1976.Chapter 1975 The flowers are in full bloom 34
Chapter 1975 The flowers are blooming (34)
She has a baby face that looks much younger than her actual age, so if you don't say anything, you wouldn't know that she is almost thirty years old.
"Xiao Ai, I know Muzi can't get married, but what about you? Why don't you find a man you like to live with? Let's not talk about the outside world, let's talk about the fantasy alliance. In fact, there are many good young men..." Xia Yucheng
He withdrew his gaze from her face, picked up the pen again, and wrote on the rice paper, "If there is any violation, I am willing to die."
Xiao Ai watched from the side, and the hand that was grinding the ink gradually slowed down, then got slower and slower, and finally stopped.
But she still maintained the posture of polishing ink, and there was clearly a look of fear in her eyes. Her hand slipped, and the ink stick fell on the table, contaminating the table and splattering some ink on the table in front of her.
On rice paper.
"Ah! I'm sorry, ma'am, I'm sorry..." She was so frightened that she suddenly woke up from a dream. She reached out to clean up the contaminated rice paper and forgot about the piece of ink.
Following her movements, the ink fell from the rice paper onto her clothes, and her white apron suddenly became darkened.
"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Xiao Ai was in a daze, and her hands were already stained black with ink stains.
"It doesn't matter, the rice paper is stained, just change it. If the skirt is dirty, just wash it. But some people value reputation more than life, so what should I do?" Xia Yucheng didn't care about getting herself dirty.
With his hand, he picked up the ink block that fell on Xiao Ai's skirt and placed it on the Fang Duan inkstone, "Do you remember the oath of the dead soldier?"
Xiao Ai was silent, a sourness welling up in her heart, which rushed to her nasal cavity and stimulated her tear ducts.
She started to like Zhu Huan when she was very young, and she continued to like him. In the end, she regarded this kind of liking as a habit. She was no longer an innocent little girl, and Zhu Huan also had frost on her temples.
That day, she also joked with him and asked him why he didn't dye his hair. He smiled and said that even if he dyed his hair, he would dye his hair silver.
Zhu Huan said that he was old.
When Xiao Ai thought of this, her heart felt like it was being pulled hard by a big hand. Zhu Huan is old, what should she do?
In a daze, she seemed to see Zhu Huan, a silver-haired man, standing alone in the desolate cemetery of the Feng family, staring at the cold tombstones.
The dead can be buried in the ancestral tomb of the Feng family, and can be buried next to their masters. It is a supreme honor. They will continue their glory and dignity together with the ancient Feng family.
"I will loyally protect your life and protect your name and honor for the rest of my life. If I violate it, I will be willing to die!" Little Love whispered the oath of the deceased in pain, and her eyes were gradually blurred by the tears that overflowed from her eyes.
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She lowered her head to wipe her face with her hands, and the ink stains on her fingers were smeared by the warm tears and stuck to her cheeks, and she didn't even notice it.
If the rice paper is dyed, just change it. If the skirt is dirty, just wash it. But some people regard reputation as more important than life, so what should we do?
Just like Zhu Huan, throughout the long years of the Feng Family Fantasy Alliance, he was the only one who was a dead soldier beside two generations of family heads. Such honor cannot be tarnished at all.
Xiao Ai thought about what Xia Yucheng said, and her whole body seemed to be torn apart by the cruel reality.
She dropped the rice paper and suddenly fell to the floor, kneeling in front of Xia Yucheng and crying: "Madam... it's all my fault, it's all my fault..."