Chapter 1545

"You say, who do you say is gone?"

Nie Qing's thin shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands began to tremble, as if the whole person was isolated from the world, and all voices could not be heard.

"Who do you say is gone!"

The gentle and polite Nie Qing seems to be dead at this moment, leaving only an empty shell out of control.

He grabbed the messenger's skirt uncontrollably with both hands, lifted him up with shortness of breath and shivered, "tell me, who's dead?"

The messenger was also frightened by Nie Qing. He shook his thighs and restrained his impulse to incontinence.

He said, "Wei Yi, he is unfortunate..."

Before the messenger's voice fell, Nie Qing threw him out crazily. I don't know how this thin body can have so much strength. The messenger did not fall seriously. He looked flustered and got up from the ground, resumed his guilty posture, and leaned very low.

"The deceased is gone... Sir, please forgive me..."

Seeing his reaction, the minister who accompanied Nie Qing Fu Ling quickly made a voice to appease him.

"I'm sorry... How do you tell me to be sorry..." Nie Qing's eyes were already red, and the crystal tears rolled down several times. His expression was very fragile, as if a little blow could defeat him. Nie Qing cried with a choking voice, "my father has gone, and Nie Yang's bastard has gone. Now even my father-in-law has abandoned me - what did I do wrong? I lost my close relatives one after another in just a few months?"

Nie Qing almost roared out, his forehead was blue, and his sweat and tears rolled down.

"My Lord did nothing wrong. You did nothing wrong." When the minister saw Nie Qing sitting on the ground, he walked up on his knees and comforted him, "if you really want to say wrong, you can only say that the wrong time was born. Nie's building is falling and the enemy is eyeing. If the Lord continues to indulge in pain, how can you see the former Lord and them in a hundred years? At this moment, you should cheer up. After rest, you can save strength to protect yourself."

Nie Qing said hoarsely, "I know... You give me some time to calm down."

The minister knew that Nie Qing was too young to withstand repeated blows. He should be given enough time to accept the reality.

After crying, Nie Qingcai asked where Wei's body was.

When Nie Qing heard that Wei CI had sent his body to Langya County for burial, he was silent for a long time.

"Langya County... It's good to return to its roots."

The next day, Nie Qing calmed down a little and personally came to tell his mother-in-law the bad news. Mrs. Wei is a standard scholar lady. She can't pick anything wrong. Even when she heard her husband's bad news, she could hold back her tears.

Nie Qing looked haggard. He said weakly, "my father-in-law's body was sent to Langya County, but my son-in-law felt that maybe bianzhou was the place where he wanted to sleep most. Can my mother-in-law help my son-in-law sort out some of my father-in-law's clothes and set up a clothes grave to show his grief?"

Mrs. Wei will not refuse.

Clothes and other things were prepared by her, but the objects, books and paintings that Wei Xuan loved were in his study, and Nie Qing was more familiar with them.

Nie Qing pushed away the familiar study and saw the bright sunshine pouring out.

The master left for a long time, but the study was cleaned by servants. Every inch was clean, not even a bit of floating dust.

Nie Qing's tears, which were hard 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 iron people can't stand it.

Nie Liang is his respected father, and Wei Yu is a teacher and father-in-law, playing a role similar to his father.

Nie Yang is a bad bastard, but before the incident, Nie Qing really loved him as his brother. His feelings are true.

Now, all three of them return to the underworld first. It is conceivable that Nie Qing has suffered a blow.

He picked out some of Wei's favorite collections, his eyes suddenly fell on the bookshelves displayed in his study, and a paragraph came to mind.

[father in law! I'm your son-in-law. I'm sure to change it! I also know that there's a picture in the third row of your bookshelf -]

[shut up!]

He walked up to the bookshelf and saw some pictures.

Nie Qing opened a picture of a young man in a green shirt reading bamboo slips among rockery flowers. 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 it was not a single painting, but a vivid scene.

A middle-aged man with elegant appearance played chess with his eldest son. A gentle and beautiful woman held a baby boy in her arms and looked at him gently. There were three children of different ages, sitting or standing, reading or playing. Nie Qing recognized this as her father-in-law's son and the beautiful woman as her mother-in-law.

When the Mountain Ghost was talking nonsense, Nie Qing thought that the words hidden on the bookshelf were fire avoidance pictures or other disharmonious things. He looked at several paintings and didn't find anything similar at all. Among all the paintings, the most impressive one was the scene where Nie Liang met Wei juchu. Nie Qing stood there for a long time and sighed, "I don't know whether to say pity, regret or something else."

Both the painters and the people in the paintings are no longer in the world.

Nie Qing chose four paintings to be buried with his clothes and clothes, and left the rest for Mrs. Wei and her children as a souvenir.

One is Mrs. Wei's children, one is Wei's parents, brothers and sisters, one is Nie Liang and one is Nie Qing.

Mrs. Wei looked a little relieved to see him so thoughtful.

When the news of Nie Jun's defeat came back to zhongzhao, Nie Qing was under conceivable pressure, but he didn't fall down, but gritted his teeth to hold up the mess. Rest the troops and horses, calm the hearts of the people, busy, and sleep for at most one or two hours a day.

Although Nie Liang had helped Nie Qing clean up those ambitious people before his death, he didn't expect that Nie Jun would be defeated so thoroughly.

Nie's power is weak, and the forces originally attached to Nie will naturally produce other ambitions.

Nie Qing spent an unknown amount of energy to appease these people.

However, there are not enough troops and horses in his hand, insufficient deterrence, and more and more people listen to the tune and don't listen to the propaganda. Nie Qing saw countless fickle faces in just a few days. A few days ago, the flatterer turned his nose and face and forced Nie Qing to hand over power by means of threat.

It's just that outsiders, but the Nie family also got involved and expressed a meaning in their words - Nie Liang and Wei Xuan lost all Nie's family. Nie Qing is too young to support the overall situation. It's better to delegate power to them and let them turn the tide and save Nie.

Nie Qing listened, and his heart was cold. At the same time, there was only a sneer.

When is this time? Nie's life and death are at stake, but these people only want to fight for power and profit rather than unite as one to tide over the difficulties.

Do they really think he is weak and deceptive?

In troubled times, the fist is the last word. If the fist is not as big as others, you can only be beaten obediently.

For the first time, Nie Qing found the importance of military strength and power. Without them, he couldn't hold anything!