Cheng Yu and King Ding returned to the capital with great speed.

The road is dangerous, but it is safe to get to the vicinity of the capital.

The two went to the palace to pay homage to the emperor.

The news that King Ding was assassinated by the Japanese pirates had been in the capital for more than a month. It was related to his son's safety. Emperor Mingde was very worried. Seeing his living son, Long Yan was very happy and rewarded his son and nephew's achievements in fighting against the Japanese before saying to Cheng Yu: "Let's go back first with your pen. There has been no news for you brothers for so long, and your father is also very worried."

He had something to say to his son, but it was inconvenient for outsiders to be present.

Cheng Yu said goodbye tactfully and walked backwards out of the hall.

Outside the hall, the early winter sun was shining. Looking around, the huge palace seemed even more lonely. His eyes were turned to the direction of Prince Jing's Mansion, and Cheng Yu had no warmth in his heart. Will his father worry about him? Not to mention that he was just missing, even if someone carried his body back, that person would not blink, right?

But that was his home, and he could only go back there.

After leaving the palace, Cheng Yu took the horse led by the eunuch and headed towards the royal palace without any haste.

In less than two quarters of an hour, I arrived in front of the gate of Prince Jing’s Mansion.

His personal bodyguard Chen Shuo had been waiting outside the door. When he saw him riding a horse, Chen Shuo turned red with excitement. At that time, more than 20 assassins were chasing him, and King Ding was injured. Although he led the assassin away with his people, the second master was reluctant to return. He couldn't help but make a mistake in his guess. When he met again at this time, he seemed to be a different life.

"How about the mansion?" Cheng Yu didn't feel as much emotion as his subordinates, and asked while walking to the main courtyard.

Chen Shuo whispered: "The Empress Dowager went to Mount Wutai to pray for blessings, and the prince also went there. He said he was back in the twelfth lunar month, and everything else was as usual."

Cheng Yu nodded, almost the same as he expected.

When he arrived at the main courtyard, Chen Shuo waited at the gate of the courtyard without reminding him. Cheng Yu walked in and faced the main hall, and saw a family of four inside.

King Jing Cheng Jingrong also saw his second son. He put the five-year-old youngest son in his arms on the ground, touched his head and said, "Your second brother is back, Brother Jun is going to pick him up."

The boy turned his head and looked at it, shrank into his father's arms in fear, and hugged his father and said, "The second brother is so fierce, I dare not go."

Cheng Jingrong smiled and did not force him anymore.

Cheng Lan, who was sitting in the third Princess Jing, was already very sensible. Looking at her mother, she smiled and called her younger brother, "Brother Jun, come here, sister will take you to welcome the second brother."

Brother Jun jumped off his father's leg unhappily, ran to his sister, held his sister's hand tightly, and looked outside timidly.

"Second brother is back. Have you had breakfast?" Cheng Lan stopped at the door and asked the tall man who walked in with a smile.

The ten-year-old girl looks very similar to Xie. When she doesn't smile, she is quiet and gentle and generous. She can't make mistakes in terms of etiquette since she was a child. As the only girl in Prince Jing's Mansion, she is also highly favored by Prince Cheng Jingrong, and her monthly routines are the same as those of the three masters every month.

Cheng Yu had no feelings for this half-sibling, so he responded lightly and walked to Cheng Jingrong to salute: "Father."

He ignored Xie, who was only eight years older than him.

Xie didn't look at him either, looking at his children with expressionless face.

Cheng Jingrong was used to it and frowned and asked the second son: "Why did you come back so late? Nothing happened?"

Cheng Yu lowered his eyes and said, "I met a few assassins, but I was surprised and safe."

Cheng Jingrong nodded and waved his hand and said, "I will go back and take a break first. Come here to have dinner in the evening. My father welcomes you."

He did not ask who the assassin was, whether his son was injured, nor did he ask where he was hiding during this period. It seemed that whether his son would come back or not had much to do with him.

Cheng Yu finished the formalities and turned around and left.

Brother Jun continued to lean on his father's lap and asked happily: "What is greeting? Is there anything delicious?"

Cheng Jingrong laughed, pinched his son's fat face, turned his head and said to Xie: "I have been thinking about delicious food all day long, just like you." There was an undetectable pleasing and a hint of affection in his black eyes.

Xie was a cold beauty. He frowned when he heard this and stood up and said, "I have something to do with me, so I'll take Lan'er back first."

Cheng Jingrong smiled and watched the mother and the mother walk away, picked up the youngest son and said, "Let's go, my father teaches you to study, Brother Jun memorizes his homework well, so my father will let the kitchen prepare delicious food for you."

Brother Jun didn't like reading, but he didn't dare to ignore his father and obediently carried him to the study.

In Changfeng Hall, Cheng Yu changed his clothes and lay on the couch to close his eyes to rest.

The scene of the four of the family of four was uncontrollably in their minds, and the scene of the Jiang sisters kneeling in front of him and begging him for help. Cheng Yu laughed self-deprecatingly, and King Ding said that the Jiang sisters were pitiful. He didn't think that at least they had a relative who really cared about each other. King Ding lost his mother as early as he did, but King Ding was also better than him. The emperor had a father-son relationship with King Ding, unlike him...

My mother died, my father didn’t like it, and my brothers and sisters were not married, and I was sick and I couldn’t even get married.

He didn't know what the meaning of living was.

"Second Master, my uncle's wife has sent someone to deliver the letter!" Chen Shuo hurried over and was in a hurry to communicate before he even entered the house. "Miss Cousin and Young Master Xun fell while playing in the yard, and hit the stone on the roadside, and were unconscious. My uncle's wife took the person back to Wukang's Mansion first. When she learned that the second master was back, she asked the second master to come over immediately!"

"Who is unconscious?" Cheng Yu immediately jumped off the ground and rushed out with a calm face.

"It's cousin!" Chen Shuo knew that Young Master Xun was the one who took his second master to heart, so he quickly explained, "Second Master Xun, Young Master Xun is fine, he just cried."

Cheng Yu's face finally looked a little better.

Cheng Jingrong has never cared about his and his mother's affairs, and Cheng Yu did not let him go and communicate. He rode his horse to his uncle Wu Kangbo's mansion. When he got there, his aunt Fang sent a maid to wait. As soon as he arrived, he invited him to the chrysanthemum garden.

There are two aunts in Wukang Mansion. The eldest aunt married Prince Jing as a re-stringer and disappeared early. The younger aunt married Hou Chuqing, the Hou Hou, Yunyang, and became Hou Hou. She had a difficult childbirth in the first month of last year and left a daughter and a son. Hou Chuqing, Yunyang, is a concubine who loves his wife and doesn't like his wife, and doesn't like the children he gave birth to him. Fang felt sorry for his nephew and niece, so he often took them back and lived in the chrysanthemum garden before his aunt came out of the carriage.

Cheng Yu rushed to Juyuan and heard the cry of his little cousin Axun first.

His heart twitched.

Inside the room, Wu Kangbo Zhou Yin was sitting on a chair and frowned. The prince Zhou Wenting stood beside his father, frowning. The second young master Zhou Wenjia sat by the bed, secretly wiping tears at the unconscious girl, muttering something in a low voice. Wu Kangbo’s wife Fang hugged A Xun, who was crying and making trouble while coaxing, "A Xun doesn’t cry, my sister fell asleep, and she woke up to play with A Xun soon..."

Ah Xun was frightened and couldn't stop crying. He cried for a while and looked on the bed. When he saw that his sister was still motionless, he continued to cry.

"Uncle, aunt." Cheng Yu strode in.

Fang breathed a long sigh of relief.

The husband is honest and honest, and he has no confidence when he stands in front of his brother-in-law and brother-in-law. He has been suppressed by Cheng Jingrong and Chuqing for so many years. The second son is young, brave but not capable, and cannot bear the matter. The eldest son is stable enough, but his status is low. He, a junior, stands out and no one looks at him. Only Cheng Yu, the nephew, is reliable. With his identity as the second master of the royal family, he has to open the door to entertain the Chu family when he goes to the Chu family to reason with the Chu family.

Cheng Yu said hello to his uncle and aunt and went to the bed. Seeing that his cousin Chu Han had gauze wrapped around his forehead, his face was pale. Because his eyes were closed, he could not tell the difference between Jiang Hanzhu and his pitifulness. He was stunned for a moment before turning around and asking, "How is the injury?"

Fang took Ah Xun out first, and then Zhou Wenting replied in a low voice for his father: "The imperial physician said that my cousin was hurting his brain. If he could survive tonight, he might be saved, but he would not be able to endure..."

He shook his head, unable to bear to continue talking.

Cheng Yu glanced at Chu Han again and asked coldly: "Why did you fall?"

"It's not the Chu aunt who caused it!" Zhou Wenjia suddenly started roaring, crying so hard that his eyes turned red. "That bastard. I'm going to kill my aunt first because of favor, but now I'm going to make my cousin unconscious. I'll see that he's next one. I'll kill our cousin! Bastard. My cousin really can't survive. I'll fight her!"

"Shut up!" Zhou Yin glared at his son and said, "Do you have any evidence? The maids around your cousin said she tripped by herself. What evidence do you have to identify others? She is still trying hard. The guards of the Chu family are all very skilled in kung fu. Who can you beat? They can only show off their might and cause trouble, and they have no brains!"

"Then what do you think you should do!" Zhou Wenjia asked with fear that his mother or father, and he raised his neck, "Are you just watching his cousin be bullied?"

Zhou Yin choked and looked at Cheng Yu subconsciously.

"Chu Qing is leading his troops outside. Now he can't find anyone to decide when he goes to the Chu family. Let's wait until his cousin wakes up and asks clearly."

Cheng Yu had no good idea, and without any evidence, they could not take the charge on the concubine. If he had no ability, he might have forced the other party to deal with the suspect concubine, but who is Chu Qing? He was a famous general hero in the Daliang, a celebrity in the eyes of Emperor Mingde. He was also smart, loyal to Emperor Mingde and did not rely on his military achievements to do his best. But if anyone provoked him, he would return it with all his interests. He wanted to take care of his family affairs. Not to mention him, he would not listen even if his father went. Emperor Mingde was qualified to take care of him, but why did he interfere in the family affairs of his favorite ministers?

A Xun was still crying outside, but Cheng Yu walked out.

Fang knew that he was close to A Xun, so he lowered his head to coax his little nephew, "A Xun, see who is here?"

Ah Xun cried, and the fat little fat rubbed his eyes with his hands. When he saw his cousin who loved him the most, he felt even more aggrieved. He cried and reached out to hug him. Tears fell from his big eyes, "Sister is bleeding..."

Cheng Yu took the little guy and carried him to the yard, "A Xun doesn't cry, sister is okay, sister wants to cry even if you cry..."

Axun leaned on his cousin's shoulder, thrusting and tearing, wetting the man's clothes.

In the evening, Cheng Yu did not return home and used food here. After the meal, Fang wanted to carry A Xun to her place to sleep. After A Xun was born, he was inseparable from his sister and slept together at night. He was even more reluctant to go now. He would cry if he hugged him, and finally fell asleep beside his unconscious sister.

Fang wanted to stay here to stay. It was cold in winter. Cheng Yu was worried that his aunt would be sick and advised her to go back. Zhou Wenjia said, "Mom, go to bed, I will guard my cousin with me."

He and Chu Han's childhood sweethearts are extremely in love.

Fang left with her husband and eldest son. Before leaving, she repeatedly told Cheng Yu that if there was any news, she would send someone to call her immediately.

Seeing her mother off, Zhou Wenjia sat by the bed and stared at her cousin tightly. Cheng Yu looked at her for a while and sat down at the desk.

After arriving until the second day of the day, Zhou Wenjia could no longer hold on and fell asleep beside the bed.

Cheng Yu was sleepless. He heard Ah Xun calling his sister in a dreamy way. He quietly walked to the head of the bed. Seeing Ah Xun's little face outside was white and red, he should have a good sleep. He felt relieved and leaned over to help the little guy cover the quilt.

When he got up, his eyes fell on Chu Han's face.

The little girl's face was bloodless and her lips were purple.

Cheng Yu was shocked and reached out to pass.

No breath.

Cheng Yu went to press her neck again, but it didn't beat.

His body was stiff and his eyes moved towards Axun.

The boy leaned on his sister dependently, without any awareness of her sister's departure.

If he knew that his sister who liked him the most died and would never see him again, what would he cry like? Perhaps he was still young and could not experience the pain of separation from life and death, but he would always grow up one day. At that time, he had no mother and sister, and his father didn't like it...

That's how he walked by. Thinking that his cousin would live a walking corpse life, Cheng Yu clenched his fists.

He looked at his dead cousin again.

What appeared in front of me was a face that was crying like pear blossoms and rain, and a pair of almond eyes that seemed to be filled with rain and mist forever.

As a devil, a ridiculous idea emerged from Cheng Yu's heart.

Who told them to live exactly the same life?

When she first met, Jiang Hanzhu's cheeks were still a little round. After experiencing funerals and working hard on the boat for more than a month, she lost a lot of weight. Except that because her cousin was one year old and slightly taller, she was a little more delicate, if she closed her eyes, she might not be able to tell the difference between the two. Then, when he asked Jiang Hanzhu to pretend to be a cousin, Axun would not have to be sad. With her sister taking care of him, the smaller the possibility of him being plotted to die.

As for whether Jiang Hanzhu is willing to...

Cheng Yu's heart is as cold as iron.

He saved her twice, once to pay off the debt that coerced her. So now, she owes him a life and it's her time to repay her kindness.

"Wenjia." Cheng Yu pressed Zhou Wenjia's neck bone.

Zhou Wenjia suddenly woke up.

Cheng Yu pulled him up and blocked the bed and said, "Go and invite my aunt over, I have something to say to her."
Chapter completed!