Chapter 777

Zheng Guogong said: "if you don't believe me, ask Sangui. He knows very well."

Mrs. Zheng was also in a hurry: "how can this be good? If Zhongwen knows the news, how can he stand it?"

Late at night, Zheng Zhongwen sat in his study for a whole day. He wanted to break his head and couldn't remember the time when he saw her. What was wrong with her? Why did she die in just three months? Is human life really so fragile?

From dawn to night, from night to dawn, and from dawn to night, he locked himself in his study for two days and nights. The people outside did not know how many times he had clapped at the door.

He suddenly got up, took out all the paintings in the jar, spread them on the ground one by one, and looked at them carefully, as if to carve the beautiful face into his bones. The pain in his chest was numb, as if he could not feel the pain.

When all the pictures had been seen once, he sat all night with his arms in his arms. He didn't put one of the pictures in his hand into the fire until dawn.

Like their fate, with the painting, with the ash, with the wind, no trace.

When he opened the door, it was all the people who cared about him. He raised a haggard and pale smile: "I'm ok, the wedding is still the same."

The Duke of Zheng hesitated on his face: "or I'll go to your mother to talk to Lord Xue and Lady Xue. It's not too late to postpone for a while."

He shook his head: "no need. It's the same for early and late. There's no need to slow down."

After that, he quickly went back to his room and changed into a court uniform.

After the emperor woke up, he had not been facing the imperial court. He stayed in the Yuhe palace all day. When he entered the palace, the royal doctor was making a diagnosis and treatment for the emperor. Then he retreated back. It seemed that he did not know what to say when he saw the emperor, but somehow he still came here.

After thinking for a long time, he still chose to go back, leave the Imperial Palace, try on the auspicious clothes, prepare for the wedding, pretending to be an innocent person. Only he knew how painful his heart was, which made him unable to breathe.

"Wang Ye, if you want to cry, you should cry. Didn't miss Qi say that? It's bullshit when a man has tears. When he is sad, he will cry, no matter whether he is a man or a woman. "

Zheng Zhongwen squinted at him and said lightly, "do I look sad?"

Sangui nodded: "yes, you look very sad."

Really? He turned to the bronze mirror, looking at himself in the mirror, expressionless, joyless and pathetic. Where did they see that he was very sad?

Sangui sighed: "Miss Qi said that life and death are all destiny, but I don't think a person like Miss Qi is short-lived."

Zheng Zhongwen condenses three expensive: "you left a miss Qi, right a miss Qi, do you know her very well?"

Sangui nodded and then shook his head: "it's not that I know her very well, it's that you know her very well."

"To what extent?" He asked.

Three expensive way: "close, although not married, but better than husband and wife."

Zheng Zhongwen doesn't understand: "what is better than a couple even though they haven't married?"? You say white. "

Sangui thought about it and smiled twice: "in fact, I know that you used to sneak into Miss Qi's room every night when you were in Jincheng."

Zheng Zhongwen frowns. He used to spend the night in her room? Last time in the Zhou Dynasty - she was clearly a virgin.