But he continued to say to Ruotong seriously: "First of all, you can't speak so rudely, don't let others think you are angry. Secondly..." He walked around Ruotong: "You are dressed like this,
It looks like she is an official lady, so she must be replaced to make him feel that you are so close. Finally... take off the dagger from your waist. And what is this? A whip? Take it off."
Du Ruotong covered his whip and muttered: "This...this is all to prevent your brother!"
Pan Zhuqing and Gong Yueyue reached out to her at the same time and looked at her without questioning. She had no choice but to pouted and took off all the self-defense equipment on her body.
Only then was Pan Zhuqing satisfied, and he did not forget to give one last instruction: "Okay, now we have decided. As soon as nine o'clock passes tomorrow, we will gather at the gate of the prefect's Yamen. Do you remember everything?"
"Remember." Ruotong replied harshly, holding his voice.
Looking at the face that was exactly the same as Jiang Haoran's, Gong Yueyue couldn't help but feel a little dazed, and said casually: "Yessir!" Suddenly she realized that she had been stupid again, and added hesitantly: "Uh... I remember."
When Magistrate Du returned to the mansion, he happened to meet Pan Zhuqing and Gong Yueyue who were about to leave. He was so shocked that his face turned pale. How could these two people suddenly get together with their daughters and be affectionate? There was no time to think about it.
He hurriedly stopped them and refused to let them go, insisting on inviting them to dinner.
Du Ruotong also held Yueyue away and refused to let her go. She was too bored and had no friends. It was rare for someone to come to the house to look for her, and she would be extremely happy.
Unable to resist the hospitality, Pan and Yang had no choice but to stay in Du Mansion for a light meal. After dinner, Pan Zhuqing and Magistrate Du had a casual chat in the study, and the two girls also chatted in Ruotong's boudoir.
It took a long time. It was not until it was really late that the two of them were sent back to their homes by carriages brought by Magistrate Du.
"Mrs. Zhao, are you going to the Zhao Mansion?"
"Oh no, take me back to Yang Mansion."
"Mrs. Zhao, we're here."
"Thank you."
She stepped out of the carriage and raised her head to face the unfamiliar gate of Yang Mansion. The moonlight was dim and desolate. The person holding his arms and pacing back and forth waiting for her to go home would no longer be around.
Thinking of this, her nose felt slightly sore, and she raised her feet to step up the steps.
"Yang Yiyi." A cold and familiar voice sounded behind her.
Turning around suddenly, a man slowly walked out of the darkness not far away. He was tall and unsteady... When she was close enough to see his face clearly, she quickly turned her head away, unable to bear to look at his pale and haggard face.
"Pretty boy..." she murmured softly.
He approached her step by step with difficulty, and with every step he took, the wound on his leg was pulled and painful like tearing. She stood there, waiting for the thunderstorm that was about to break out.
After finally moving to her, he broke the silence: "Why did you come back? I'm so hungry..."
She felt moved in her heart.
He reached out and held her shoulders, turned her face to him, and looked at her steadily: "I know you are angry, angry that I am petty and don't believe you. But madam, I was so scared, so worried, and so...
It hurts...so when I saw you two together, I really went crazy."
She held back her cry: "Stop talking..." The strong smell of plaster on his body made her feel uncomfortable. At this time, shouldn't he be lying in bed to recuperate? He came here hungry and tossing around, is he dying?
?
He thought for a while and then said: "Or... are you angry that I am too rude? I promise I will never do that to you again... Madam... please forgive me."
"Stop talking...Shut up..." Her voice began to tremble. When it came to this matter, she should have given him two slaps and told him to go home, but why did she see him staggering and looking so pale?
Face, but she can't bear it?
He grabbed her hand and held it in front of his chest, his eyes full of pleading and his voice full of pleading: "Madam, I really can't do it anymore. I was so angry at that time, I deserve to die! I know you really can't do it this time.
I'm so sad. Please forgive me this time, Yiyi, and come home with me."
"I...I won't go back." Yueyue took out her hand, turned around and walked up the steps of Yang Mansion. She had already come out of Zhao Mansion, so she couldn't let herself look back. She couldn't forget who she was, and she couldn't forget who she was.
The way forward.
Behind her, Zhao Changyuan endured the pain and stumbled after her with dragging steps. He finally grabbed her arm and whispered behind her: "Please, forgive me, forgive me."
For a moment, Yueyue really softened her heart and really wanted to go back and hug him. However, in the end, her rationality woke her up. She must not sink in, nor let him sink deeper. She would definitely leave.
Yeah, it's better to take advantage of this opportunity and make a clean break.
"I won't go back, just give up." She froze and murmured.
He still held her arm tightly: "Do you really not want me anymore?"
"Yes, no more."
But he still refused: "No, tell me, what do you want me to do before you forgive me?" He knew that he was terribly wrong this time, and no matter what the price, he must make his wife forgive him.
, change of mind.
Yueyue stood in silence for a long time, and finally turned around to face him, with no warmth in her eyes, just like the first time she looked at him in the sedan chair: "It's useless no matter what you do. General Zhao, you
Why don't you understand? I don't like you anymore." After saying that, even she herself felt trembling.
He was stunned at the moment, and she had such a ruthless and cold look, so cold that it made him feel extremely biting even on such a summer night. What she said she didn't like... seemed to be true. He looked at her blankly, and finally
Slowly, he pulled out a piece of paper from his close-fitting clothes, with three words crookedly written on it: "Gomba Daddy".
"Then...what is this? You said this is because you like me." He handed the note in front of her, his eyes were red, his voice was trembling, and the corners of his mouth were twitching slightly.
She grabbed the note, which still contained his body temperature. She was heartbroken, tore it into pieces in her hands, and threw it in front of his eyes: "It's gone. Just like my love for you, it doesn't exist anymore."
." After saying that, she turned around and walked in the direction of Yang's Mansion. There was no more pleading voice behind her, and no more hands came after her to hold her.
Before closing the door, the last thing she saw was him lying on the ground in an awkward posture, picking up scraps of paper.
"Master!" Tian Hai rushed out from the darkness and helped him lie down on the ground to look for the scattered pieces of paper. When the last piece of paper was held in his hand, Zhao Changyuan finally fell silently into the darkness.
Without the young master's order, Tian Hai would not dare to talk, so he could only grit his teeth and remain silent, letting Mrs. Liu drag him into chaos.
After a while, Zhao Changyuan slowly opened his eyes.
Tian Hai was the first to notice, and immediately rushed to ask: "Master, Master is awake... Master, are you okay?" Zhao Changyuan did not answer, just stared at the roof numbly. (To be continued)