Troubled times male concubine [time travel]

In the breeze in May, the cherry red is remnant, the red is gone, and people can't sleep.

Leisure Garden

Jiang Tianyuan woke up.

The man with sunken eye sockets, haggard look, frosty sideburns and overgrown beard has a trace of clarity in his eyes today.

Jiang Yushu and Jiang Yuzhi waited quietly, while Jiang Qiushi quietly wiped away tears with a handkerchief.

Everyone's complexion is not good, and they know it well.

——This is the image of the returning light!

He is really leaving.

Jiang Tianyuan slept for four days, and it was rare for him to wake up. He saw that there were two children beside the bed.

——Jiang Yushu had a sullen face and didn't speak, the forbearance and pain in his eyes covered up the charm of Tsinghua University.It was rare for Jiang Yuzhi to be quiet, and she didn't think about killing, so she stayed on the sidelines. The illiterate man didn't know how to speak, and leaned on the elevated shelf by the window with his fists folded.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.

He spoke kindly, with an unstable tone: "Yu'er, father... failed to help you, but dragged you down and made you an unfilial person..."

Jiang Yushu calmly walked to the side of the couch, and shook Jiang Tianyuan's hand, "Father, no, it's because the child is too paranoid. If the child doesn't check Fenghe, he doesn't use himself as bait. Perhaps, father can still be well, not now Like that."

The man on the couch smiled gently, "Son, father has been so smooth all these years, and it is considered God's love. What is there to be afraid of death? Father, I have never been afraid..."

"But the boy is afraid of losing his father and relatives." Before he could finish speaking, he took the words.He who has always been calm, actually had a slight tremor in his words.

Jiang Tianyuan looked deeply at the person in front of him, his anger was like a thread, and he comforted him: "Child, don't be afraid! Life and death are just a moment."

The elegant man's lips were gray and white, and he tried his best to endure the heart-piercing pain. The tight outline on his face buried the gentleness of the once gentle smile.

How can it be so fast?It shouldn't be like this!

Coming to this other world, I am already alone.God, how cruel did you treat me, Jiang Yushu?

"Father, my child has found out who harmed you, and my child will definitely let them join you."

Jiang Tianyuan looked at him quietly for a moment, then shook his head, "Son, let it go. Life and death are up to you, father doesn't hate, don't complain... Don't let stubborn obsession fool you."

"But, you are the father, Qingyu's relative..."

"—Let it go!", he advised him to let it go, but how could Jiang Yushu, who cared about his family, let it go, he is a person who believes that man can conquer nature!

He is silent.It expresses his reluctance to let go, his determination not to let go.

Knowing that the persuasion was fruitless, the man shook his head slightly.

The fact that cannot be changed can only be silently responded.

Jiang Tianyuan leaned against the couch, looking at Jiang Yuzhi quietly with a gentle and loving smile.

"Yuzhi, come here..." He beckoned to him.

Jiang Yuzhi walked heavily to the side of the couch, lowered her body, "Father!"

"Son, you've seen how the mansion looks like now. After your father leaves, you... take good care of your mother. Don't think about going to the battlefield."

Jiang Yuzhi's biggest dream in this life is to wield a knife and carry a gun, fight on the battlefield, and be a bloody hero, a hero who stands proud of the world.

Now, Jiang Tianyuan's words made him hesitate.Inheriting the family business meant that he could only stay in the mansion and be a person who depended on shade for a living.Fighting on the battlefield means that returning home is far away, and even dying on the battlefield means that there is no way to be filial.

The noble family business, the ambition on the battlefield.

——"You can't have both fish and bear's paw." [From (Mencius) "Fish I Want"]

He hesitates, filial piety, ambition.Winding around him, like twin vines (wan four tones).

Young and frivolous people can't do both, and follow the most primitive ideas in their hearts.

"Father, what my child loves most in this life is the battlefield. Yuzhi can't do what father asks."

"Pfft!~~~~~", the person on the couch vomited blood, his face flushed, which was obviously a sign of his blood swelled after being out of breath.

"Bastard!—cough... cough..., your second brother has married into the royal family, your mother... naturally wants you to take care of it, you... think about... the battlefield, how dangerous is that place? Do you want you Mother...'White-haired people give black-haired people'???"

Jiang Yuzhi stopped talking, he was struggling, thinking, his face was solemn and deep, and he was deeply helpless.

He thought that if his parents were well, he could join the army and do what he loved the most.

He thought that if his second younger brother married the royal family, he would be safe and the family would be prosperous forever.

But he forgot, the family is so filthy, how could it be so easy for An Ran?

A teenager's mind is simple.

Love and ambition, what is the redemption?

"Father..., do you have to make a choice? There is only one year left, and Yuzhi will be able to join the army when she turns eighteen." The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and the bronze-colored skin was actually pale under the shreds of sunlight.The helplessness on the face made people feel depressed and heartbroken.

Jiang Tianyuan tried his best to breathe out, his eyes were full of pleading, "Son, I beg you..., your mother is... alone... lonely."

Jiang Qiu stayed by the side from the beginning to the end, her beautiful eyes were a little blurred because of the long-term crying and sadness, and she couldn't see people and things clearly.

She knew that it was meaningless to cry any more. When supporting everything in the mansion, she knew that she had to grit her teeth and be strong, otherwise Ronghua would not be in the mansion when the two-bedroom and three-bedroom group lived together.

Jiang Qiushi was relieved and understood, "Master, don't force Yuzhi, a good man should stand proudly on the battlefield! I am not afraid of myself..." The woman spoke confidently, and she looked at Jiang Yuzhi for a moment, full of pride.

At this time, Jiang Qiushi was really not afraid.Because she already had a plan in her heart.

"Hey~~~~" He was speechless, sighed and worried.

"Yuzhi, father doesn't force you. It's just... no matter what... you must live, so I will... give your mother... a thought."

Jiang Yuzhi hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

This kind old man did not force himself, Xiaoyi was in power, he still lovingly perfected himself.He is in pain...

No matter what, at least make him feel at ease.

Jiang Yushu didn't know how to persuade Jiang Yuzhi that he had no choice, how could he choose for others?

After Jiang Tianyuan finished speaking, he took a break.Close your eyes lightly, and build up your strength.

Jiang Yushu used great strength to hold the big hand in his hand, but the temperature there was gradually dissipating.

He was strong, firm, unbearable, and didn't want to let go.Trying to warm the person in front of you with your own temperature.But what my cold hands absorbed was the temperature of his body.

He didn't check, just held tightly.

"Son, take care of yourself in the future. Come back and see your mother when you have time."

Is this explaining the funeral?

This is the last reminder!

"Father……"

The tears in the pupils swirled, forcing the fragile eyes.

Jiang Yushu, no, you can't cry.

You can't cry.

Can't cry!Can't!Can't!

How can you cry?

"Father……"

Jiang Tianyuan smiled lovingly and patted his head, "Son, can you call me 'Daddy'?"

father? !

His eyes were slightly red, and he forced back tears, his shoulders shook violently, and his breath rose and fell.He opened his mouth slightly, but suddenly couldn't utter a strong word.

Time stood still at this moment, and the surrounding air seemed to stagnate, filling the speechless and powerless gap with desolation and emptiness.

The kind man lowered his head and drooped his eyelids. He seemed to have a premonition that he would not hear, but he was still looking forward to it.It's been so long, just for one word

--"father".

"Father!" He tried his best to speak, his voice was hoarse, it lost its elegance and became clear.

He raised his head, narrowed his eyes slightly, and waited for so long, just for one word, this life is complete.

The person on the couch got what they wanted the most, and everything that should be explained has been explained.In order to soberly command. "Yu'er, go out with Yuzhi, I have something to say to your mother."

The two didn't know, they looked at each other, hesitating whether to go out or not.

"Go!" He said appropriately.

The figure swayed, and the breath subsided.

"Cough!... Cough!" Another strange red flower bloomed, and the skirt of his chest was slowly dyed red, which was the image of life passing by.

"Yi'er~" he whispered.

Jiang Qiushi was surprised, for so many years, he never called her small characters, never.After going through ups and downs, the passion of life is surging, and now there is only mediocrity left.

Call the small characters again, and the front edge of the old dream strikes like flying flowers.This is the time to relive old dreams, but now is the time of life parting.

"—husband~"

Jiang Tianyuan was extremely solemn: "Wait for me to leave and give him the jade flute."

Jiang Qiushi was surprised and astonished, "Husband, this..."

"Give it to him! Fuguo Mansion is not his home." Fuguo Mansion is not his home, not his home...

Jiang Qiushi was unsure, raised his eyes to meet the pale eyes of the person in front of him, and tried to respond with a smile, "I know, my husband can rest assured."

Jiang Tianyuan smiled gently, a literati is refined and romantic.

"Yi'er~" He stretched out his hand with a slender, powerful and handsome posture.

Jiang Qiushi froze for a moment, as if she met him at the end of the misty rain bridge that year.

He stretched out his hand in the same way, but she avoided it shyly.

Now, reaching out again is an invitation and a last remembrance.

She stretched out her hands and held them, and the tentacles were cold.She embraced him.

"Yikon, I... sleep for a while..."

Her eyes were clouded, she choked up and sobbed, "Okay."

The cold hands slowly leave the warmth, and the big hands no longer wrap the slender tenderness.

hand, slip!

People, go quietly.

"Husband!!" Heart-piercing, mournful and mournful.

Two people outside the house heard the sound and broke in.

- Moment, silence, silence.

The wind is also sentimental, and people are also hesitant.

With a sound of "Boom!", the two of them knelt down straight.

Jiang Qiu's tears flowed down like rain, and the tears of blood meandered.

***

Imperial Palace - Zhanhuang Hall

"What did you say? Jiang Tianyuan is gone." Mo Ling'er's shrill voice filled the hall.

Mo Qi bowed: "He died this morning (four beeps)."

Mo Ling'er is going crazy now, Jiang Tianyuan died, Fuguo Duke's mansion was in civil turmoil, Jiang Yushu missed the court.The emperor didn't say who to pass the title to, and with Jiang Qu's ambition, he might fight fiercely to the end.The more chaotic the Fuguo Duke's mansion, the better. Zhao Yifeng is only busy dealing with Jiang Yushu's mother's family affairs, so why bother with court affairs.

All of this is helping her!

"Haha~~~, even God helped me, so what if she, Gu Yanmei, has the status of queen? The family is powerful, so what? Her son married a man, and the heirs are difficult. The most important thing is that no emperor is married. This is the laughing stock of the whole country. Zhao Yifeng, you really are lucky!"

Mo Ling'er was in her own palace, she didn't care, she smiled shrilly.

Listening to the sharp words, the palace man bowed his head and kept his eyes on his toes.

Mo Qi wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, "Ma'am, what should I do next?"

The woman withdrew her laughter and said something neatly. "Fire!"

"Huh?" Mo Qi didn't know.

"Send a letter to brother, check Zhao Yifeng, add fire!"

"Yes!"

"Wait a minute, you send the "General Essentials of Governing the Country" in the warehouse to the second prince, he needs it for further studies."

The woman doted on her and ordered softly.

Mo Qi responded and bowed to leave.