The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl Chapter 1225: Loneliness
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"Look at how good you are!" Fang Chengyin glared at him, but she was so beautiful in her heart.
"Of course I have the capital to be able to marry such a good wife!" Kong Wenjie was so elated that he hugged Fang Chengyin and went home happily.
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Chenjiatun.
The guards dragged Kong Wenmin, who was as drunk as mud, into the room. Chen Qingxuan sent the guards back, and then looked at the man dancing on the kang with a sullen face. He always knew that Kong Wenmin was a shallow person and wanted to Otherwise, he would not have gotten drunk and crawled under the table. But who would have known that this man would be so virtuous when he was drunk? Just now in the carriage, he was shouting, laughing, and singing something like "Crops." "Pretty Man", even though the guard always had a serious face and no expression on his face during the whole journey, Chen Qingxuan knew that at this moment, the guard was probably going to laugh so hard that people would fall off their feet with laughter. It was really embarrassing!
Chen Qingxuan sat on the chair and watched Kong Wenmin go crazy on the kang. He didn’t know how long he sat there. Kong Wenmin’s voice gradually became lower. He remembered the sporadic sound of firecrackers and firecrackers outside. The room was dark, except for Kong Wenmin. From time to time, he uttered a murmur, but there was no other sound. For some reason, Chen Qingxuan looked at the silhouette of the man on the kang, and felt a strong sense of loneliness in his heart. Not only did he feel lonely, he also felt that this man Just as lonely.
He took off his heavy cloak, lit the candle, and carried the candlestick all the way to the side room. Grandma Chen's bedroom was now neatly tidied up, and the simple furniture and furnishings were as before. The green bedsheets with flowers on the kang were still there. Chen Qingxuan stared blankly at the overly neat bedding, exhaled softly for a while, then put the candlestick on the table, and walked towards the kang step by step. He went over and sat on the kang.
"Grandma," as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything more. He raised his head in a hurry, trying to hold back his tears, but when he glanced at the incense burner on the table, he couldn't hold back his tears. Then he covered his face, fell on the green bed with flowers, and started to cry, "Grandma, last year, something happened to Qingtong, and I felt extremely sad and angry, and I had to rush there. I'm rushing to take the exam in the capital, but I haven't been able to spend the New Year with you properly..."
Unable to speak any more, Chen Qingxuan reached out and pulled the broken pillow with exposed cotton wool into his arms, crying until his whole body twitched.
He has wanted to cry like this for a long time. He has wanted to do it for a long time.
It’s just that he couldn’t cry easily. Now he is no longer a sour scholar that no one cares about. He is a high-ranking official in the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is a role model for many scholars and is stared at by many pairs of eyes. He is even more worried. He had the trust of Zhong Mingwei and Meiya, so he couldn't cry or disgrace the Zhou court.
But at this moment, in this simple and cramped room, he can cry to his heart's content and vent his guilt, debt, self-blame, confusion, depression... all kinds of complex emotions interwoven together, here, He is not the Minister of Rites, he is just a child who has lost his loved ones and is at a loss as to where to go.
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After crying enough, Chen Qingxuan lay quietly on the kang for a while. Listening to the louder and louder sound of firecrackers outside, he slowly sat up and went to the outer hall to wash himself. He grimaced and went back to the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, the strong smell of alcohol hit his nostrils. Chen Qingxuan was no longer disgusted. He walked over step by step, squatted in front of the kang, and watched the man sleeping. of a face.
This face was undoubtedly familiar to him, but looking face to face at this time, Chen Qingxuan felt a little strange and emotional in his heart. It turned out that Kong Wenmin also cried, and there were tear stains from his eye sockets to the wings of his nose. It was so obvious that I didn’t know when he was crying, let alone what he was crying for. Chen Qingxuan threw a handkerchief over and gently wiped his face. When he was wiping his mouth, he heard something under the handkerchief. Another hoarse sigh came out.