"Brother, please stop talking, I have already decided!" Before Nangong Limo finished speaking, Gong turned around and said firmly.
There was no other way, Nangong Limo finally agreed to Gong's words, and decided to stay and help Gong himself, no matter whether he won or lost this time.
The fire of war that had just stopped started again.
Under the city wall, beacon smoke is everywhere, and war drums are beating in the sky!
Because the number of people on Gong's side was small, Zhao Kongming always took Gong lightly when fighting started.
Gong learned Zhao Changyuan's fighting skills. She has a modern smart mind, and she has read "Sun Tzu's Art of War" before. When fighting, she was careful and cautious, and finally won the battle miraculously.
war.
But the scar that penetrated deep into the bone marrow of Gong's heart still hadn't healed at all. Time had turned her into porridge, losing both flavor and tenderness.
Maybe even she herself didn't know how she spent this year. She was in a daze, day after day.
Every night, when everyone has fallen asleep quietly, Gong wakes up from his dreams again and again, sweating profusely.
In the dream, Zhao Changyuan was still by her side. He took Gong's hand and said he would take her to the most carefree place. His palms were still warm. But in the blink of an eye, Zhao Changyuan's cold body lay quietly.
in front of her.
Every time Gong woke up with a start, it seemed that one second he was by Zhao Changyuan's side, and the next second he felt lost.
That feeling of having nothing left accompanied Gong for countless long nights.
The prosperity of the imperial city and the faint moonlight reflected by the glazed tiles are so beautiful, but no one appreciates the beautiful scenery.
No matter where he went, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it seemed incompatible with Gong's sadness.
In this year, Gong has traveled to many places, places she and Zhao Changyuan have traveled together.
The beautiful scenery was still there, the sound of running water was still there, it seemed that nothing had changed, and the eagle in the sky seemed to be telling her: "Don't be sad anymore!" But the more she looked at this, the more her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
During this year, every minute and every second seemed to be like a year for her.
If it weren't for the purpose of assisting Zhao Changyuan's brother Ye Hanyun in reviving the Yeming Kingdom, or if she hadn't considered that there was an old grandfather waiting for her in another world, she might have gone with him as early as the day Zhao Changyuan died.
, and there is no need to suffer this kind of lovesickness day and night.
The tomb in front of me was built by Gong alone for Zhao Changyuan outside.
Because Zhao Changyuan's body was destroyed on the day of his death, both the palace and Gong Palace were built in his place with some things from his life.
After Gong built the tomb, she would come to Zhao Changyuan's tomb and stay for one to two hours every day.
Nangong Limo knew all this, and he didn't stop Gong because he knew that Zhao Changyuan's death was a big blow to Gong. She and Zhao Changyuan loved each other so deeply, and it was understandable that she was like this.
of.
During this period of time, Gong spent more and more time in front of Zhao Changyuan's grave.
This time it’s even worse. I went out two days ago, but I still haven’t come back on the third day.
Seeing that Gong hadn't come back yet, Nangong Limo suddenly became a little anxious. He was worried that something would happen to Gong, so he decided to go and have a look.
"!"
When Gong heard someone calling her, she slowly turned her head to look, but suddenly she felt dizzy, then her vision went dark, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.
Seeing Gong who was about to fall, Nangong Limo quickly flew towards her with a light skill, caught Gong when she was about to fall to the ground, and carried her back home.
Zhao Changyuan is Mu Ziyu's soul. After Zhao Changyuan was beaten to pieces by the man in black, Mu Ziyu himself also suffered a lot of heavy injuries.
It took Mu Ziyu a day and a night to finally find and repair the soul that she had placed on Zhao Changyuan's body.
With the return of his soul, all of Zhao Changyuan's memories also poured into Mu Ziyu's body.
"Son!"
Picture after picture flashed through Mu Ziyu's mind.
Mu Ziyu felt a sharp pain in his heart. He opened his eyes and a tear flowed out of his eyes unconsciously.
Mu Ziyu raised her hand and gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes.
This feeling has not occurred for a long time.
More than a hundred years ago, his heart had suffered like this, and it was also because of Gong.
Now a hundred years have passed, and he has waited for her for a full hundred years. He thought that his heart had been numb long ago, but he didn't expect that it would still hurt at this moment.
"Honored Master!"
Just as Mu Ziyu was immersed in memories, Ling suddenly ran in.
"What's wrong?" Mu Ziyu straightened her expression, regained her usual calm, and asked calmly.
"Honored Master, it's not good, Master...Master, she stood in front of Zhao Changyuan's grave for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. She became ill because of longing for her. Now she has exhausted all her energy. I'm afraid..." Gong looked anxious.
He said, his eyes filled with tears.
Mu Ziyu's heart was shocked when she heard this, and she asked, "Can't you even save her?"
"The master no longer has the will to live. Even if I can rescue her, if the master is unwilling to wake up, it will only make the master like a vegetative state..." Ling said with a sad face.
"That's it! Let her go!" Mu Ziyu sighed and waved.
"But this is the last chance. If the master..."
"Okay, Ling, you go down first!"
Before Ling finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Ziyu.
"Master, that Ling will leave first!" After Ling said that, he glanced at Mu Ziyu worriedly, and then went out.
Looking at Ling's leaving figure, a trace of disappointment and sadness flashed in Mu Ziyu's eyes.
He should have guessed this outcome as early as the beginning.
Gong's calamity was not as easy as he thought.
In order to let Gong Chenggong survive the disaster, he reluctantly sacrificed his own soul to create a person like Zhao Changyuan to accompany her through the disaster. But he did not expect that he failed in the end.
'Son! When can you come back to me?'
"Doctor, how's it going? Is she okay?"
Looking at Gong lying on the bed, Nangong Limo asked anxiously.
After taking Gong's pulse, the doctor shook his head helplessly and said to Nangong Limo: "General Nangong, the second lady misses her so much that she is ill. Now there is no way to save her. You should prepare the funeral arrangements for the second lady in advance!"
Hearing what the doctor said, Nangong Limo seemed to have fallen into the abyss, and he unconsciously took two steps back.
"General Nangong, if nothing happens, I'll take my leave first!" After saying that, the doctor looked at Nangong Limo, sighed and left.
"Naihe Bridge?" Gong murmured as he looked at the bridge, "Then...is there the Meng Po Soup at the end of the bridge that makes people forget their past?"
When Gong stepped onto the long bridge, he felt warmth surrounding him. He always thought that the underworld was desolate, but he never expected it to feel like this.