After wearing the book, I became Shoufu's favorite

Chapter 750 Dead
The next day was the day when Lord Shen returned to the capital.

Early in the morning, Song Mianmian was waiting at the gate of the capital with Mrs. Shen and others. The winter wind had brought a biting chill.

Song Mianmian was wearing a cloak and standing beside the carriage holding Mrs. Shen's hand.

In the distance, a carriage slowly approached, and the eyes of the two immediately lit up, full of anticipation.

It wasn't that they were unpredictable and saw the people inside through the carriage door, but a group of people had been waiting here all morning.

Every carriage I saw looked like this.

Fortunately, this time it was really Marquis Shen.

The carriage stopped beside Mrs. Shen, Song Mianmian and others. At this moment, Mrs. Shen did not have the image of a noble lady in the past.

She rushed directly onto the carriage, "Master Hou, Master Hou!"

Mrs. Shen was so excited, Song Mianmian and Xie Yuan looked at each other, and stood aside, not knowing what to say.

Yu Wangshu didn't come to the gate of the city, but prepared at home, Shen Yu was still young, so he didn't come either.

After a while, Mrs. Shen's cry came from the carriage. It was low and depressing. She was always a crybaby, but seeing Lord Shen now, she couldn't bear the grievance she had held back for a long time.

Although somewhat noticeable.

But neither Song Mianmian nor Shen Houye interrupted rashly.

They all knew how much pressure Mrs. Shen had felt during this time, that is, Mrs. Shen had not come back, so Mrs. Shen had endured it all the time, and now Mrs. Shen was back.

Mrs. Shen's emotions also exploded, but it came suddenly but there were traces to follow.

Mrs. Shen cried for a while, and only then did Lord Shen's slightly hoarse voice come from inside the carriage, "Ninny, A Yuan, go home."

He didn't show up.

"Yes, Father." Song Mianmian replied immediately, she and Xie Yuan got into the carriage they came in, and the two carriages went to Shen's house together.

At the door of Shen's house.

When Marquis Shen got out of the car, his eyes were still a little red, it can be seen that Mrs. Shen's crying just now caused sadness.

As for Mrs. Shen, she was about to faint from crying, her legs were weak when she got off the carriage, Song Mianmian hurriedly stepped forward to support her.

Shen Houye was sitting in a simple wheelchair.

He broke a leg and could no longer walk.

Song Mianmian looked at him, the circles of her eyes turned red. It was only three months before the expedition, but Lord Shen's temples were full of gray hair.

His whole body was thinned more than a circle, his leg was physically broken, and there was a piece of space under the clothes that belonged to the leg.

She couldn't bear to look away, and squeezed out the word "father" from her throat.

"Father."

"grandfather."

The voices of Yu Wangshu and Shen Yu came, and behind them, the butler was still pushing the delicate and comfortable wheelchair in his hand.

Song Mianmian asked someone to do it in advance.

She learned from Xie Yuan that her father's injuries were serious, and she would no longer be able to walk on two legs, so she ordered someone to prepare this.

This wheelchair allows Shen Houye to not have to rely entirely on others, and he can also control the forward and backward of the wheelchair.

Only now did Lord Shen have time to see his daughter and son-in-law, as well as his daughter-in-law and grandson, and he was filled with emotions for a while.

He was already a grandfather, but he still cried emotionally with his wife, and now he feels embarrassed.

It made the juniors laugh.

"First enter the house, let's talk after entering the house." After all, Lord Shen was still the head of the family, barely maintaining his dignity at the gate of the mansion.

"Master Hou." Madam Shen looked at the wheelchair Song Mianmian had prepared, and immediately said, "Try this, it's specially prepared by Nannie for you."

As Mrs. Shen spoke, her eyes turned red again.

Lord Shen didn't even care about his sadness, he nodded in a hurry, and was supported by Xie Yuan to sit over, "Okay, okay."

He agreed very quickly. Seeing everyone's eyes turned red, he even thought of joking, "That's right, very good, my daughter is taking care of me."

"Hahaha, it's still a girl who is caring." Shen Houye tried to say something relieved to make everyone feel better.

But the more he was like this, the more uncomfortable everyone felt.

Feeling uncomfortable and unwilling to show it in front of Lord Shen, his posture became more and more awkward.

What kind of transparent and intelligent person is Lord Shen Hou?
He could tell at a glance that something was wrong with everyone, and said directly: "What are your expressions? I'm not dead yet."

Rough words, but useful.

Everyone didn't think too much about it, but it was obvious that the person who was hurt was Lord Shen, and it was somewhat nonsense for them to ask Lord Shen to comfort him.

The group entered the house.

Encouraged by Mrs. Shen's eyes, Song Mianmian introduced the wheelchair in detail. When she heard that she could control it by herself, Lord Shen's eyes lit up.

He doesn't care about comfort or anything.

But being able to control that for himself really appealed to him.

He has been free to make decisions all his life, and now he is left to sit in a wheelchair waiting to be pushed away by guards...

It was worse than killing him.

Although sitting in a wheelchair is very restrictive, it is already the best choice for him right now.

It was already a great disaster for him to have such a thing happen, and he naturally couldn't accept it at first.

But it has been happening for over two months.

He can only let go of this matter and hide those things in his heart. No matter how unwilling or sad he is, life will continue, right?

His mother, wife, son and daughter-in-law, daughter and son-in-law, and grandchildren are all waiting for him in the capital and looking forward to him.

Broken a leg.

It just cut off his future and his life.

Now his life belongs to the mother's son, the wife's husband, and the child's father.

Only it no longer belongs to him.

Although Lord Shen looked calm and calm, he could even speak to comfort them.

But only he knew the pain in his heart.

At this moment, Shen Houye looked at the wheelchair with eyes, and those eyes could be regarded as alive.

Along the way, Lord Shen's voice to comfort Mrs. Shen became a little hoarse.

At this moment, he looked at Yu Wangshu and Shen Yu, and said, "Dakang and A Ci will be home in about half a month." He smiled, "Don't worry, they are all fine."

Yu Wangshu already knew it in the letter, but at this moment, he couldn't hide his excitement when he heard what Lord Shen said, and he was blessed, "Thank you, father."

Lord Shen shook his head lightly, and said: "The road is full of wind and dust, I'll go take a bath first."

As he spoke, he steered the new wheelchair towards his and Mrs. Shen's yard. The guard behind him tried to push the wheelchair, but he stopped him.

I can only silently follow by my side.

Mrs. Shen also followed suit. Since she met Lord Shen and married for so many years, she has never seen her husband so thin.

It seemed that there were only bones left, and she was frightened just looking at it.

Looking at the backs of several people, Song Mianmian couldn't help it, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with her back to everyone.

In the past, Lord Shen was always high-spirited, but now it seemed that all his arrogance had been broken. Although he was smiling, his eyes were filled with dead silence.

The Marquis Shen who fought on the battlefield died on this battlefield.

(End of this chapter)