With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

Feng Qingjiu was stunned.

[Tongtong, how could it be...? ]

System: [Host, your mother's life span was originally only about a month. You were away fighting, and she was worried about you at home every day. In addition, she caught a cold, which caused her life span to be greatly shortened.]

Looking at her stunned daughter, Song Shu asked, "Ajiu, what's wrong?"

"Ajiu...?"

Feng Qingjiu finally came back to her senses, and tried her best to suppress her emotions, and forced a smile: "It's okay, mother, I'll prescribe some medicine for you later, and you'll be fine after taking it."

"I told you it's okay!" Song Shu said with a smile.

"Ashu...!" Gu Jingan also rushed over at this time.

Looking at the dusty Gu Jingan, Song Shu glanced at Wang Qiu who followed him and said, "Ah Qiu, are you talking too much again?"

Wang Qiu lowered his head and said nothing.

Gu Jingan came forward and held Song Shu's hand: "Ah Shu, don't blame Wang Qiu. I told her to watch you and to go to Gu Mansion to inform me if anything happens."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere right now?"

Song Shu shook her head: "No, I just caught a cold, it's okay."

"…………!"

A warm courtyard and pavilion.

"Grandpa, Uncle Gu, my mother may only have about ten days to live." Feng Qingjiu looked sad.

"What?" Gu Jing'an staggered a few steps.

Song Huaili's voice trembled: "Xiao Jiu, is your mother really...?"

"Grandpa, I don't want to believe this fact either." Feng Qingjiu lowered his eyes, his eyes red.

There was a "clang" sound, and something fell to the ground.

The three people in the pavilion looked towards the source of the sound.

Song Shu was seen standing not far away with a dazed look on her face, with osmanthus cakes all over her feet.

"mother……?"

Oh no, my mom heard it.

Song Shu walked slowly towards the three people.

"Ashu...!" Gu Jing'an looked worried.

"Shu'er, why are you here instead of resting in your room?" Song Huaili supported his daughter and was about to go back.

"Dad...!" Song Shu looked at her father with disbelief in her eyes: "Just now... was what you said true?"

"Shu'er...!" Song Huaili didn't know how to start.

"In just ten days, it turns out that my life has already started counting down." Song Shu lowered her head and tears began to fall.

Seeing Song Shu like this, Gu Jingan felt very distressed.

“Ashu…!”

The grandfather and grandson left tactfully, leaving only the two of them.

Gu Jingan hugged the person in front of him tightly in his arms: "A Shu...!"

"Jing'an, let's forget about our marriage!" Song Shu closed her eyes and spoke slowly.

Hearing this, Gu Jingan let go of Song Shu, looked straight at her, and said in a gentle voice: "A Shu, are you ready to leave me?"

"Ah Shu, even if I can only be your wife for one day, I will be happy. Please don't abandon me, okay?"

"Jing'an...!" Tears kept flowing from Song Shu's eyes and she couldn't utter a word.

"Ashu, can we get married tomorrow?" Gu Jing'an's eyes were full of anticipation.

Looking at the person in front of her, Song Shu finally nodded: "Okay...!"

Hearing the answer, Gu Jingan smiled, and his smile was so happy.

Song Shu also laughed.

"…………!"

forecourt.

Feng Qingjiu sat on the swing under the big tree with empty eyes.

"Xiao Ajiu, your mother has no regrets in her life." Song Huaili sighed and said.

System: [Host, please stop being like this. Everyone will die eventually, but those who die later will die sooner.]

Feng Qingjiu spoke slowly: "Grandpa, if my mother had not married Feng Luo but Uncle Gu, wouldn't she be very happy now?"

Song Huaili: "Maybe! But your mother said that even if time could be turned over again, she would still choose to marry Feng Luo because she doesn't want to lose you."

"My mother is so stupid." Feng Qingjiu sniffed.

After a while, Gu Jingan and his friend walked out hand in hand.

“Mom…!” Feng Qingjiu stood up.

Song Shu looked at her daughter and smiled: "Ajiu, my daughter, you are a good child."

Gu Jingan looked at Song Huaili and said respectfully, "Uncle Song, Ah Shu and I are going to get married tomorrow."

Seeing the determination in the two's eyes, Song Huaili showed a kind smile: "Tomorrow is good, tomorrow."

"…………!"

Because time was tight, Feng Qingjiu asked all the servants in Prince Rong's mansion to come and help that night.

Although time is tight, it does not affect my preparation of a ceremonial wedding for my beautiful mother.

The main color of the scene is red, with gold as the secondary color.

Feng Qingjiu carefully transformed the cozy courtyard into a dreamy fairy tale world, with every detail revealing romance and warmth.

At the gate, an arch woven from flowers stands quietly guarding, with gorgeous petals dancing in the wind.

There were flowers decorating both sides, and rows of lit candles winding along both sides of the red carpet.

Looking at the arranged wedding scene, Feng Qingjiu couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in his heart.

That night Feng Qingjiu did not return to the palace, but stayed with his beautiful mother.

The mother and daughter slept in each other's arms.

"Ajiu...! In this life, I have no other wishes except for you to be safe and happy."

"Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you must be strong and brave. You must learn to be independent, learn to distinguish right from wrong, and don't easily believe what others say."

Feng Qing was sobbing from the alcohol that he could not make a single sound, and he just held his beautiful mother's hand tightly.

"Good girl, don't cry." Song Shu gently wiped the tears from her daughter's eyes: "Even if mother is gone in the future, mother will always protect you."

"You don't have to feel sad for me. I can see that you have found happiness, and I have no regrets in this life."

"Amo, he's a good boy. Mom can see that his heart is all on you. But Jiu, a man's heart is the most difficult thing in the world to figure out."

"You can believe in love, but you can't rely on it completely. People change. He can love you today, and he can love someone else tomorrow. In the future, he should love himself more."

"In this life, if someone loves you, you are lucky. If someone doesn't love you, then we must have the ability to make ourselves happy."

"Besides, Ah Mo will be the king of a country in the future, Ah Jiu, you have to be mentally prepared. A king of a country will inevitably have three harems and six courtyards."

"As the mother of a country, you must be tolerant, understand?"

"In the harem, the most taboo thing is jealousy. Since ancient times, many concubines have lost their lives because of jealousy."

That night, Song Shu talked a lot and in the end she didn't know how she fell asleep.

Looking at the sleeping face of his beautiful mother, Feng Qingjiu revealed a bitter smile.

"Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of myself in the future...!"