Chapter 122: You only gave that thing to me?

Wen Qingsong covered his abdomen and stared at Wen Rufeng in shock.

His Feng'er is the eldest son of the Wen family, whom he has high hopes for.

But Feng'er has not been smart since childhood, and his reaction is much slower than boys of the same age. Even the famous scholars in Rongcheng are unwilling to accept Feng'er as a student.

That winter, water froze into ice. He held Feng'er's little hand, braved the heavy snow and walked through Chengdu, taking him from house to house to find the teacher.

He carried boxes of gifts on his back, bowed his head, put on a smile, and sacrificed his dignity in front of the gates of those famous teachers, before he finally invited a good enlightenment teacher for Feng'er.

later……

Wen Qingsong clearly remembered that in his previous life, Feng'er was ranked third in the imperial examination, which was very glorious.

Although he was a minister at that time and the Wen family was considered a hot new upstart in the court, in the capital where status was judged by family background, the Wen family was still a long way behind those royal families with strong backgrounds and complicated connections in terms of bloodline and in-laws.

So he followed his trend and continued to deliver invitations from house to house, making friends with the dignitaries one by one. The golden bricks of Qilin Lane wore out his boots, and the century-old plaques bestowed by the emperor bent his spine.

It wasn't until Feng'er got engaged to a princess of a distinguished royal family that he finally relaxed his brows. His most precious seed of the Wen family was finally able to take root and sprout like a dandelion in the capital, where every inch of land is worth a lot of money...

The prefect's mansion, a bedroom in the side courtyard.

Wen Rufeng was a weak scholar, and this knife still failed to kill Wen Qingsong.

He pulled out the dagger tremblingly, his face pale, "Dad, I'm sorry..."

Wen Qingsong twitched and rolled off the bed, his blood staining the bedding red and dragging a horrifying blood-red trail on the floor tiles.

He touched the two bloody holes on his abdomen, then stretched out his bloody hands and tightly grasped the hem of Wen Ruyun's robe. He looked at Wen Ruyun, and as soon as he opened his mouth, blood oozed out from between his teeth.

He said with difficulty: "Yun... Yun'er..."

His Yun'er was smart since he was young. He knew what being decent meant earlier than the other children. Whenever he went to the academy to study, he had to wear silk clothes, because he would be laughed at by his classmates if he said he dressed poorly.

So he lived frugally and was reluctant to wear silk clothes himself, but he gritted his teeth and bought two sets of clothes for Wen Ruyun.

He still remembered the moment he led Wen Ruyun out of the cloth shop, and Wen Ruyun proudly said in her childish voice, "When I was little, Daddy bought me silk clothes. When I grow up, I'll buy Daddy a large courtyard with five entrances and five exits to live in, three thousand servants, luxury cars, and become the richest man in the world!"

What a filial child.

Wen Qingsong was like a defeated dog struggling to survive. Holding on to the last glimmer of hope, he stared at Wen Ruyun, hoping that he could save his life.

Wen Ruyun remained silent, and took the dagger from Wen Rufeng in the blind spot of Wen Qingsong's sight.

He hid the dagger behind his back, knelt on one knee, and looked Wen Qingsong in the eye. His tone was gentle, "Dad, don't be angry. We were just putting on a show for Governor Mu. You take a nap, and when you wake up, we will take you home. In the future, my brother and I will definitely fight for your honor."

Wen Qingsong's tense body finally relaxed a little.

However, just when he relaxed, Wen Ruyun raised the dagger high and stabbed him in the abdomen fiercely and neatly.

Blood splattered on Wen Ruyun's cheeks and white clothes.

He lowered his head and looked at his father.

Wen Qingsong was like a dying fish on a chopping board, his eyes were bloodshot and twitching violently, but Wen Rufeng and Wen Yueyin held his mouth and body tightly.

Wen Ruyun wiped the dagger and said, "If you want to blame someone, blame Wen Xingluo. Who told her not to use the power of the Zhenbei Palace to rescue you? Even if she didn't want to save you, she could have warned us about the trap in the Taishou Mansion earlier, and things wouldn't have gotten to this point! Therefore, the source of all this evil is Wen Xingluo. When you go to the underworld, remember this: if you want revenge, go find Wen Xingluo."

Wen Qingsong gradually stopped twitching.

Wen Yueyin and Wen Rufeng slowly let him go. He curled up on the ground, his eyes cloudy and old.

When he was dying, he couldn't help but think that as a father, no matter how bad he was, there was always one good thing about him.

Governor Mu threatened to kill his children and force him to reveal Wei Si's secret, but he refused.

He was clearly still buying time for them, so why were they so anxious?

Of these children, two are his sons whom he has high hopes for, and one is his daughter whom he holds in the palm of his hand. How could he be so cruel?

Also, Wen Xingluo.

Hearing the falling stars...

At this moment, Wen Qingsong couldn't explain how he felt about his little daughter.

if……

If he had treated Wen Xingluo better at the beginning, would things not have developed to this point today?

If he had not been partial, there would have been no talk of changing the prince's wife, and their entire family would not have perished together.

He is still the prominent minister of the dynasty, his three sons are all promising, his youngest daughter is the crown princess, and his grandson will be the new emperor of the Great Zhou.

He will be able to call the shots in the court and have power over the world.

Hearing the falling stars...

Hearing the falling stars...

It turns out that among his children, the one who is truly capable is his youngest daughter.

That little daughter whom he had despised and abandoned...

Wen Qingsong stared at the dark night outside the window, two lines of turbid tears rolling down the corners of his eyes.

A shooting star is streaking across the window frame.

Gold Courtyard.

Wen Xingluo calmly burned the secret letter.

She walked outside and saw a shooting star streaking across the sky.

The girl rolled up her skirt, lifted her pearl shoes, and walked down the steps outside the corridor.

Xie Guanlan stood under the eaves.

More and more meteors appeared in the night sky. They swept towards the north with great momentum, and the long comet tails they left behind cast a large area of ​​brilliant starlight on the Zhenbei Palace.

The girl stretched out her hands toward the sky, as if to catch snowflakes, trying to catch the fleeting starlight.

As she spun around, Xie Guanlan saw that her fresh and delicate little face, as rosy as peach blossoms, was filled with the joy of new life, as if she was celebrating Wen Qingsong's death in her own way.

He looked at her for a long time, then walked towards her step by step.

He held her hand, "Wen Ningning."

Wen Xingluo slipped into his arms.

The rich scent of sandalwood hit her face and lingered around her body.

She took a few deep breaths, rested her cheek on Xie Guanlan's chest, and whispered, "Thank you, brother."

Thanks to him, she understood how painful Wen Qingsong was before his death.

She didn't know whether Wen Qingsong would regret or feel guilty at the moment of his death.

But even if there is, she will never forgive.

Wen Qingsong is not worthy of being a husband because he imprisoned his mother, and he is not worthy of being a father because he murdered his children.

She was extremely happy that he died tragically in a foreign land as a criminal!

Xie Guanlan lowered his eyes.

The little girl in his arms was fragrant, soft and clean, and she lay in his arms like a delicate little bird.

Due to the difference between men and women, he did not touch her. He only said, "Seeing you are so happy, I guess there is no need to collect the body and erect a monument."

"Collect the body? People like him are not worthy of collecting bodies. They should be thrown into a mass grave to rot and stink."

Perhaps worried that her tone was too sinister and would leave a bad impression on Xie Guanlan, Wen Xingluo pursed her lips and turned away.

Her hair was a little loose.

She pulled out the golden butterfly hairpin from the side of her bun and held it between her lips, then used her five fingers to comb her long black hair and tie it up again.

Xie Guanlan still looked at her.

She had a very beautiful posture when combing her hair. She tilted her head slightly, and her long black hair slid through her fingertips, revealing a section of her jade-colored neck. She looked like a tit hiding in a peach tree, carefully pecking and combing her bright and beautiful green feathers to welcome the arrival of spring.

Xie Guanlan didn't mention Wen Qingsong again. He just secretly grasped the sachet on his waist and asked, "You only gave me that thing?"