Chapter 12 (1/2)

Murong Cang didn't continue to talk about it, but asked, ”how much time is there for grandpa to watch the thousand languages?”

Cloud thousand language heart a quiver, Murong Cang's body she no longer knew, at most half a year.

”Grandpa...” Murong Yujian calls out nervously.

Murong Cang's loving eyes looked at Murong Yujian, but his tone was very strict. ”Yujian, this is the reality. You have to accept that you are not an ordinary child. What you resist on your shoulder is the rise and fall of Nanlou country and the honor and disgrace.”

Murong Yujian's eyes were covered with tears, but she couldn't let it fall.

He knew in his heart that grandpa was going to leave himself like his parents, and then he was really alone. No, he has a relative. He looks at yunqianyu.

Voice uncertain way: ”thousand language elder sister, you won't ignore jade Jian's right?”

Cloud thousand language in the heart of surging waves that have not been for a long time, this familiar words, the previous brother also asked.

”Sister, you don't care about me, do you?”

's eyes as like as two peas of cloud fell on Yu Jian's face which was still childish. The same look and you were my only salvation, and I was just like the younger brother of last generation, so that she could not refuse.

”You are my sister's favorite and only brother, and my sister will not leave you behind.”

”Sister!” Murong Yujian can't help his tears any more. At the moment, he doesn't care about men and women. He pours into Yun Qianyu's arms and cries loudly, ”elder sister, I don't want the death of the emperor's grandfather. Save him.”

Cloud thousand language heart follows a pain, the younger brother who is far away from the world, when he leaves the world, has he cried and prayed for the doctor like this?

”My sister has done her best.”

When it was found three years ago, Murong Cang's poison had already penetrated into his heart. She and Gong sang Mo joined hands to prolong his life span for three years. Now they have nothing to do.

Murong Cang is both sad and guilty. Qianyu, grandpa is sorry for you. He knows you don't like it, but he also uses your feelings for Yujian to involve you. But grandpa also has no way.

”Qianyu, the leisure palace can't participate in the imperial power struggle. Except for you, grandpa has no one to believe.”

”Grandpa, you don't have to feel guilty. Even if you don't today, I won't stand by if Yujian is in trouble.”

Yun Qianyu's mind is exquisite. Naturally, she sees Murong Cang's guilt. She gently taps Yujian's back to appease him, but at the same time, she doesn't forget to appease Murong Cang.

Murong Cang looks at Yun Qianyu's calm eyes, and immediately feels that he has lived for decades, and is not as broad-minded as a little girl.

”Thousand words, thank you!”