Chapter 1603 (1/2)

”Won't Mr. Xue believe me?” Lin Zhiran asked.

Xue Renfu closed his eyes slightly and stopped talking.

Although he is no longer the princess's house, he knows the form of the imperial court. Most of them want and use people from an. In particular, she has no children.

”You go, I'm tired.” Xue Renfu said.

Lin Zhiran frowned without trace, depressed his anger, and took out a bulging purse from his sleeve.

”Mr. Xue, these are Zhiran's wishes. Please accept them.” Lin Zhiran puts a large bag of silver beside Xue Renfu's pillow.

Although she didn't ask Xue Renfu anything today, she was close to Xue Renfu at some point. She gave coal in the snow. There will always be a day when Xue Renfu will let go.

After releasing the silver, Lin Zhiran hurried away with the autumn wind without waiting for Xue Renfu to say anything.

One is afraid of Xue Renfu's refusal, and the other is afraid of bumping into Xue Yi.

After Lin Zhiran left, Xue Renfu's expression gradually became painful, and a mist gradually filled his eyes.

”Congan...”

He got up from the bed, went to the desk, picked up the pen and ink, picked up the pen, but he didn't know what to write for a long time. As long as the ink fell on the paper drop by drop, it fainted and dyed, like a ripple in his heart.

Xue Yi came to make medicine for Xue Renfu on time every day, but Xue Renfu's disease did not improve, but there was a more and more serious trend.

”Cough, cough, cough...”

What Xue Yi hears most every day is Xue Renfu's cough.

”Yi'er, I want to write poetry. Help me up.” Xue Renfu said as he lay on his bed.

”But, uncle, your body......” Xue Yi hesitated.

”I'm fine. Help me up.” Xue Yi paused, nodded and went out.

Xue Yi helped Xue Renfu carefully step by step to the desk, sharpened his ink and picked up his pen.

With trembling hands, he wrote a poem on the paper. With each sentence, he felt a pain in his heart.

When a poem was finished, the whole man leaned on his chair and sweat came out of his forehead.

Xue Yi read one sentence after another, ”uncle, your poem means that after parting, the painful acacia is as deep and boundless as the sea, making yourself suffer. The beautiful past is like a cloud in the sky, which is far away. If you want to hold this other moment, you have shed thousands of tears and can't stay far away

OK lover, let me break my heart.

I want to see my lover, but I can't meet him. I want to end this love, but I can't give up after all. If you and I have no fate in the previous life, then wait for the next life and get married again.

This is written by my uncle to the princess. ” Xue Yi said.

But Xue Renfu closed his eyes and murmured. Xue Yi sighed, shook his head and said, ”the flowers can be folded. Don't wait for empty branches without flowers. Uncle, this poem, or give it to me. In the past, every poem you wrote was spread all over the streets by the bookstore. Later, it was rarely produced in recent years,