Chapter 200: Funeral letter

Ancient romance
The second chapter of the letter of death
On the day of the earthquake, the ink did not follow Gu Xiran's return to the government. As for whether he had recovered afterwards, Gu Xiran did not know. He saw him at the moment. He was first glanced, and then he was happy. Finally he saw his white dress. Another accident.
If you remember correctly, these servants wear filial piety for Gu Xitian, but it is only a filial piety at the waist. It has not yet reached the point where it is plainly white, and the feeling of dyeing ink at this time is rushing, apparently saying something happened.
Only after thinking about it, dyed ink has rushed to the front, and suddenly fell to the ground: "Emperor"
Gu Xiran pulled him up: "What happened?"
Whoever wants to dye the ink will burst into tears: "Small is to find the second lord to report the funeral, lord... the lord has not been a few days ago..."
Gu Da is gone.
In this case, Shu Huan and Gu Xiran were also taken aback.
Slow down the temper, Gu Xiran pulled him again: "When you get up and talk, what is going on?"
Dyeing ink stood up and cried: "The old man was sick, and he caught up with the disaster in the city. He managed to escape his life. But the road was drenched by the rain, and he was cold. When he arrived in Suhe City, he was bedridden. It took no more than a few doctors to take turns, and for two days, it was... it passed away..."
Gu Xiran was silent and did not answer the moment.
Dyeing the ink sleeves and wiping the tears again: "Taijun, she is overly grief, and she is ill... The doctor said that even if he saved his life, this future... In the future, he can only stay in bed, can’t get up and take action. Up..."
He said two news messages in succession. Shu Huan was speechless for a moment. She had hated Gu Da and Lao Taijun, and the family who had been rotten into the bones. But now she has already left, and it’s not really big. Hate, look back, the feeling of disgust is light.
People die like lights, those hatred, hate, blame, sway in the wind, and only sigh.
Gu Xiran asked this question: "How did you find it?"
"Zhang Shaoye went to Suhe, and the second master's family visited once and reported a letter to Taijun, saying that you are the second brother and you..." Dye said here, looked at Shu Huan, barely smiled and said: "Say you and your grandmother are here, Taijun will let me come to report the funeral, saying that the lord's aftermath is waiting for you to go back to the restaurant."
Shu Huan involuntarily reached out and took Gu Xiran's sleeves.
Relieved, but let her go back to the family that made her very unhappy, she was unwilling to be ten thousand, not to mention that Laotaijun only said that she was waiting for Gu Xiran to go back to the funeral, and she did not say anything about her. It is said that the second grandmother is also a bad name for dyeing ink, so she shouted.
Gu Xiran naturally understood the heart of Shu Huan, and the backhand grasped her hand and held it tightly.
At that time, the prefect of the government learned that the servant of the family had found it, like a mourning, and immediately went to Ji Danqing to catch up. He happened to hear the words of the ink, and he was very anxious, but he did not wait for Gu Xiran’s statement. I started the handkerchief: "This...how suddenly there is such a thing...this is really..."
What is it, he is not convenient to speak.
Jingtiancheng, this stall, where he cooked, came to Gu Xiran to take the idea for him to complete, now Gu Xiran if you go back to a funeral, this stall, who will take over? If you don’t want to go back, people are dead relatives, married grandmothers, and if they encounter such a thing, they have to resign to the Holy Land and go back to the funeral.
"The prefect of the grown-up." He said this, Gu Xiran naturally did not pretend that he did not see him, gave a courtesy, and greeted him.
The prefect of the government has a look of constipation. It is very entangled. I don’t know what to say. I can only nod my head: "The festival is mournful."
Here, I knew that it was a prefect, and I hurriedly went to see the ceremony. Then I went to Gu Xiran: "Two Lord, what else do you want to pack? If not, this is the same as a small piece to go to Suhe."
I didn't want Gu Xiran to squint for a while, and even shook his head: "The lord's aftermath, I am annoyed with the two masters and Xiren food, I can't walk here."
When you hear this, everyone reacts differently.
Ji Danqing has a gentle face, Du Qiu also looks the same, and is expected to be in the middle.
Shu Huan can naturally expect his decision, but still a little relieved.
The most exciting ones are the prefects and the ink, one joy, one worry, and the look on the two faces is a strong contrast.
Dyeing the ink and pumping his nose, crying and sorrowful face: "How can you not go back to Erye, home..."
When the prefect is present, many words are not clear. Gu Xiran can only interrupt him: "I don't want to go back, but I can't go back at the moment."
He said that he had his hands on his back and looked at him: "Look at the devastating eyes in front of you, and the people who are still waiting for it, are coming into the winter. These people are still displaced, and there is no food and clothing. Look at the prefect. Adults, these days, people have been reduced by a circle. Dr. Ji is also busy day and night. The idea is to use a limited amount of medicine to prescribe medicine. How can I go?"
When he said this, he would still be able to respond in the future. The prefects were so excited that they burst into tears. When they stepped forward, they patted his shoulders hard and made two voices: "Good"
However, after the words were finished, I remembered that the other party had just suffered the pain of the loss of the father, and the prefect was a little embarrassed, and then he shot him twice: "The festival is mourning"
Which one has a black belly like this, it is clearly broken with the family, and I don’t want to go back~EbookFREE.me~ I don’t want to go there for the sake of the roots, there’s nothing to do with Gu Dachong’s filial piety, but I’m going to have a bright and big The reason, by the way, also gently patted the prefect of the prefect
Shu Huan got an internal injury, and the lips and corners were somewhat pumped up. Ji Danqing also looked at Gu Xiran without concealing it. His eyes showed a helpless smile. As for Du Qiu, it was more direct and directly smashed. Give him a white eye and look at the sky with his arms.
They stayed with Gu Xiran in one place for two or three days, and they knew him very well. These words were so eloquent that they couldn’t help but dye the ink.
Sure enough, there was no accident in the ink, and it was not touched by his high-wind festival. Instead, he swallowed his mouth and thought about it. He finally thought about it and finally asked: "You can't tell Taijun." ......"
Gu Xiran’s idea has been fixed, and he has never hesitated:
Go back and tell the truth, Taijun will not blame you for the lord’s side. It’s my disappointment. I can’t give it to the elderly. I’ll bother you to go back and make more heads for me before the spirit. Burn a few more incense sticks."
After the words, he suddenly sighed and waved: "Go back."
The crux of Gu Xiran's reluctance to go back is still in the things that Laotaijun personally did. This is very clear in the mind of the ink. I know that it is not helpful, and then I look at the prefects with a look of relief and nodded silently. He didn’t dare to say anything more, he wouldn’t know if the government would kill him with his eyes.
He had to kneel down and gave Gu Xiran a sigh of relief. He said sincerely: "You should be sad and take care of you."
Going away in a hurry, returning to Su Hecheng to find the old woman to return. . . . .
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