----How could the two-year relationship between husband and wife be broken up as easily as she said...----
I thought back and forth, pondered left and right, and brushed my pen back and forth. When I had less than a stick of incense, I had already written the complaint. The original white paper was now lightly dyed with ink, and the fragrance of ink was faintly assailed my nostrils, waving in the night.
Scattered and elegant.
Putting the langhao pen gently on the inkstone, Jun Ziyan picked up the paper and read it carefully. Gradually, he smiled deeply, frivolously and proudly, and a sharp edge flashed in his eyes. Okay, let's write like this.
"Tomorrow, I, Junziyan, want to see how powerful your Tianyin Mansion is? How protective is Grand Master Qiu? How flamboyant is the official word Xiangguo?"
The sweet lips spoke, and the tone was more provocative. Tomorrow, she would have to meet the so-called "legal principles cannot be tolerated" in Jin Jin law.
*
Lanxi Garden
At midnight, the moonlight is cold and the orchid is falling. At night, it carries a sad and lonely fragrance, and the solitary orchid admires itself.
At this time, Wanyan Che was waking up faintly, the dizziness in his brain gradually dissipated, and everything that happened throughout the day flooded into his mind.
Su Shajue's words, the silhouette of Juejue's back on the day Gu Xiyan left the General's Mansion, the last silhouette that appeared was the scene of Ding Qianrong's struggle when he was being choked by himself, which instantly overlapped and pieced together with the scene when Gu Xiyan was being choked by himself.
into one piece.
He smiled bitterly with his pale thin lips, his heart hurt to the point of suffocation. Who did he have to say that Ding Qianrong was wrong? He had fallen into her trap, and it was also because of his lust at the time. In the end, he killed himself and Xi Yan's flesh and blood with his own hands.
What right does he have to say anything wrong about her?
Blinking his eyes open, he saw the old lady's loving smiling face. Under the lamp, the old lady's silver hair seemed to have lost all its luster overnight, and the pale white hair was like thin needles, pricking his hair.
His eyes stung, and his whole body felt a sense of pain.
My great-grandmother has lived to be sixty-eight this year, and her black hair has already turned as white as snow. This old lady is worried about herself all the time. Even though she says something to protect her family and country every time she goes out, she still
He knew that his great-grandmother always spent three days and three nights after he went to war, reciting Buddhist sutras in front of his ancestors and praying for his safe return home.
In the past twenty-six years, Wanyan Che cared most about this old man and was most filial to him. She had taught her since she was a child that she should be down-to-earth and worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth.
Before this month, he always thought that he was worthy of heaven and earth, conscience, and everyone.
However, it was only tonight that I realized that the guilt and debt I owed was so heavy.
"Che'er, just wake up. That girl Yixi just touched your weak point. It's okay. If you miss something, just miss it. Let it go and give each of you a relief. Even if Grandma doesn't like Ding Qianrong anymore, she will.
You have to look at your unborn great-grandson and let him go online now. We are all made of flesh, so why create another tragedy!" The old lady comforted in a hoarse voice, without accusations or reprimands, just warm comfort and vitality.
Her hand touched his face, but the temperature was bone-chilling.
"Grandma - -" Wanyanche's voice was hoarse, and he reached out to hold her hand that had become wrinkled and strong. It was so cold? How long had this old man guarded him? Why was he, a grandson, always worried about her? Did he take it seriously?
Unfilial, he said in a hoarse voice: "Che'er, I'm sorry for your words, I'm sorry for my unborn flesh and blood, and I'm even more sorry for you, my great-grandmother. Che'er doesn't deserve to be a descendant of the Yan family. Che'er doesn't deserve it."
Hearing this, my great-grandmother's crescent eyes filled with tears, and her chest felt so sore. Who in this world can live without a fault? She caressed her grandson's face and asked with a smile: "Che'er, do you want to talk to me? Do you feel that you have something to say?"
Have you never failed like this before? Do you feel pitiful for the flesh and blood that turned to blood?" The old lady smiled warmly, her crescent moon eyes were gentle and shallow, but there were still tears, and the doting and distress between her brows were undoubtedly revealed.
Hearing this, Wanyanche froze physically and mentally, stretched out his hand to hold the old lady's hand, holding back the tears, and nodded stiffly with sour eyes.
When he thought of what he had done to Xi Yan at that time, he wanted to kill him. When he thought of the night when he came down with a can of red flowers and saw her lower body covered with blood and sneered at him, he felt even more ashamed.
To my mentor, he is simply not a human being, worse than an animal.
"Forget it, if the fate is shallow, it will be destroyed. Didn't your mother always say it in Qiuzi'an? If the fate is deep, there will be something, but if the fate is shallow, there will be nothing. Your father was just like your mother back then, the fate was too shallow, too shallow.
If the love between you and Yan'er as husband and wife ends, the relationship between father and son will also disappear. It is your fault and your fault, but it is also destined. How can you live a life without faults in this world? The most important thing is
know how to learn lessons.
I, Xue Linhua, have never been sorry to anyone in my life, but that girl Xiyan is my lifelong regret. When you brought her to me, you were attracted by her comfortable temperament. Such a clean and uncontested woman is now
She has become covered with thorns. That's all, I can't go back. Since I can't find Yan'er, it proves that she wants to hide, so let me go!" The old lady patted her grandson's hand and advised lightly.
Let go? Wanyan Che was startled when he heard this, and his blood-red eyes overflowed with bitter tears. The fate was so shallow that it disappeared? Let go?
It's easy to say, how is it possible? After two years of marriage, he himself was carried away by a moment of greed. Now it's time for him to wake up. Since he betrayed her, he must get her back. She Gu Xiyan
Since she is already his Wanyan Che, she must die as his dead wife under Wanyan Che's spiritual throne.
With such a firm thought, he immediately stood up. Wanyanche looked at the old lady with a calm face and vowed: "Grandma, Xiyan's grandson will never let go in this life, and it is impossible to let go. Since I know that I
If she has been let down and missed, then I will find her back and I will treat her well. I don’t believe she will be indifferent to me."
How could the two-year relationship between husband and wife break up as she said?
His eyes were shining with confidence. Wanyanche, who was still crying in pain and alone, was now as fierce and decisive as a hunting eagle, full of confidence.
Hearing her grandson's resolute and decisive words, the old lady smiled relievedly and smiled happily. This is her grandson, Xue Linhua, who dares to do what he wants. She nodded and smiled, holding her grandson's hand in hers and saying, "Okay, if you know how to catch it, you can catch it."
Okay, Grandma also really wants Yan'er to come back, alas - but let everything go as it happens!"
"Grandma, don't worry, Che'er will definitely bring her back, definitely!" Wanyan Che declared firmly that even if she was kidnapped, she must be brought back to the general's mansion.
"What about Qianrong? What are you going to do with it? If Xi'er and I didn't show up, would you really strangle her to death?" The old lady raised her eyebrows and asked. Now that she thinks about the scene where she was trapped by Che'er, she is confused.
She felt scared, but now that she was pregnant with the Wanyan family's continued incense, she had to recognize her unborn great-grandson no matter how unhappy she was.