Quick Transmigration: Legendary Figures of the Ages

Chapter 175 After becoming the Wang family, her stepdaughter Qingzhao went to heaven (Thirty)

(thirty)
Sister Zhao was worried about her aging body, why didn't she worry that the mountains and rivers would be broken and the golden soldiers and iron cavalry broke through the gate of the Song Dynasty, and sister Zhao would be homeless and helpless.

In addition, Zhao Mingcheng, who was short-lived, died more than 20 years earlier than sister Zhao, and sister Zhao alone is like duckweed in troubled times.

She didn't want to take care of her sister. Before she died, she sighed quietly that this is really a long life.

Maybe it will be Ning Xi who will accompany sister Zhao.

You can see that Li Gefei has a good eye.

However, it made Ning Xi work hard.

After accompanying her, I have to accompany my sister.

After Brother Hui came back, Sun Geer asked him to face him, and repeatedly told him not to be a matchmaker for others.

Take the wrong bridge and ruin your life.

So I set up Zhang Ruzhou for sister Zhao, who is also a domestic violence man and a phoenix man.

If it weren't for the courage of sisters who are different from ordinary women, wouldn't they have been subjected to domestic violence for more than ten years, the skin was bruised and swollen, and the pain hidden by being robbed!

Li Wei was confused and could only nod in a daze.

There are countless mountains, rivers and lakes waiting for him to explore. Besides, at his age, most of the people he knows are already married and established businesses, so there is no need for him.

Li Hui looked at A Niang who was braiding her little padded jacket, "A Niang, I shouldn't be so free, right?"

The daughter of him and his wife looks very much like his elder sister.

I hope that his little padded jacket can be as strong and lucky as his elder sister.

Sunge didn't stop what he was doing, and didn't raise his head, "What if you're full and full?"

The little doll who doesn't cry or make trouble, is soft, white and tender, she likes it very much.

Sister Zhao and Zhao Mingcheng haven't continued their bloodline these years, and she didn't bother.

It is not necessarily good for outsiders to intervene in the affairs of the husband and wife.

"Auntie, you comb Niannian's hair so many times a day, is it true that she won't be bald?"

Li Qingzhao took the little girl from Singer Sun, with slanted eyebrows.

Sun Ge secretly put his hands behind his back, and looked around solemnly.

The eyes of the elderly are not good, is it normal to pluck a few hairs?

"Grandma, you're hiding your hair behind you again." The little girl began to complain softly and sweetly.

Sunge: What are you talking about? Why can't she understand.

Aunt Ning shrank her head and whispered, "Is there a possibility that the hair is stuffed under the cushion?"

Sunge: Ever since I had a baby girl, the favoritism in the family no longer belongs to her.

What should I do if I fall out of favor?
Sunge died, and he was caught off guard.

It was as if in a most ordinary morning, he never woke up again, his face only had the appearance of sleeping peacefully, and there was no trace of ferocity.

Sunge said that she was also surprised.

"lady?"

Aunt Ning pushed the door lightly and called several times, but there was still no response.

Pulling back the bed curtain, the person on the bed crossed his arms in front of his chest.

His face was peaceful, but he was no longer breathing.

"lady!"

Aunt Ning's voice was shrill, she slumped on the ground in disbelief, trembling, she probed Sunge's breath with her fingers.

Not breathing!

No temperature!

Her wife passed away so quietly.

Tears welled up in her eyes, at this moment, Aunt Ning only felt her heart ache.

"lady……"

Aunt Ning kept repeating.

It seems that as long as this is done, the lady who has accompanied her through thousands of mountains and rivers and given her love and respect can be awakened.

Sun Ge looked at Aunt Ning who was crying in despair and grief, and wanted to come forward to comfort her.

Unfortunately, no one can see her, and no one can hear her speak.

It seemed to be dead, but not completely dead.

Breaking away from Wang's body, but still staying in this world.

Perhaps, the time has not come.

Aunt Ning's miserable cry shocked Li Qingzhao and Li Hui.

The two hurried over one after another in a hurry.

Li Qingzhao's heart flustered, he clenched his fist and nails stuck in his palm without realizing it.

In front of the door, Li Qingzhao stopped suddenly.

She is afraid.

She was afraid that her mother would really leave her.

The fear of this bad news is true.

But obviously, a famous doctor just checked the pulse a few days ago, and Auntie is well.

No one knew what A Niang's existence meant to her.

Not just loved ones!

When A Niang smashed the courtyard wall of Sister Zhang's house with her head, it also opened up her courage to face the wind and rain bravely.

Poetry attainments are of course important.

But what A Niang gave her was never just these.

She has always claimed that she will not entrust her life's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys to others, but in fact she does.

A Niang's existence, to him, is a beacon, a reliance, and even a belief.

If possible, she would like to share some of her life with A Niang.

Li Qingzhao stood at the door in a daze, his expression was full of fragility and fear, like a child who couldn't find his way home.

where is she

Where is her aunt?

"Eldest sister, go in."

Suppressing his grief, Li Nai pulled Li Qingzhao across the threshold, through the screen, and saw the person lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Gray hair.

Wrinkled.

Dry lips.

However, his expression was so serene, and there was still a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, as if he had a good dream.

Sunge only took one look, then turned away.

It turned out that she was already so old and ugly.

I don’t look in the mirror all day long, thinking that I’m just out of energy.

Fortunately, she didn't insist on keeping the little girl doll last night, otherwise she might scare the children.

Li Qingzhao leaned over in front of Sunge, wrapped his arms around Sunge's waist, and wet his clothes with tears.

The low sobs gradually turned into howls.

Sun Ge also felt stuck in her heart when she looked at it. This was the first time she witnessed her own farewell with her own eyes.

Sister Zhao is in pain, so what about the past?
When she left in the past, did the people beside her suffer as much as sister Zhao?

Did the first emperor, the majestic and magnificent first emperor, shed unknown tears for him?

Like the breeze in the mountains, whether the elegant and pure exiled immortal also drank alone against the moon for a long time, and could no longer recite the opposite shadow to form three people.

She reversed Gao Changgong's fate and changed his regret of passing away with a glass of poisoned wine, so she is bound to bear the karma of that early death.

I don't know, after she died.

Gao Changgong, who is as lingering as jade strings, is also supporting that new great empire alone.

I don't know if the son of the clan succeeds to the throne, whether he can be suspicious of his great achievements.

Thinking of all the past, Sunge seemed to be infected by the sadness in the room.

It turns out that the long life I have gone through is all about sincere support.

At this moment, Sunge really wanted to cry.

The clear and loud cry of the little girl who staggered over made the room full of sadness even more intense.

"grandmother!"

"grandmother!"

The little girl doll doesn't know the sorrow in the world.

All she knew was that the grandmother who would braid her pigtails, feed her candy, tell her stories, and make her toys would never hold her in her arms again.

She didn't know what she was crying for.

But, I just want to cry.

for a long time……

After a long time...

(End of this chapter)