He was too tired, so once he let go of his attachment to life, he felt relaxed. All the fear and anxiety disappeared, giving him a moment of good sleep.
A sound of footsteps coming from far away woke him up from his sleep. He finally raised his upper body and looked up to see the person's face clearly, but he was so shocked that his whole body trembled: "You...it's you..."
"It's me." Meng Yue squatted down and there was only a cell door between him and Tong Xian. Because the light was so dim, no one could see the expression on his face clearly at this moment.
Tong Xian thought he was still in a dream, but even so, he was still furious: "What else are you doing here? Do you want to see how I die?"
Meng Yue stretched out his fingers to make a silent gesture, and then whispered: "You will not die. As long as I still have breath, I will never let you die."
Tong Xian sneered: "Don't be hypocritical. If you really cared about me, how could you lie to me? You deceived me so miserably!" He originally thought that meeting an old friend in a foreign land would turn into a sinister conspiracy and betrayal.
Presumably no one can let go at this moment.
No matter how angry he was, Meng Yue remained calm, exactly the same as when they got along with each other: "I also have unavoidable difficulties. My daughter is being held captive by the Liao people, and there is nothing I can do. Please forgive me." At this point,
He reached into the cell door and patted Tong Xian's back: "The person I least want to hurt in this world is you."
Meng Yue's gentle pat hit the injured area of Tong Xian. A sharp pain made Tong Xian completely wake up. This was not a dream, and his enemy was really close in front of him. "Brother Meng..."
Knowing that he had his own reasons! You knew that he didn't mean to hurt himself! Thinking of this, Tong Xian forgot about the pain, forced himself to sit up, and held the cell door open, hope rekindled in his eyes.
Meng Yue lowered his voice to the lowest level, but it was enough for Tong Xian to hear clearly: "I have inquired. You will be escorted back to Beijing in three days. At that time, I will have the opportunity to take you away. Let's fly away."
Tong Xian felt that her heart was about to jump out of her throat: "Really? Are you really... going to save me?"
Meng Yue sighed softly and said, "You have already shouldered all the sins for me. If I didn't really want to save you, why would I have to come back to see you?"
"What about your wife and children?" Even though I feel sad, this is something that cannot be avoided.
Meng Yue seemed to have made a lot of determination and punched the cell door: "I can't care so much. You risked your life for me. What else can I care about?"
"Brother Meng, I...I thought..."
Meng Yue subconsciously touched his empty sleeve and said with a wry smile: "It's just that if you follow me in the future, I'm afraid you'll have to endure hardship."
"I'm not afraid of hardship! As long as I'm with you, I'm not afraid of anything!" For Tong Xian, this is almost like another reincarnation, another rebirth from the ashes, and another rebirth of dead wood...
Meng Yue patted his shoulder again and said lightly: "Wait for me."
"Um!"
No matter whether you have a dream or not, the sun will always rise the next day.
When Gong Yueyue woke up, she was still wondering why she was in bed. She remembered that she had been sitting at the table waiting for her husband to come back last night.
Before she could think too much, there were waves of hot and moist breaths coming from the back of her neck, and the big hands covering her waist and abdomen made her understand everything instantly. This feeling of happiness when she woke up with him next to her seemed to have been away from her for a long time.
His eyes were hot, but the corner of his mouth turned into a crescent moon...
Even though her calf was always sandwiched between his legs in an awkward position, and it was so sore and numb that she couldn't feel anything, she still kept the same position as when she woke up and did not dare to move. Because the person behind her was sleeping soundly, because she
She really didn't want to ruin this long-lost scene, because she was afraid that when he woke up, it would mean another parting.
Fortunately, people who are sleeping don't have so many worries. When they feel tired from sleeping in one position, they change positions and continue. This frees Gong Yueyue, who is about to suffer from cerebral ischemia.
By the time Zhao Changyuan woke up naturally from his sleep, it was already noon. For him, being able to see the person on the top of his heart as soon as he opened his eyes was really a happy scene that was both illusory and real, a long-lost happiness. He was lazy.
He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Gong Yueyue, who was sitting on the bedside, and pulled her in front of him for a kiss. "You've been awake for a long time?" His first words after waking up were filled with a strong sense of laziness.
Gong Yueyue rubbed his face with her forehead and said, "Well. I don't even know when you will come back."
He himself couldn't figure out what time it was when he came back. He just felt that he slept so darkly that he didn't even have half a dream. "I haven't slept so deeply in a long time."
She pursed her lips and smiled softly and said, "Are you hungry? I brought you lunch. Get up and eat something." Even if her husband, a foodie, fell asleep, his stomach would still growl with hunger, and she could hear it.
My face almost cramped from laughing.
When he said this, he felt hungry in his stomach, but he felt sweet and satisfied in his heart. He held her half body in his arms like a coquettish girl and said, "My lady is so kind."
After finishing lunch, Gong Yueyue asked while clearing the dishes: "Shall I bring the baby to accompany you?" He was rarely at home, so he couldn't really spend all his time on himself.
Unexpectedly, he didn't even think about it before he choked out one word: "Don't..."
She asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"I'm a little dirty. I want to wash it off before I can hold the baby."
When Gong Yueyue heard this, she couldn't help but laugh again: "You're still washing, are you mysophobic?"
He also had an embarrassed look on his face: "I went out in the dark last night, and I might have touched something unclean. It's better to be careful and take good care of the child."
Only then did Gong Yueyue realize that her husband was an ancient man after all, and some of his superstitious thoughts were purely ordinary. "Okay, let me fulfill your father's love. I will go get you water to take a bath later."
Just as she was about to leave, he pulled her back and fell on his lap: "You come with me."
"What a beautiful idea." Gong Yueyue said this, but what she was thinking in her heart was - "It must be done."
Tong Xian raised his head, spit out the straw in his mouth, and said casually: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"Last night, Meng Yue wanted to assassinate me." Pan Zhuqing said clearly one word at a time. When he noticed that Tong Xian, who had been smiling so playfully, suddenly turned pale, he paused deliberately, and then continued to speak more clearly: "
I killed him on the spot."
As soon as the words fell to the ground, there was silence in the whole cell. Suddenly, the sounds of banging on the cell door and the screams shattered the eardrums of the officials present. "What did you say? Say it again. Say it again!"
Pan Zhuqing doesn't speak loudly, but he can still express himself eloquently in a noisy and uneasy environment. "No matter what relationship you have with him, there is no resurrection after death, so I mourn and accept change."
After saying that, he took his eyes away from poor Tong Xian, turned around and strode out. The sound of curses and curses behind him hit him from far to near like a tide.
"You lied to me, you lied to me, you lied to me! Pan Zhuqing, come back! Come back and make it clear! Come back and make it clear--"
"Pan Zhuqing - you must die a good death - even if I am a ghost, I will not let you go -"
Pan Zhuqing doesn't care whether Tong Xian will turn into a ghost, because he doesn't believe that there are ghosts in the world. Furthermore, even if there are ghosts, he is not afraid. In the past few years, no less than ten people have threatened him with such words.
Man, he was used to hearing it.
At this time, while walking with great strides, he secretly laughed in his heart: "You won't let me go even if I'm a ghost? Haha, you can't defeat me as a human being, but are you capable of being a ghost?"
After walking out of the dungeon, Pan Zhuqing rushed to Yizhuang.
Wu Zuo was carefully inspecting Meng Yue's body. When he saw Pan Zhuqing walking in, he quickly dropped what he was doing and stepped forward to salute.
Pan Zhuqing gently waved his hand to stop him, signaling him to continue doing things as if he didn't exist.
Looking at this once all-powerful general and the fatal sword wound on his chest, the scene last night was still vivid in my mind.
After finishing writing the memorial last night, Pan Zhuqing and Xue Jiu went back to their rooms to rest. While half asleep, Pan Zhuqing vaguely heard footsteps in the room. Even though he knew that his mansion was fairly well guarded, he was highly alert.
, let him open his eyes immediately. As expected, he found a person standing at the door of the room.
"Who?" he asked, picking up the sword beside the bed and turning over to the ground.
"Let Tong Xian go!" The other party's voice was low and his words were concise and clear.
Pan Zhuqing's mind went blank for a moment, but within that moment, he immediately thought of a possibility. And this possibility became even more certain after he discovered that the other party had an empty sleeve.
"So it's you. It took no effort at all." There are not many people in this world who are willing to care about Tong Xian's life and death, and the one who happens to be missing an arm is none other than Meng Yue.
Although the opponent was one-armed, he was a master of martial arts after all. Pan Zhuqing did not dare to neglect him, so he mustered up all his energy, raised his sword, and caught up...
I had long heard that General Meng's "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique" was extremely fast and invincible. Pan Zhuqing had a real experience with it this time, and it was just like the rumors, the sword fell as smoothly and neatly as clouds and flowing water.
But……
Even if he can't defeat Zhao Changyuan, Pan Zhuqing is not a vegetarian. After all, in the past twenty years, the number of Central Plains people who can defeat Zhao Changyuan can be counted on one hand, and they are old and dead. Dongdu Xia can only barely
It was a tie, even when Zhao Changyuan didn't let go at all. After all, Pan Zhuqing came from a well-known family, and it was true that he had never killed a few people with his own hands. But if he was pushed to a point, ordinary masters would never be his match.
For example, at this moment, he knew in his heart that either the opponent would die, or he would finish the game. Only by putting aside all distracting thoughts and putting the opponent to death could he see the sun tomorrow morning. Fortunately, he still had a key advantage - home court advantage.
In the dark, of course, those who are familiar with the terrain will take advantage.
In addition, the guards in the courtyard are not dead. Just because they can't hear anything for a short period of time doesn't mean they can't hear it all the time. By the time everyone arrived at the scene, Pan Zhuqing and the one-armed general had already fought for more than ten rounds, with no score.