"You said, who did you say is gone?"
Nie Qing's slender shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands began to shake, as if the whole person was isolated from the world, and all sounds could not be heard.
"Who are you saying is gone!"
The gentle and polite Nie Qing seems to have died at this moment, and the person left behind is just an empty shell of out of control.
He gripped the messenger's shirt uncontrollably with both hands, lifted him up short of breath, and shivered, "Tell me, who's dead?"
The messenger was also frightened by Nie Qing, he clamped his thighs tremblingly, restraining the urge to incontinence.
He said, "General Wei Wei, he is unfortunate..."
Before the messenger could say anything, Nie Qing threw him out in a frenzy. I really don't know how this thin body could have so much strength. The messenger didn't fall seriously, he got up from the ground in a panic, and returned to the stance of accusing himself, and his body was very low.
"The deceased is gone... lord, please mourn..."
The courtiers who accompanied Nie Qing Fuling saw him react like this, and hurriedly made a sound to comfort him.
"My condolences... How do you say my condolences..." Nie Qing's eyes were already red, and the crystal tears rolled several times but still fell. His expression was extremely fragile, as if a few blows could defeat him. Nie Qing said in a choked cry, "My father is gone, that bastard Nie Yang is gone, and now even my father-in-law has abandoned me—what did I do wrong, losing close relatives one after another in just a few months?"
Nie Qing's words almost roared out, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and the sweat and tears rolled down.
"My lord didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything wrong." The courtier saw Nie Qing paralyzed on the ground, and walked forward on his knees to comfort him, "If you really want to say something wrong, you can only say that you were born at the wrong time. Nie's building collapsed. , the enemy is eyeing, if the lord continues to indulge in the pain, how will you see the first lord and them in a hundred years? At this moment, you should cheer up. After resting, you can save your strength to protect yourself."
Nie Qing said hoarsely, "I know... you give me some time to calm down."
The courtier knew that Nie Qing was too young to withstand repeated blows, so he should have enough time to accept the reality.
After crying, Nie Qing asked in a hoarse voice where Wei Xin's body was.
When Nie Qing heard that Wei Ci had sent Wei Xi's body to the Langya County clan for burial, there was a long silence.
"Langya County... It's okay if the fallen leaves return to their roots."
On the second day, Nie Qing calmed down a little and went to tell his mother-in-law the bad news in person. Madam Wei Wei is a standard noble lady, and she can't fault her in the slightest. Even when she heard the bad news of her husband, she could hold back her tears.
Nie Qing looked haggard, and he said weakly, "Father-in-law's body was sent to the Langya County clan, but the younger son-in-law thinks that perhaps Bianzhou is the place he wants to sleep the most. Can the mother-in-law help the younger son-in-law organize some of his father-in-law's clothes and supplies? Put up a burial to show your condolences—"
Of course, Mrs. Wei would not refuse.
Clothes and other things were prepared by her, but Wei Xin's favorite objects, books, and paintings were all in the study, and Nie Qing was more familiar with them.
Nie Qing pushed aside the familiar study, and what caught his eyes was the bright sunlight pouring down outside.
The master has been away for a long time, but the study is cleaned by servants, every inch is clean, and there is not even a little dust.
Nie Qing's tears that he managed to stop were about to burst again.
He is not a fragile person, but in just a few months, the three most important relatives died, and the hard-hitting people couldn't bear it.
Nie Liang is his respected father, and Wei Xin is a teacher and father-in-law, playing a father-like role.
No matter how bad this bastard Nie Yang is, but before the incident, Nie Qing really loved him as his younger brother, and his feelings were real.
Now, the three of them are one step ahead of him and return to the underworld, and the blow Nie Qing suffered can be imagined.
He picked out a few pieces of Wei Xian's favorite collection, his eyes suddenly fell on the bookshelves displayed in the study, and a sentence came to his mind.
[father in law! I'm your son-in-law, let's change it! I also know that there is a picture on the third row of your bookshelf—]
[To shut up!]
He walked up to the bookshelf in a ghostly way, and sure enough, he saw several picture scrolls.
Nie Qing opened a painting, which showed a young man in a green shirt reading bamboo slips among the flowers on the rockery. He found that the young man looked familiar.
After careful identification, there are faint traces of Wei Ci between the eyebrows. Looking at the inscription, the young man in the painting is really Wei Ci.
He opened another one, this time not a single painting but a vivid scene.
An elegant-looking middle-aged man played a game with his eldest son, a gentle and beautiful woman held a baby boy in her arms and watched gently, and there were three children of different ages sitting or standing, reading or playing. Nie Qing recognized at a glance that this was his father-in-law's family, and the beautiful woman was his mother-in-law.
When the mountain ghost was talking nonsense, Nie Qing thought that the words hidden on the bookshelf were a fire escape map or something that was not harmonious. He looked at several paintings and found nothing similar at all. All the paintings Among them, the most impressive one is the scene where Nie Liang and Wei Xinchu met. Nie Qing stood there for a long time and sighed, "I don't know whether to say pity, regret, or something else—"
Neither the person who made the painting nor the person who painted it, they are not in the world.
Nie Qing chose four paintings of the funeral burial mound, and left the rest as a souvenir for Mrs. Wei Xian and the children.
One is Mrs. Wei's child, one is Wei's parents and siblings, one is Nie Liang, and the other is Nie Qing.
Seeing that he was so thoughtful, Mrs. Wei looked a little relieved.
When the news of Nie Jun's defeat came back to the territory of Zhongzhao, the pressure Nie Qing was under could be imagined, but instead of falling down, he gritted his teeth to support the endgame. Resting the troops and horses, soothing people's hearts, I am so busy that I sleep for an hour or two at most a day.
Although Nie Liang had helped Nie Qing to eliminate those ambitious people before his death, he never imagined that Nie Jun would be defeated so thoroughly.
The Nie Clan was weak, and the forces that originally depended on the Nie Clan naturally gave birth to other ambitions.
In order to appease these people, Nie Qing spent a lot of energy.
However, there are not enough soldiers and horses in his hands, insufficient deterrence, and more and more guys who don't listen to the tune. Nie Qing saw countless fickle faces in just a few days. The person who was flattering a few days ago turned his nose to his face and used threats to force Nie Qing to hand over his authority.
It’s fine for outsiders, but the Nie clan also got involved, and they all expressed the same meaning - Nie Liang and Wei Xian had defeated the Nie family, and Nie Qing was too young to support the overall situation. They, let them turn the tide and save Nie.
When Nie Qing heard this, she only sneered when her heart was cold.
What time is this, when Nie's life and death are at stake, these people only want to fight for power and gain rather than unite to overcome the difficulties.
Do they really think that Nie Qing is weak and can be bullied
In troubled times, the fist is the last word, and the fist is not as big as others, so you can only be beaten obediently.
For the first time, Nie Qing discovered the importance of strength and power. Without them, he would not be able to defend anything!