Pan Zhuqing raised his head and asked disapprovingly: "Why do you think so? Are you a witness? Do you have physical evidence?"
"That imperial concubine framed him in a blood letter for colluding with foreign enemies to gain power. It's ridiculous. Who doesn't know that the people of Liao and Xixia hate him the most. If he covets the power, how could he do it for Gong Yueyue?
Can you even risk your own life?" At the end of the sentence, the evil young man's face was flushed with excitement. "You are as smart as a big brother, how can you not see through this? It's just that you chose to add insult to injury and hurt innocent people without conscience!"
Under the bright moonlight, Pan Zhuqing's face was as cold as cold spring. "If you have evidence to prove that he is innocent, take your trump card to Jinluan Palace or Kaifeng Mansion. No one will stop you. Don't stay here with me.
act wildly."
After saying that, Pan Zhuqing gave way to the road and signaled to see off the guests.
The evil young man also walked away with a cold face. No matter how rebellious he was, he would never fight against his own brother. After taking a few steps, he stopped in the moment, turned his back to Pan Zhuqing, and said softly: "In fact, the eldest brother is also sure in his heart that he is innocent.
The purpose of detaining his child is to make him voluntarily bear these unwarranted charges and cut off all his chances of survival. Am I right?"
He didn't wait for the answer. Of course, he didn't expect an answer at all. He just shook his head at his empty shadow in front of him and walked step by step into the long night.
When the carriage stopped at the door of Zhao's mansion in the eastern suburbs of Luoyang, Gong Yueyue suddenly felt her heartbeat speeding up inexplicably, making Zhao nervous.
Han Fang got up first and got out of the car, then held the door curtain for Gong Yueyue: "Madam, please." This situation and this scene made the dream that had haunted her for many days and nights come to mind again. In the dream, she was the bride of Fengguan Xiapei.
When she got married for the first time, she was led by a warm hand and walked into the brightly lit mansion. Thinking about it now, that was probably the real scene when she got married into the mansion.
Thinking of this, her nose was slightly sour, she calmed down and said softly: "Don't call me madam. Even in a no-man's land, we have to be careful." Han Fang knew that he had made a mistake, so he nodded and said, "Yes, young master."
."When she stepped steadily on this road paved with bluestones, Gong Yueyue felt as if she had arrived at a place she had visited countless times in her dreams. Every trace of air, every inch of flowers and plants seemed to be filled with strangeness.
There is a warm feeling of familiarity. But this extraordinary mansion in front of me now seems so desolate and lonely.
Han Fang is a smart man. He knows when to speak and when to remain silent. At this moment, he knows that what Gong Yueyue needs is to savor the taste of revisiting this old place alone. So he stayed in the carriage knowingly.
Stand by and watch her walk into the gate of Zhao Mansion step by step.
Gong Yueyue remembered that when she watched "A Dream of Red Mansions", she could never understand the loneliness of "the sky is full of flowers when flowers fade, and no one can pity the flowers when the flowers fade away." Nor could she have any sympathy for the sunset of a wealthy family. But when she pushed away the heavy
When he opened the door, with the rustling of dead leaves under his feet, his eyes were filled with a blur of mist that could not be suppressed.
Everything seems to be no longer what it was before, with traces of random inspection everywhere. The flowers, plants, trees, pavilions and pavilions all show a decadent and lifeless atmosphere.
Gong Yueyue walked slowly and watched, hoping to find the missing clues in her memory from this residual scene. After all, according to others, she had a husband and children, and she had been so happy. After all, she already knew,
In this world, there is someone who loves her so sincerely and passionately...
Walking through the gardens, corridors, halls, study rooms, and bedrooms that were once filled with laughter and laughter, she stopped and walked, quietly savoring the aftertaste left by those who had been related to her. Her ears felt like
When I hear the serious disciplining voice of a middle-aged man, I feel like I hear my mother's gentle admonishment; I feel like I hear the laughter and laughter of young men and women; I feel like I hear a voice calling in a low voice - "Lady".
The unsmiling father-in-law, the noble-tempered mother-in-law who dotes on her children, the noisy servants and maids, and the husband who holds her in the palm of his hand and regards her as his life... Everything that others have told her, she can now understand by herself.
meeting.
Finally, she stopped at the door of a room that was ajar. For some reason, an inexplicable trembling feeling spread from her toes to her whole body. Her sixth sense told her what everything inside meant to her. "I
I'm back." She whispered to the carved wooden door in her heart, and then gently opened the door.
Different from the mess outside the house, what came into view was the clean and warm atmosphere of the house. The joy of the wedding had not yet faded. Various fruits were placed on the table, and flickering candles were lit. The windows were bright and clean, and the fruity aroma came to the face.
Before Gong Yueyue could see the details of the whole room clearly, a familiar voice suddenly sounded: "Why did you come back? I'm so hungry." She looked along the voice and suddenly realized that the head of the bed was sitting at an angle.
A man, dressed in dark brocade, with his hair tied neatly behind his head. As he spoke, he put down the book in his hand, got up and walked towards her.
From the height of his body, she could already confirm that he was the person Shi Zhao lingered in her dream. Then she raised her head and moved her gaze to his face, with his fair and jade complexion, gentle eyes as bright as stars, and his nose.
The elegant curvature of her face, the warm smile between her red lips and white teeth...
Time and space, at this moment, stood still before her eyes.
In the end, it was he who had the upper hand who compromised. "Madam... I was wrong. Don't look at me like this. I didn't mean to force you. I like you, Daddy Gangba!"
She remembered a relatively fierce quarrel between the two of them in this room. He smelled of alcohol and sweat, stared and said arrogantly: "I don't allow you to see him again!"
"Who? Who are you not allowed to see?"
"Pan Zhuqing, and that damn Jiang Haoran!"
"Aren't you kidding? You don't allow it. Why don't you allow it?"
"Just because I am your man!"
She remembered that one night, he was lying next to her, complaining with a resentful look on his face: "We haven't had... like that for almost a month. Think about it for yourself, how long it has been since you let me touch you! Why?"
She recalled that after Luo Shi's rebellion, when the two of them got together warmly, she curled up in his arms and counted his wounds with distress: "You have seven more wounds, and I don't know if they will leave scars. My husband is so pitiful."
"It's not pitiful. Although I have bruises all over my body, and maybe there will be more and more in the future, but this place... this place is completely yours. Only you can get it in your hands. Promise me not to say anything like leaving again,
I would be very sad."
"I'll never leave again, I promise."
She thought again of the last night the two of them spent in this room before he sent troops to Youzhou. He curled up in the bathtub, with beads of water hanging all over his body, and said cutely to her: "I don't look as good as before, right? Fortunately, there are no scars on my face.
, otherwise the perverted lady might not be willing to have me."
She remembered her tone and mood at that time: "I want whatever you become." It was just as firm as her words.
"real?"
"real."
She still remembered his satisfied smile at that time, which seemed to be able to warm the coldest ice in the world.
She also recalled that on that night, she had sworn to him: "I have always been afraid that you would go to war, but when this day really came, I felt calm. I will marry a man like you and have your
Love, I am very lucky. I am willing to wait for you and protect you. These are the prices I should pay. I am willing to bear it. No matter how difficult it is, I can get through it until the merciful God sends you back to me."
She remembered all the things she had forgotten. Those scenes of the past were either sweet or heartbreaking...
In the end, her memory stopped in the ice and snow of more than a year ago. He was in tatters and changed beyond recognition. He hugged her and burst into tears: "Madam... can you... come back and see me..."
Yes, she has fully realized what she missed a year ago. "My husband...my husband...I'm sorry...I came back too late...I'm sorry..."
Her thoughts have dispersed, but the scene in front of her is still chillingly realistic. The room is full of clutter that has been copied. The table is full of manuscripts and books that have been torn apart. She is like a lost woman.
The child who had just left home knelt in front of the bed, holding an embroidered soft pillow and crying until he was hoarse.
Pan Zhuqing chuckled and asked him: "With such a persistent temper, how could he give up so easily without killing Ang Yue with his own hands?"
"Then how do we know whether he was killed or not?" Xue Jiu still couldn't figure out why Pan Zhuqing was so sure that Zhao Changyuan was still alive.
"How can my brother not know whether Ang Yue is alive or dead? Think about it, he is not in a hurry to find Zhao Changyuan, which means everything must be fine."
"What you said makes sense." Xue Jiu suddenly realized it again. He felt that his head was placed on his neck just to make himself look taller. Over the years, what he felt the most when he stayed with Pan Zhuqing was
The four words "suddenly enlightened".
While they were talking, someone came to the study door. "Sir!"
Pan Zhuqing didn't need to raise his eyes to know that the person coming was his close confidant Wu Huanyi. "Come in."
This man walked into the study, went straight to Pan Zhuqing, and whispered in his ear in a very low voice. Even Xue Jiu couldn't hear what this man was saying.
This is not because Wu Yanyi despises Xue Jiu. After all, Master Jiu is the closest person to Pan Zhuqing. It’s just that Pan Zhuqing has always been extremely cautious and rigorous in doing things. His rules are that any important information that anyone gets,
He himself must be the first to know. Whether it can be passed on is up to him.
After listening to Wu Yanyi's whisper, Pan Zhuqing's face suddenly changed, and his eyebrows raised slightly, making it difficult to distinguish between happiness and anger: "Can you see it clearly? Are you sure it's him?"
Wu Yanyi replied firmly: "My subordinates saw it with their own eyes. It is indeed him. It can't be wrong."
After hearing this answer, Pan Zhuqing was silent for nearly ten seconds, and suddenly sighed without any trace: "I see, no wonder he doesn't know anything." (To be continued)