Chang’an Peasant Girl

"Old man" Xiao Changyi had tears in his cold eyes as he watched the coffin being carried into the imperial mausoleum step by step.

Old man, his voice is very soft, almost inaudible. But through the corners of his lips trembling with grief, Jing Jing who was standing next to him still knew that she called Su Haoyu.

An Jing is also hating and grieving at this time.

When the coffin was carried into the imperial tomb and was about to disappear from sight, Xiao Changyi followed quickly and followed the imperial tomb. This is his father, if he can spend more time with his father, let him spend more time with his father.

By the time Xiao Changyi came out of the imperial tomb again, it was already dark.

In addition to the guards outside the imperial mausoleum, there is another person standing, that is Quiet. An Jing was waiting for someone, and the person she was waiting for was undoubtedly her husband Xiao Changyi.

After Xiao Changyi walked to her side, An Jing said: "Sir, we will definitely avenge our foster father."

"Um."

"go home."

"Um."

As soon as they got home, An Jing and Xiao Changyi found the four little guys crying.

As soon as the four little guys saw An Jing and Xiao Changyi, they ran towards An Jing and Xiao Changyi, crying and asked: "Daddy, mother, can grandpa really wake up and play with us?"

An Jing endured the discomfort in her heart, put her arms around the little ones, and comforted her: "Your grandpa also wants to play with you, but your grandma is too lonely in the sky, and your grandma is alone in the sky, so your grandpa can only go first. Accompanying your grandma, you have to be obedient, so that your grandpa can rest assured to accompany your grandma in the sky."

"Well, let's be good." The four little guys sobbed, but nodded obediently.

This day and night.

In the dead of night, the four little guys had already fallen asleep between An Jing and Xiao Changyi. Xiao Changyi hadn't fallen asleep, and it was uncomfortable to lie down. Finally, he simply got up, went out of the inner room, walked to the stone table in the yard, and sat on a stone bench. Sit down.

There was a cold moon hanging in the sky, but he didn't notice it either.

He just sat there quietly, the moonlight sprinkled on his body, staining him with a layer of silver light, and at the same time gradually revealing the grief in his heart.

He came to the Imperial Capital with his whole family just to let his adoptive father enjoy his old age in peace, but now

Thinking of this, Xiao Changyi's hand on the stone table was tightly clenched into a fist, and the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

He must kill the enemy with his own hands in order to relieve the hatred in his heart.

In the inner room, she did not sleep peacefully, fell asleep in a daze, and woke up in a daze, and found that her husband was not there, so she got up lightly and went out to look for it.

As soon as she went out, she saw her husband sitting alone in the yard, she hesitated for a moment, then went to her husband's side and sat down on the stone bench next to her husband.

As soon as Xiao Changyi saw her, he hurriedly got up and went into the house, and when he came out, he had a plain cloak in his hand, and then he put the cloak on her so that she would not get sick from the cold night. .

An Jing was both moved and felt sorry for her husband. When her husband was seated again, she tightly held his hand that was placed on the stone table again.

She didn't speak, but just held tightly, holding tightly, as if this could give him infinite strength to let him walk out of grief.

Xiao Changyi didn't speak, Ren Anjing held his hand tightly, and he was immersed in grief for a while before he came back to his senses and said in a low voice: "It's agreed to live to be a hundred years old."