Chapter two hundred and forty-eight square inch chaos
But it was precisely because of the arrival of reinforcements at this moment that the one-armed general was in chaos and was obviously a little panicked when he made his move. Pan Zhuqing took advantage of this opportunity to kick him into the crowd, and when he was avoiding the crowd, he aimed at his heart.
He stabbed the sword hard again.
This general was a tough guy. Even though he was hit by the sword, he still fought his way out and stumbled into the night.
Pan Zhuqing ordered people to search everywhere, and half an hour later, a body was found in a corner not far from his residence...
His thoughts were brought back to reality. Pan Zhuqing looked at the man in front of him who had lost all signs of life, and his heart felt ripples for no reason. The life that was alive a few hours ago fell into irreversible decay in the blink of an eye.
This kind of despairing fall has happened too many times before Pan Zhuqing's eyes. His mother, two ladies, Yulian... one after another, they were still talking to him one day, and disappeared forever from this world the next day.
.One day, he, Pan Zhuqing, will be the same. Lying in a corner, he will turn into bones quietly.
Meng Yue's death left Tong Xian heartbroken for him.
What about Pan Zhuqing?
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt as if there was an unbearable coldness running from his scalp to the soles of his feet. He was shivering slightly from the cold standing next to Zuo Zuo, but he himself had no sense of taste. He might not know, or he would never admit it.
, this feeling is actually what everyone has nowhere to escape from - loneliness.
Fortunately, Pan Zhuqing was very good at concealing his negative emotions. "Did you find anything?" He forced himself to calm down and asked the assistant next to him.
"Sir, except for some old wounds and a fatal sword wound, there is nothing suspicious about the deceased."
"Um."
After saying that, he turned around and walked out. Wuzuo breathed a sigh of relief. He had long thought that Mr. Pan was serious, but today he looked as cold as an iceberg.
As soon as Pan Zhuqing walked out of the door, he met Xue Jiu. He just happened to give him an instruction: "Go back and prepare. There must be no mistakes in escorting Tong Xian back to Beijing this time. I will rest assured only if you go in person."
"My subordinate understands, so go and pack your luggage."
"Go ahead."
Xue Jiu retreated in response. When he left, the lotus-colored brocade sachet tied around his waist swayed gently with his steps. The gold thread was particularly dazzling under the sunlight.
Pan Zhuqing stood there in a daze, until Xue Jiu completely disappeared from his eyes, and then he came back to his senses as if he was waking up from a dream. Subconsciously, he put his hand into his wide sleeve and held a green sachet in his palm. The fragrance was elegant and warm.
, so suitable for soothing his mood at this moment.
"You are the only person in this world that I want to hug..."
Now every time he recalls this sentence, he feels an inexplicable touch in his heart. Maybe it's because when Fu Yun said this sentence, it happened to be in the place closest to his heart... Thinking of this, he didn't even realize it.
A small smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"Madam, can you forgive me for one thing?"
"you say."
"When I leave, I won't say goodbye to you. Because I face you and I can't leave no matter what."
Two days after this conversation took place, Zhao Changyuan disappeared silently into the small world where Gong Yueyue was stationed for him.
Everyone in the Zhao Mansion and the military camp is just like Zhao. The only person who caused trouble is the woman under the eaves of a corridor in the courtyard of the Zhao Mansion who leans on the railing and looks into the distance every day. She does not cry or make trouble, and her face is as calm as late autumn.
No one knew that in just a few days, her heart would be quickly filled and then hollowed out...
The maid Xiaomei stood behind her master and couldn't bear to see her continue to sit there stupidly drinking from the northwest wind. She finally spoke to persuade her: "Miss, it's windy here, go back to the house."
Gong Yueyue didn't look back, she still leaned lazily on the lacquered wooden pillars, seeming to mutter to herself: "It's stuffy in the house, go out for some fresh air. It's windy outside, go back to the house... My life,
When is that all that’s left?”
Xiaomei silently approached and sat down next to her. "Miss, are you worried?" For her, the person in front of her was both her master and her friend.
Gong Yueyue turned her face and looked at her sadly, and then... "Secretly, you left. Just as you came secretly. You waved your sleeves and didn't take away a cloud." If Mr. Xu Zhimo knew her
How would you feel if you changed your classic poem to this picture of virtue?
"Uh...ah? Who's gone? Who's coming again?" Xiaomei didn't know "Farewell Cambridge", so she was confused.
She smiled helplessly, finally stood up, straightened her dress, and said, "I haven't seen Ruotong for a while, let's go see her."
Xiaomei was obviously very happy: "Okay, okay, I haven't seen Xing'er for a long time. But..."
"But what?"
"Miss, you haven't been out of the house very much these days, so you don't know that Master Pan has taken Miss Ruotong to live in Mr. Pan's mansion." Du Ruotong is now a national treasure of the Pan family, and needs special care in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation.
, Pan Zhuqing was indifferent, but he was very kind to his family, so he could no longer just watch her live in the Yamen Post House with a large group of military generals.
After hearing this, Gong Yueyue thought for a moment and then said: "Oh, it's okay. Let's ask Shang Yun'er to join us. I think she is quite bored. She talks to cats every day."
"I'll call her right away." Now that the master has spoken, Xiaomei doesn't have so many worries.
Zhao Xiong personally selected two pure white horses for her. Not only did they look good, but they were also docile, strong and durable. From the outside, the carriage looked plain and unpretentious, without any special features. But when you opened the door curtain, you would find that it was inside.
There is another world.
"This is not a carriage, it is simply your boudoir!" Aunt Six praised when she saw the interior of the carriage for the first time.
Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is indeed the size of a sparrow with all the necessary features. Various blankets and cushioned window curtains are not included. There is also a mini dressing table, mini bookcase and mini snack cabinet...
"When my body is fully recovered, I will drive a carriage to find my husband." Gong Yueyue said this to people. Everyone thought that she was a talkative person who was used to talking nonsense and teasing others.
She didn't take it seriously either. Only she knew in her heart that this was not a casual statement.
Since the carriage was brought to Cangzhou and renovated, it has never had the opportunity to take its owner on the road to show off its charm. One afternoon in early winter, it was a perfect scene.
Two white horses led three girls walking through the streets of Cangzhou at a slow speed. There was no prince, but there were cats curled up lazily on the dressing cabinet and sleeping soundly. There was also the warm afternoon sun shining in from the window, caressing the cats.
The three young women were laughing and having fun with their radiant faces.
No wonder people call going out shopping "to relax". They just breathe the air outside the wall for a while, and just listen to the shouts of people bargaining outside the carriage... Gong Yueyue already feels a lot more relaxed.
The Zhao Mansion is not far from Pan Zhuqing's residence, so they came all the way leisurely, not even an hour was spent. Gong Yueyue, Fu Yun, and Xiaomei got off the carriage one after another, and after informing their identities, they were immediately taken to the Pan Mansion. The people respectfully led him through the gate.
Perhaps it was because he was inevitably curious when he was in a strange environment. After taking a few steps, the cat in Fu Yun's basket suddenly ran away from everyone's eyes.
Fu Yun hurriedly chased after them. Gong Yueyue and Xiaomei continued to be led towards Du Ruotong's bedroom.
There were always some hurried house servants who passed by them with their heads lowered. Most of them were unknown to Gong Yueyue. But one special face caught Gong Yueyue's attention.
Because this face is too refined and elegant compared to her simple and plain clothes. Whether it is her fair and porcelain face, her reserved eyes, or her slender and flawless hands, everything exudes radiance. With a noble air.
Pan Mansion actually has such a special maid?! Not only Gong Yueyue sighed inwardly, but even Xiaomei also felt strange secretly.
In just a moment, Gong Yueyue discovered another huge doubt. Why did this woman's face look so familiar?
After walking for quite a while, Gong Yueyue was still thinking about it but couldn't find the answer. Suddenly a beautiful voice sounded from behind and stopped her: "Mrs. Zhao."
She looked back and saw that it was the familiar little maid walking towards her with a smile.
"Could it be that Madam doesn't remember me?"
Gong Yueyue quickly searched for relevant data in her mind, similar age, similar figure, similar appearance... and finally put together an overall impression. "You are... Liu Xiaoyu!"
When she said this, Xiaomei raised her eyebrows and stared at Liu Xiaoyu with even more curiosity. This should be the young lady who coveted her uncle's beauty and wanted to hook up with her, but failed, and was sent out of the city for some reason... she looked like that... Really impatient.
Liu Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to Xiaomei's eyes, and just bowed to Gong Yueyue: "It's Xiaoyu. I've met Madam."
"It's really you. But how could you..." Gong Yueyue was a little confused. To be honest, she had already forgotten this girl in her mind. It was because she encountered too many things and received too many stimulations after she woke up. The only time she thought of this person was after the Liu family massacre occurred, and she felt very sad for this poor woman.
Liu Xiaoyu's fair face and watery eyes now look even more pitiful. "Don't you know, madam, that Xiaoyu no longer has a home?"
Gong Yueyue hurriedly pulled her up and said with some shame: "I'm sorry, I haven't looked for you until now. It was my dereliction of duty to leave you alone outside the city."
Liu Xiaoyu held her hand and said sincerely: "Madam, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, I would be humiliated and seeking death. Xiaoyu also heard about Madam. You were unconscious a few days ago. Then she suffered from the pain of childbirth, which must have been difficult. Xiaoyu only regretted that she was useless and could not repay my wife for her generous rescue that day." (To be continued)