The Emperor's Beloved Ugly Girl

"Look at you!" Fang Chengyin grins at him, but her heart is so beautiful.

"I certainly have the capital to marry such a good daughter-in-law!" Kong Wenjie's heart was in full bloom. He immediately went home with Fang Chengyin in his arms.

……

Chen Jiatun.

The bodyguard dragged Kong Wenmin, who was drunk like mud, into the room. Chen Qingxuan sent the bodyguard back. Then he looked at the man dancing on the Kang with a gloomy face. He always knew that Kong Wenmin was a shallow man. Otherwise, he would not have drunk him to the bottom of the table. But he did not know that this man was so virtuous after he was drunk. He was in the carriage just now It's also called smile, and it's also called "crop man's pretty flowers". Maybe the bodyguard's face is always serious and does not change color all the way, but Chen Qingxuan knows that at this moment, the bodyguard is going to laugh a lot. He's really lost!

Chen Qingxuan sat on the chair and watched Kong Wenmin go mad on the Kang. I don't know how long he sat there. Kong Wenmin's voice gradually dropped. He thought of the sound of firecrackers and firecrackers outside. The room was dark. Except for Kong Wenmin's babble from time to time, there was no other voice. Somehow, Chen Qingxuan looked at the outline of the man on the Kang and only one came out of his mind The deep sense of loneliness in the stock market is not only to feel lonely, but also to feel that this man is also lonely.

He retreated from his heavy cloak, lit the candle, carried the candlestick all the way to the side room, where Grandma Chen's bedroom used to be. Now it's clean, and the simple furniture is as before. Even the sheets on the Kang with flowers on the green background are still there. Chen Qingxuan stared at the excessively neat coverings, breathed a little for a while, and then put the candlestick on the table On the other hand, he walked towards the Kang step by step, and then sat on the Kang.

"Grandma," Fu said, he couldn't say anything more. He was so busy that he looked up and tried to hold back his tears. But when he saw the incense burner sacrifice on the table, he couldn't hold back his tears. Then he covered his face and fell on the Kang with flowers on the green ground, sobbing and crying. "Grandma, last year, Qingtong had an accident, and I was extremely sad and angry , and I have to rush to the capital for the exam, but I can't spend a good year with you... "

Can't say any more, Chen Qingxuan reached out and pulled the broken pillow with cotton wadding exposed into his arms, crying and twitching all over.

He had wanted to cry so much for a long time.

It's just that he can't cry easily. Now he's no longer a nobody's scholar. He's a senior scholar in Monday. He's a good example of many scholars, and he's stared at by many eyes. He's even more carrying the trust of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, so he can't cry, and he can't lose the face of the great Zhou Dynasty.

But at this moment, in this simple and cramped room, he can cry to his heart's content, and vent his guilt, debt, self blame, loss and depression He is not a minister of rites here. He is just a child who has lost his close relatives and is at a loss.

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Cry enough, Chen Qingxuan lay quietly on the Kang for a long time, listening to the sound of more and more firecrackers and firecrackers outside, he sat up slowly, then went to the outer hall to wash his face, and went back to the bedroom. Fu pushed the door open, and the strong smell of wine came. Chen Qingxuan didn't feel disgusted just now. He walked step by step, squatted in front of the Kang, and looked at the man A sleeping face.

This face is no doubt familiar to him, but at this time, looking face-to-face, Chen Qingxuan's heart gave birth to a little strange and feeling. Originally, Kong Wenmin also cried, from the eye socket to the tear mark on the nose wing, so obviously, I don't know when he cried, and I don't know what he was crying. Chen Qingxuan threw a pad and gently wiped his face and was wiping it When he reached his mouth, he heard another hoarse sigh under the veil.