Naturally, there was a wedding banquet in the palace to entertain the royal family members. Yuan Qingling was not in the mood to have a banquet, so she just ate some and went back home.

She returned to the house, where Grandma Yuan was sitting on the porch basking in the sun. She sat at her feet, crawled on her knees, and said quietly: "Grandma, you said that family love is always full of calculations?

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"That's special!" Grandma Yuan has a clear mind and has seen everything in the world. She smiled and stroked her hair. "Most of the family ties in the world are beautiful."

Yuan Qingling raised his head to look at her, looking into her gentle eyes, and remembered that she came to him through time and space. This kind of family affection is what people yearn for.

She is much luckier than Lao Wu.

"Life is like this. Although we have seen all kinds of cruelty, there is always a tender side. This is true for everyone. Even the beggar on the street is looked down upon and destitute, but he always gets a look of mercy.

time."

Yuan Qingling nodded silently, but she couldn't let go of the low pressure in her heart.

There must be a lot of excitement over at Lengzhai, but Yuan Qingling didn't want to join in the fun, so she only sent someone over to watch Lao Wu.

He might drink alcohol to anesthetize his current grief, and let him have fun all night long. It's time for him to let go.

Yuan Qingling played with the children for a while and then returned to Xiaoyue Pavilion.

I thought Yu Wenhao would come back very late, but he came in just after Hai hour.

He didn't even smell of alcohol.

Yuan Qingling took off his cloak and asked, "Didn't you drink?"

Yu Wenhao reached out to hug her and put his chin against her cheek. His chin was very cold, "If you don't drink, once you drink, you can't hold back some of your emotions."

Yuan Qingling's heart hurt, so she sat down with him, poured him a cup of hot tea, and looked into his deep eyes, "After the wedding today, I went to see my mother-in-law."

"Thank you!" He held her hand, his eyes lowered, and his voice was so cold that Yuan Qingling felt heartbroken.

"Don't do this!" Yuan Qingling choked.

Yu Wenhao stretched out his hand, slid his fingertips across her cheek, and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine. I lost my mother. I can't just get better in a short while. Give me some time."

"If you want to cry, just cry." Yuan Qingling grabbed his hand and put it in her own palm, then closed his hand and put it on her chest.

Yu Wenhao shook his head, "I want to cry, but I can't. Maybe I am really an indifferent person."

"No, don't talk about yourself like that." Yuan Qingling didn't know how to comfort him. He was different from Ling'er. A story about wind chimes could make Ling'er stop crying, but Lao Wu couldn't.
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