Looking around, Cheng Beiwang rarely twisted for a while, then smiled and said, "I think it's better for you to get married. I have a good candidate here."

"Oh?" Ren Xiaoyao didn't laugh, looked at him seriously and said, "Are you?"

Cheng Beiwang: “…”

This person is always so smart that he can't play any tricks.

A little embarrassed, Cheng Beiwang scratched his head and did not dare to look into her eyes: "Well... what do you think of me?"

"Not really." Ren Xiaoyao pulled the corner of his mouth: "I had finished what I should say last time. I thought you understood, but you still wanted to get married with me because of an impulse."

A moment of impulse? Cheng Beiwang frowned.

Although he was a little impulsive, he wouldn't regret marrying her.

"I will always treat adults as friends, so do Yanyuan." After sighing, Ren Xiaoyao reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "So adults don't have to say anything like getting married anymore, I won't marry."

With wide eyes, when the person in front of him turned around and wanted to leave, Cheng Beiwang hurriedly stopped her: "Didn't you want to marry me last time?"

"That was last time, it was out of date." Ren Xiaoyao admitted generously: "That time was an impulse, and I would never have that kind of thought again."

...Grandma's, it's really a mistake that will bring eternal regret!

Cheng Beiwang was very depressed, but Ren Xiaoyao still patted his shoulder very much: "Okay, let's go back, don't think about anything else."

After saying that, he got on the carriage.

Cheng Beiwang stood outside for a long time, sighed, and followed him up.

To be honest, Ren Xiaoyao was quite happy to hear this person’s proposal, but once she saw through some things, she would not make mistakes. She and Cheng Beiwang were not suitable for being husband and wife, only friends could last for a long time. His possessiveness and impulse did not constitute a condition that was enough to marry her.

Cheng Beiwang is a fickle man. He smiled at everyone so hard that his peach blossom eyes were shining. He seduced a lot of the little maids in the yard. In fact, she shouldn't like such a man, she felt too insecure. But somehow she had some feelings for Miaomiao.

It's time to pinch it now.

She is not pretentious. If she really likes him, she would promise him to marry him. The problem is that she now finds that she doesn't like him as much as she imagined.

In the next two years, Cheng Beiwang and Ren Xiaoyao returned to their previous relationship. If they were unable to think about it, they would sit together and chat and complain. They would drink together when they were happy, and they would cause trouble together when they were unhappy. In the end, he would come to clean up.

It seemed that nothing had happened before. Ren Xiaoyao changed back to men's clothing and was Cheng Beiwang's best friend again.

However, after getting drunk a few times, she wasn't here to take care of him, he would remember to change clothes for her, then help her to bed and then leave stumbled away.

This is a good life.

However, Song Liangye finally couldn't survive.

All the doctors were helpless. The people on the bed were so thin that they were only skin and bones, but their faces were rarely beautiful.

"I can hold on for half a month." He said calmly: "If you don't want the chaos in Yandi, just let them come back soon."

The eyes that contained the Galaxy were now desolate. Every time Cheng Beiwang saw his expression, he felt uncomfortable. Although he never liked Song Liangye, he still felt sympathy when he saw this.

Mo Niang stood aside and cried with her little daughter. He didn't even look at it, but just stared at the direction of the door, waiting with anger.

Song Liangchen and Shen Meijing rushed back quickly with the six-year-old Xiao Tianer, not for the throne, just for the last look.

By the time they arrived, Song Liangye had half closed his eyes. Seeing Song Liangchen, his eyes seemed to lit up and he stretched out his hand to him with great effort.

"Long time no see." Song Liangchen sat on the edge of the bed with complicated emotions and looked at him, reaching out and holding his hand.

The tears in his eyes gradually increased, and Song Liangye curled his lips and smiled, just like many years ago, calling him like he was coquettish:

"elder brother."

My heart was so heartbroken that Song Liangchen also had red eyes.

No matter how deep the hatred is, it is the closest relative of the bones and blood. He will not be able to recover even if he is so sick.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw the person on the bed suddenly closed his eyes.

"Liang Ye?" Song Liangchen was startled and shook him gently: "I haven't said anything yet, you..."

The headlight next to him was kneeling and crying: "Mr. Second Master just waited for you to come back, and even took poison as a tonic. Now he couldn't hold on..."

Taking a breath of cold air, Song Liangchen held his thin wrist and felt it for a long time, but could not detect the beating of his pulse.

The crying exploded in the room, but he couldn't cry and just stared at the reassuring expression on his face.

Will he feel at ease when he comes back?

But he won't want that throne...

"How could this happen?" Meijing pulled Tian'er out, muttering in a low voice with red eyes.

Tian'er looked up at his mother and whispered: "We are all here to visit the world. He just went home early, so you don't have to be sad."

Meijing was stunned and squatted down to look at the little guy in front of her: "The dead person is your second uncle, you should be sad, do you understand?"

Tian'er shook her head: "Don't be sad. Too many people are sad for him, which will hinder his reincarnation."

What? Meijing was stunned and reached out and pointed his forehead: "What book are you reading recently? Why are you talking nonsense?"

This child is born with intelligence and is not a disaster star as the old man Xingsu said. On the contrary, he knew ten thousand words at the age of five and read a lot of books. If he grows up in the future, he will definitely be an amazing person.

"I'm reading "Soul Talk" recently." Tian'er said seriously: "No matter how hard we meet on earth, we will meet in heaven. What is sad is just the habit of being unable to give up. However, I have never met my second uncle before, so naturally I can't be sad."

Look at this little guy, the beautiful scenery was so funny that he quickly took him out of the room to avoid damaging the atmosphere.

Meijing was surprised that Song Liangye would go from such an ambitious person to this in such a short few years. But thinking about how Zhao Anju also died of illness, she didn't feel so sad.

There is really a destructive cause and effect in this world.

Although I don’t know what the relationship between Song Liangye’s death and Anju, I heard that they all had the same disease. Someone buried her together in Anju, but Song Liangye was alone.

He must have been used to being alone.

When the burial was arranged, because he was the King of Yan, he was reasonably buried in the Song family's ancestral tomb, on the highest mountain in Yan, towards the direction of Zhao.

Meijing suddenly became a little curious. What was Song Liangye thinking when he died? Will he recall his whole life and sigh regretfully when he missed something he shouldn't have missed?
Chapter completed!