireworks in March." The dark guard who was caught did not change his face, and answered his question faithfully.

March fireworks, March fireworks...

Nice March fireworks.

"I'm going to ask the emperor." Mingming said back then that even if there were other reasons for marrying her, he would never fail her.

In recent years, although he was far away from the border, he kept an eye on her movements at all times, knowing that she was doing well, and the emperor, just as he said, gave her the status of the most honorable woman in the world and gave her supreme right.

Why did he finally see her once, but he could only accompany her through the last part of his life.

And this journey is only a few hours short.

"Where are you going?" I opened the door and saw Qing Ran standing in the corridor not far away.

Zhou Jingwen wanted to walk over, but found that he couldn't move. If he saw her in the past, he wished he could grow wings and fly to her side instantly, but now his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't lift them up.

"I'm going to find the emperor." After a long while, he said this sentence with some difficulty.

"Do you want to ask him why he put me in the cold palace or why he gave me poisoned wine?" The expression on Qing Ran's face was very peaceful, "No need to ask."

What else is there to ask? Even if asked, there would not be the answer Zhou Jingwen wanted.

Zhou Jingwen's eyes dimmed, he closed his eyes, he really had nothing to ask.

March fireworks are poison without solution. Even if he gets the answer from Zhou Jingsheng, the people in front of him will not survive tomorrow.

"Of course, I know that the best doctor in the world is outside the capital. I'll take you to find him." He said unwillingly.

"No need." Qing Ran shook her head lightly, "I don't want to waste time."

"Qing Ran..." he called out, "Have you ever blamed me?"

"No complaints."

"Have you ever hated me."

"Do not hate."

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and before he could say anything, he heard her continue: "There is no love, where does hate come from."

He was drained of all energy in an instant.

With that, she turned and walked out.

"Of course, I'm sorry for you."

"Of course, you can forgive me."

"Ran Ran..."

The person walking in front stopped suddenly.

"Ran Ran..." He stepped forward, and in front of them was a lotus pond, "Do you remember when you were a child, you said you liked lotus flowers, and I picked them for you, but fell into the pond and ate a mouthful of mud. ."

"Forgot." She said coldly, Zhou Jingwen was a little disappointed, but not too depressed.

Qing Ran turned to leave, and he continued to chase after her.

"Of course, do you still remember that osmanthus tree? You couldn't climb up and down, so I insisted on hugging you, but we both rolled down together."

In the courtyard of the Song Mansion, there are too many beautiful memories of the two of them. Every time they walk, those memories flood into Qing Ran's heart like a tide. Zhou Jingwen whispered in her ear about the two of them The memories are getting smaller and smaller.

"Ran Ran..."

——How can you forgive me.