Zhou Chi was puzzled and frowned: "Then why are you willing to wait seven years?"
Liu Changsheng looked at Zhou Chi and said slowly: "If she lives a comfortable life and finds a husband, I will naturally not wait for her, let alone disturb her life, but as long as there is no one else around her, then I will There is still a glimmer of hope, so I am willing to wait for her and stay with her. Of course there will be bitterness, but is there no joy? Even if I may not be able to wait in this life, so what? , I did not live in vain, I have a sweetheart, I am full of joy, but I have no regrets, this life is worth living."
Zhou Chi was silent, his eyes lowered, his face calm, but only he knew the ups and downs in his heart.
"Zhou Chi, this is what I want to tell you today," Liu Changsheng paused, looked at Zhou Chi and said slowly, "Whether you like men or women, this is not the most important thing. Just follow your heart, life will last for a hundred years, so don’t wrong yourself.”
"But eldest sister... how could she agree?" Zhou Chi's lips trembled slightly, "Is she working so hard to raise me just to see the Zhou family die off?"
"Zhou Chi, your eldest sister did not raise you so hard to make you suffer," Liu Changsheng gently patted Zhou Chi on the shoulder, "Zhou Chi, no matter what time, even if you have a family full of children and grandchildren in the future, your eldest sister The person I care about the most is always you, and you should know this better than me. "
"Think carefully about the kind of life you want to live."
Liu Changsheng pushed open the door and walked out, leaving a quiet room for Zhou Chi.
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July 26, the twenty-eighth year of Jiasheng.
Prince Huai's Mansion.
That night.
A carriage slowly stopped in front of Prince Huai's Mansion. The driver stopped the horse, went over and put down the step stool, then opened the door curtain and said respectfully inside, "Sir, we're here."
The people inside slowly got out of the carriage, and saw that the man was wearing a blue brocade robe with auspicious cloud patterns. He looked in his early fifties, with a medium-to-slender figure and very fair skin. It was obvious that he must be a well-kept nobleman, but This man has a little more gray hair on his temples, but he is in good spirits.
It was none other than Duan Feihong, the Minister of Rites from Yipin.
Duan Feihong stood in front of Prince Huai's Mansion, looked up at the huge gold characters on the plaque, curled his lips sarcastically, and then climbed up the stairs.
Prince Huai's Mansion is the largest of all the princes' mansions. Duan Feihong walked through the rooms and courtyards, looking at the exquisite pavilions and pavilions, and the white marble pillars in the corridor. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, Long live the Lord is really doting on him. This Prince White, even though he had committed heinous crimes, was still lenient again and again.
But then again, if Long Live Lord really loved Prince Huai, he wouldn't give him hope again and again and resolutely withdraw it again and again.
The further you walk inside, the colder it becomes. Since Prince Huai was imprisoned, he has never left Prince Huai's mansion. Almost all of Prince Huai's maids and servants have been evacuated, and there are many more clothes in the courtyard. The armored guards added a touch of coolness and solemnity to the palace.
"Master Duan," when we walked to the backyard, a guard rushed out to greet Duan Feihong. While saluting Duan Feihong, he bowed and said, "Master Yan said that Master Duan will come over today, so let's get ready early in the morning."