Chapter 120 How Many People Are Sincere

Chen Xiuying was so embarrassed that her man was too far behind Liu Dalin, and she was brought to the stage by her elder brother. He couldn't hold his face, and his heart was suffocating.

Wang Shi had a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn't dare to. The man is too good, his temper is really explosive. When she speaks out, the man will be able to clean up her when she turns around.

Old Mrs. Chen sat there quietly, her brows lowered and her eyes closed, her expression blank, not knowing what she was thinking.

When Liu Dalin and Chen Xiulan returned to the main room with their well-fed children, the people in the room had already dispersed.

Chen Changdong sighed secretly, and patted his chest as if he was afraid, "I was afraid that everyone was there when I first came here. Now that I'm fine, I can talk if I want to, laugh if I want to, don't worry."

Chen Xiulan couldn't help laughing, and clicked Chen Changdong's forehead, "I have always been a skinny person since I was a child. When I am in my teens, why worry so much? It's like a housekeeper."

Having said that, everyone knows that Chen Changdong's words are to ease the atmosphere, for fear of embarrassment.

It's just that he thinks too much. They didn't really feel embarrassed. They didn't do anything wrong, they were right, and they were not guilty.

I sat down and calmed down, and let the children digest food by the way. The family did not have the usual lunch break and went directly to the orchard.

Chen's orchard is located on a soil ridge not far behind the village, covering a small area of ​​more than 30 acres.

I usually take care of it by my own family, and I can barely manage to work. When it comes to picking, I need to ask someone for help.

When the group arrived, Chen Qiming was sitting in the shade and dozing off against the tree trunk.

Chen Changdong grabbed a dog's tail and walked over quietly, ready to scratch his father's nose.

As soon as he lifted the dog's tail grass, he was slapped on the forehead, "Bastard, I know it's you!"

"Father, aren't you asleep!" Chen Changdong threw the dog's tail grass and mourned while covering his head.

"There's a shadow! I've talked to you a few times, as long as you're at home, I'll always be on guard!"

"..."

"Pfft! Hahaha!" Liu Yusheng and Liu Zhixia covered her stomach with laughter.

"Brother, Dongzi is just joking, look at your slap." Chen Xiulanle.

Chen Qiming stood up, patted the dust on his trousers, and hummed, "He's skin. I don't know whose temperament I have grown into since I was a child! Come on, I'll show you around, there are some in the garden. Citrus, there are pears, you can pick them if you want to eat them. And a chestnut, take some with you when you go back."

"Uncle, did the pears bear fruit this year?" Liu Yusheng asked.

"It was fruited last year, but it was small and tasted average. This year is much better." Chen Qiming raised his hand and pointed to the east. The pale yellow fruits were hidden in a large area of ​​verdant green, which was very beautiful, "Well, that one is, later. Uncle will pick a few for you to eat, it's juicy and sweet."

"Thank you uncle!"

"Thank you, my orchard, I want to eat as much as I want!" Chen Qiming stretched out his hand and hugged the baby's furry head, laughing.

Seeing that Chen Changdong's eyes were twitching, he leaned into Liu Zhixia's ear and complained, "My father yelled at me all the time, and suddenly seeing him so kind, tsk, my whole body got goosebumps."

Liu Zhixia squinted, "Why don't I go tell my uncle and let him give you loose skin?"

"Good brother, please keep someone under the sword!"

"puff!"

The children gathered together to talk and laugh, the air was full of the fresh fragrance of fruit trees and fruits, and the adults walked behind, walking and chatting, enjoying the comfort of the moment.

When returning home, Liu Yusheng was hiccupping all the way, teaching people not to laugh.

The freshly picked citrus and pears were too fresh, and the atmosphere was so good, she couldn't hold back for a while, and she was greedy for more.

She also has fruit trees planted in her space, and the taste is naturally much better than that of home-grown fruits, but picking and eating the fruits in the space is too lonely.

It's different from having fun with family and friends.

There are people laughing and laughing at the side, tasting together, sour can taste sweet.

The unexpected tranquility of the Chen family that night made Liu Yusheng a little surprised that the grandfather and grandmother didn't pull her parents to continue the conversation.

Not sure if it has been abandoned or something else has changed.

But that doesn't prevent her from being in a good mood, she can go home tomorrow after a good night's sleep.

She misses her grandparents.

The moon after fifteen is still very round, the moonlight is soft and bright, and it falls like a hazy veil covering the earth.

Quiet and peaceful.

But it couldn't fit into the Zichen Palace at the moment.

The emperor's body began to deteriorate again, and he fell into a coma at noon, and has not woken up until now.

The imperial physicians gathered in the Zichen Hall to urgently study the plan to wake the emperor up. The atmosphere was tense and heavy, and there was depression everywhere.

From time to time, there will be a few discordant noises at the entrance of the palace.

The emperor's queens and concubines were blocked from entering.

For this reason, there has been a lot of noise all afternoon, and the noise has hardly stopped.

Either clamoring to come into the hall, or weeping outside.

Fortunately, they barely remembered a little sense of proportion, and did not dare to overdo it, even the reprimands and noise kept their voices low.

The young man sat on the circle chair in the inner hall of the Zichen Hall, and looked at the dragon bed with his eyes closed all the time. He described the haggard and withered man. He had supreme power and enjoyed all the wealth and glory. Are the tears real?

Several hoped he would wake up again.

How many people wish he would die like this.

The palace maids and servants in the Zichen Hall were in a hurry, their footsteps were almost silent, and they were busy all night.

The teenager sat on the armchair, hidden in the semi-dark light, as quiet as an invisible man.

It was not until the sky was about to break, and the man's low cough came from the dragon bed, that the imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief.

Woke up and snatched the emperor from the gate of hell again.

After relaxing, physically and mentally exhausted, he left the imperial doctor on duty to take care of him, and the rest of the people retired for a while to rest.

"...Qingbai." The emperor looked around the room, and when he landed on the boy, a gleam of light flashed in his dim eyes, and a gratified smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You're here."

The old eunuch, who had been waiting by the bedside, knew the emperor's intentions well, and immediately said, "Yesterday the emperor was in a coma, and the prince rushed over to guard the emperor in the Zichen Palace for a whole night, and he has never closed his eyes until now."

"Worry about it." The emperor seemed very happy, but his voice was soft and weak, and he didn't have the slightest strength. "It's hard for you to stay with me for so long, go back, go back and have a good sleep, no need to think about it."

The teenager stood up from the armchair, his slender body was immediately exposed to the dim palace lantern, and the three-dimensional facial features were carved into silhouettes by the light, blurring his expression.

Walking slowly to the bed, looking at the person with no air, "I wake up from a serious illness, the father and the emperor are resting, and the child will retire first."

Looking down, turning around.

He didn't think much of it.

Because overthinking is useless.