Fang Zhiqi clenched his fists, hating himself for the first time for being so useless.
"Shen Mei, you are the most favored young lady in the family. You have been wronged by marrying me. I usually listen to you, but this time, please go back. Hu Juan is the woman who gave birth to the child. I have to bury her. she."
Shen Mei became even more angry when she heard this and wanted to curse a few more words, but she didn't dare to curse anymore when she saw You Cha's head at the side.
"Very well, Fang Zhiqi, not only do you have no concubines now, you also no longer have your wife and legitimate son."
Then he walked angrily into the ruined temple.
Jun Moye chatted with You Chatou for a few words, and then spoke to Fang Zhiqi.
"You are Wan'er's father, right?"
Fang Zhiqi hurriedly handed over his hand.
"Yes, thank you Mr. Jun for taking care of their mother and daughter these days. If Mr. Jun comes in need of her in the future, please give me your instructions."
Jun Moye spoke in a deep voice after hearing this.
"That's not necessary. My wife thought that Wan'er's mother was quite nice, so she helped her. In fact, there is no need to fight for Fang Hu's burial. We have cut down the trees. You can clean it up for her, and then we can go together. Bury him, otherwise you will be alone and it will be difficult for you."
Fang Zhiqi knew that what Jun Moye said was true. He had no say in the family and no one would help him.
"Thank you, Mr. Jun."
Hu Juan had blood on her face, so naturally she couldn't carry her into the ruined temple.
Finally just outside the ruined temple.
Chuntao brought hot water and Fang Zhiqi wiped Hu Juan's face.
Liu Shan, Jiang Like and others used wooden sticks to make the coffin.
After Hu Juan's face was clean, Su Hanchu brought Wan'er out to see her for the last time.
Wan'er kept crying and calling her mother.
"Mother, mother......"
Fang Zhiqi's eyes were red, and he still shed tears looking at the crying Wan'er.
"Wan'er..."
Only then did Wan'er see her father and cried.
"Father, mother is gone, mother is gone."
Fang Zhiqi hugged her and spoke sadly.
"Wan'er, I'm sorry. It's your father who is sorry for your mother."
Wan'er cried and spoke.
"Father, don't say you're sorry. Mother said there was nothing you could do, but father also gave Wan'er medicine once. Mother said that you would occasionally find wild vegetables and quietly bring them to mother. Mother said that she doesn't blame you, Let Wan'er not blame you."
Fang Zhiqi felt even more guilty after hearing this, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes. How could she always be so considerate?
It's already very late. Everyone has to be on their way tomorrow. There is no way that Hu Juan will keep delaying time.
Jun Moye reminded him.
"Load the coffin."
Fang Zhiqi let go of Wan'er.
Hu Juan was carried into a coffin tied with some wood.
In the distance, several people from Liu Shan were already digging holes.
Hu Juan will be buried soon.
Wan'er was crying, perhaps because she had been crying for too long and was so tired that she fell asleep. However, she kept sobbing softly while she slept. Su Hanchu held her in his arms distressedly.
"Fang Zhiqi, we have something to tell you about Wan'er. Come to the Jun family."
A group of people returned to the ruined temple.
Jun Moye told others to take the time to rest.
Then he sat next to Su Hanchu.
Su Hanchu hugged Wan'er.
He looked at Fang Zhiqi and spoke directly.
"Wan'er is your biological daughter, what are your plans?"
Fang Zhiqi looked troubled when he heard this, and finally gritted his teeth.
"Young Madam, I have already felt sorry for Hu Juan. I can no longer feel sorry for my daughter. From now on, I will take care of Wan'er myself. No matter what, I will support Wan'er."
Su Han glanced at him when he first heard this.
"Logically speaking, this is your daughter, and it is only right for her to follow you, but Hu Juan has entrusted Wan'er to me a long time ago, and I have promised her to let Wan'er follow me.
What's more, you, a grown man, may not be very good at taking care of a little girl, and your wife is not easy to get along with. You may want to consider that it may be better for Wan'er to stay with our family. "
Fang Zhiqi's eyes turned red when he looked at Wan'er who was feeling sad even as she slept in Su Hanchu's arms.
"Young madam, you are right, but after all, Wan'er is my biological daughter, I..."
Jun Moye looked at him in trouble and spoke.
"I heard what Wan'er said just now. You have sent medicine and wild vegetables. You are not useless. It's just that the fate of exile is playing tricks on people. Fang Zhiqi, just let Wan'er follow our family. You still have a wife and children to take care of. If you really take Wan'er back, I'm afraid it won't be easy for you to explain."
Fang Zhiqi was silent for a long time after hearing this.
Finally, he knelt down to Jun Moye.
"I leave Wan'er to the Young Master and Madam. I really don't have the ability to take good care of Wan'er. I just ask you to be kind to Wan'er. When we get to the northwest, our flag is willing to do anything for you."
Jun Moye hurriedly helped him get up and sit down.
"Okay, wait until others see it."
Su Hanchu looked at Wan'er in his arms. Although he couldn't bear to see his child suffer, he didn't want to cause trouble.
"Fang Zhiqi, we will treat Wan'er well in the future and let her get to know you, but now you have to write a letter of renunciation or a deed of betrayal for Wan'er. Your Fang family is huge and things are too complicated. , I'm afraid someone will use Wan'er to cause trouble."
Fang Zhiqi naturally understood what the Fang family was like. His second uncle's family had split apart because of his toughness, but his father was cowardly, and he, a bastard, could not speak, so he could only be tied to the eldest son of the Fang family.
Su Hanchu put Wan'er into Jun Moye's arms.
Go to the bag and take out pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Fang Zhiqi, write it. Your relationship with Wan'er is not proved by a piece of paper. Just treat it as for Wan'er. You have to write the same thing about severing the contract of selling books."
Fang Zhiqi struggled repeatedly, and finally took the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote a letter of renunciation, bit his finger and put his fingerprints on it.
"Young Madam, I hope that just as the Young Madam said, the father-daughter relationship between me and Wan'er cannot be proved by a piece of paper. I am incompetent with the Fang family. I hope this letter of severance can make my relationship clear. Wan'er grew up safely."
Jun Moye put away the letter of renunciation.
"From now on, if you want to see Wan'er, you can do so at any time, but you have to know that you can't cause trouble to her. This journey is not easy for everyone. There will be times when the Jun family is negligent, and maybe your concern will be too Let others be jealous of Wan'er. You know your family better than we do. It's best to wait until we get to the northwest."
Fang Zhiqi nodded when he heard this, looked at Wan'er again before getting up and leaving.
"Master Jun, Madam, please take your leave now."
After he left, Ping'er came over and said.
"Young Madam, please leave Wan'er in the care of my servant. I am familiar with Wan'er, so it should be okay to let her follow you."
Su Hanchu nodded when he heard this and gave Wan'er to Ping'er.
He and Jun Moye just started to seize the time to rest. It was already midnight, and they were afraid that they would lose energy if they had to travel tomorrow.
In the days that followed, the Chen family and the Fang family became surprisingly peaceful.
Perhaps as we were approaching the Northwest Road, everyone finally saw hope and often helped each other. On the third day of the first lunar month, we finally arrived at the Northwest...
