Liang Yan gave birth to twins. With the help of Liang Yan and the emperor's uncle, the fourth prince inherited the throne, worked hard to govern the country, and created a prosperous era.
In the end, the Tangzhou Prefecture Storytelling Competition came to an end, with Yizhi Haitang taking first place and Mo Cizui taking second place. Taohua Bookstore also saw a dramatic turnaround, signing many promising storytelling writers after the competition.
Getting a good ranking in the storytelling competition should have been a happy thing for Shen Ci, but the joy was diluted by Chengzi's death.
The authorities investigated tirelessly for several days, but ultimately came to an unexpected conclusion.
"Xiao Ci, let Chengzi rest in peace." In recent days, Shen Ci has been running around in the government office and staying by the side of the dead Chengzi, feeling dazed.
In ancient times, there was nothing good to preserve corpses, so even if they were reluctant, Orange had to be buried.
In the end, Shen Ci agreed.
Even though they didn't believe in their hearts that Orange's death was an accident, the government had already investigated and the facts told them that it was an accident.
There was a drizzle, like a thin layer of mist. Qing'er looked at the boy's slender back through the mist.
In front of the boy was a small grave mound. Today was the day that Chengzi was buried. The others had already left, but Shen Ci remained here.
The rain was very fine, but the young man could not stand in the rain for a long time. The mountain was very quiet, with only the sound of wind blowing through the grass and trees.
Qing'er sighed slightly and walked forward: "Xiao Ci, let's go back." The boy had been standing in the rain for a long time. He was afraid that if he didn't take shelter, he would get sick. "Chengzi would definitely not want you to be so sad for him."
Shen Ci slowly turned to look at him. A lingering sadness and melancholy etched across her beautiful face. Her thin lips were pressed into a pale, stiff line. Her eyelashes were damp, and it was hard to tell if they were stained with rain or tears.
He took one last deep look before turning around and leaving with Qing'er.
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[You guys need to study hard and listen to your teacher, okay?] Shen Ci gestured.
In front of him stood about ten little guys, wearing new clothes and carrying small book boxes. Behind them was a private school.
Because he was not at ease, Shen Ci gestured again and again, talking about the things he needed to pay attention to when going to the private school.
"Brother Ci, please slow down. It's too fast and I can't understand it." Li Zi, who was responsible for translation, was a little anxious because she couldn't understand some of the sign language.
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.
Suddenly, Yuzu started crying.
"I miss Brother Orange so much..."
"Me too. Brother Orange said he wanted to study with us."
"Brother Orange..."
Maybe emotions are contagious. When Yuzu started crying, the other children also started crying.
Chen Ci's fingers were stiff as he gestured, and they curled up after a long while. In the past, Chengzi always translated for him. No matter how fast he gestured or how difficult it was to understand, Chengzi understood it and then translated it accurately to others.
Now, he has left them forever.
"Okay, stop crying and wipe your tears. It's almost time to go to the private school." Shen Chaomu took out a handkerchief to wipe their tears, and finally watched them enter the private school.
Chen Ci looked at their backs, and in a trance seemed to see Orange's small back. If, if Orange was there too, how nice it would be.
In this storybook competition, he won second place and received a 300-liang silver reward. The money Yang Han had earned from storybooks was also repaid to him by the government. Now, Shen Ci was not short of money.
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