Gong Yueyue was immersed in the heartache and worry for her husband at this time. Hearing He Yong blame herself so much, she couldn't help but blame herself. She held her head tightly with both hands and murmured: "It's not my fault...
...It was my fault......"
However, Han Fang, who was standing by the window, could not hold back and hurriedly told the truth: "General He, you have misunderstood Madam. Madam was seriously injured two years ago and has forgotten many things. She has only slowly recovered her memory recently."
After saying that, he recounted the scene when he met Gong Yueyue by chance in Cangzhou. He Yong suddenly realized it and was extremely embarrassed: "I see... I was confused." I really don't blame him. He Yong
I misunderstood Gong Yueyue, but this general's wife was a mistress who did not follow Zhao's rules from the beginning.
Gong Yueyue also has some self-awareness. In her marriage to Zhao Changyuan, she let go every time and he tried hard to keep her. So it's no wonder that people around Zhao Changyuan feel that she is unreliable.
.
She curled her bitter lips, added some hot tea for He Yong, and comforted softly: "Don't say that. You must have worked hard these days to protect my husband. I am very grateful to you."
He Yong held the tea cup with both hands, lowered his head and said: "The general is a brother and a benefactor to me. I, He Yong, will not hesitate to act like a cow or a horse. I am a bad boy. It is really thanks to him that the general can survive until now."
Speaking of this, he relied on his memory to unfold the unbearable past events one by one.
It was an afternoon one month after Gong Yueyue disappeared...
"Zhao'er, it's been more than a month. If she was still alive, she would have come back long ago."
Zhao Xiong's words failed to change Zhao Changyuan's numb and pale face, but they frightened Zhao's mother Liu, who was sitting by the bed and waiting hard. She put down the soup bowl in her hand, pulled her husband and walked out of the house quickly.
Stepping on the stone bricks in the corridor, he couldn't help complaining angrily: "How could you say such things to him? Don't you understand your son? If that girl is really gone, then he, he is still alive
It won’t work!”
Zhao Xiongwei'an's back was weak and he leaned against the wall. He stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows and said helplessly: "But no matter what, he will have to face it sooner or later. What's the difference between him being like this and death?"
Mrs. Liu wiped away her tears and said, "Then you can't irritate him! If my son has any shortcomings, I won't be able to live anymore! Uh-huh..."
He Yong stood in the room closest to the door, listening to the words of the Zhaos and his wife, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. His body, hair, and skin were affected by his parents, and now that Zhao Changyuan is torturing him, he is actually torturing his parents.
Thinking of this, he curled his lips helplessly, and when he raised his eyes, he met the worried eyes of the evil young man. He guessed that the evil young man was thinking the same thing as him.
The silence in the room was broken by Fang Zhiwen's voice: "General, do you have something to say to me?"
Everyone turned around and saw that Zhao Changyuan was staring at Fang Zhiwen beside the bed, his eyes moving strangely, as if he wanted to say something.
He Yong stepped forward, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally relented and removed the silk stuffed in Zhao Changyuan's mouth.
"Let me go." The young general, who hadn't spoken a word in a month, had a hoarse voice that was almost unrecognizable as his.
Fang Zhiwen bit his lip in embarrassment and stepped aside.
He Yong scratched his scalp and said helplessly: "General, please don't embarrass me. I don't dare to loosen your bonds without the general's order."
Zhao Changyuan's eyes moved with a dull look, passing through the familiar faces in front of him, and finally landed on Tian Hai's face. Tian Hai sniffed and muttered: "Young master, don't even dare to look at the little ones.
.....If anything happens to you, you can't afford it..."
Zhao Changyuan didn't seem to want to waste any words, he just prayed to everyone in his sight with a heartbreaking look.
Du Ruotong's eyes were red and swollen, and he glanced to the side, unable to bear to look at him anymore.
Aunt Six, on the other hand, turned her face on her face and rebuffed him: "You don't have to look at me, I won't be soft-hearted! Who told you to seek life and death..."
Before he finished speaking, a figure walked quickly to the bed, and while everyone was stunned, he pulled away the ropes binding Zhao Changyuan's feet.
"Evil young man!" Sixth Aunt screamed in surprise.
He Yong even planned to reach out to stop the other party.
The evil young man threw away the binding rope in his hand, glanced at the people around him, and asked in a cold voice: "Do you plan to tie him up for the rest of his life?"
He Yongyang said anxiously: "Isn't there nothing we can do about it? You are so messy!"
The evil young man was also a little annoyed. He raised his voice and retorted rudely: "He is a human being, not an animal. He knows what he is doing! If he wants to die, will he survive if you tie him up?"
This sentence left everyone present speechless. For a person like Zhao Changyuan, who has a pure heart and a strong nature, force and confinement have no effect at all.
When he saw everyone was silent, he tried to untie the rope from Zhao Changyuan's hand, but his movement stopped midway. The life of the other party was at stake, so he had to be cautious. What's more, this big white goose was indeed a human.
Weird. He looked at the other party's desperate eyes and said honestly: "I know you are in pain. No matter how much we say, we can't alleviate the pain in your heart. But think about it, what you are suffering now, you can't bear to let your parents
Will you bear it once too?"
"To put it bluntly, you don't care about others now. You are worse off than dead. You just want to go with her. I can understand it. Because I also know what she gave up for you."
Speaking of this, he noticed a strange look in Zhao Changyuan's stagnant eyes. He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly. On that sleepless night in the desert cave, the strange woman told him a myth that spanned thousands of years.
, making him unable to believe it but having to believe it. Gong Yueyue, this woman, is like a wonderful life separated from the world. Every move, word and deed is incompatible with this era. If we say that she is vulgar, uneducated and has no quality
, but she is more knowledgeable and generous than any woman Pan Jingyuan knows. If we say she is knowledgeable...but she can't even write a calligraphy calligraphy well...
But based on his understanding of Gong Yueyue, he believed that she would not be so bored as to make up such a bizarre story to deceive him. So he knew how precious the fate and relationship between Zhao and Gong were.
If he were to be himself, he would probably go crazy today. Who else can replace such a unique person?
Thinking of this, he found that Zhao Changyuan was looking at him motionless, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes. There was shock, but more of displeasure.
Is this guy still jealous at this time? The evil young man sighed helplessly in his heart, but what he said was: "Because of this, as her husband, you failed to save her, but you didn't even intend to avenge her.
? How dare you go to see her? "
Zhao Changyuan's complicated expression finally solidified at this moment.
The evil young man secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that the other party had listened to his words. "That's all I said, it's up to you what to do." After saying that, he untied the knots in front of him one by one.
But after he muttered words, he suddenly heard a dull sound of footsteps behind him. His heart trembled slightly, and he nervously turned his head to look, and saw a tall figure slowly walking towards him against the sun.
This figure was so familiar that Xiao Huzi recognized him at a glance: "Master, why are you here?"
Zhao Changyuan didn't say anything and walked towards the tomb in silence, his plain linen mourning clothes rustling with his steps.
Little Huzi was a little worried. There was no one around now. If the little master couldn't think of it and went to kill his wife, how could he stop her?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but raise his eyelids and secretly glanced at Zhao Changyuan's face.
The originally handsome face was now bloodless. The empty eyes, the dull lip color, the thin cheeks... This scene was very similar to the man who went on a hunger strike in Luoyang City until all he had left was
The next breath of him.
Little Huzi felt very sad, but he didn't know what to say to comfort his master. He could only squeeze out a few words timidly: "Master... you have to take care of yourself..."
Zhao Changyuan did not look at him, still staring blankly at the lonely grave in front of him, and only said lightly: "Go back, I want to be alone for a while."
Although Huzi was worried about his boss, he did not dare to disobey Zhao Changyuan face to face. He could only quietly retreat to a place where the other party could not see him and hide behind a tree to prevent anything unexpected from happening to his master.
In the distance, Zhao Changyuan sat cross-legged, motionless facing his wife's stone tablet. Huzi hugged the big tree trunk in front of him and waited motionless. Suddenly, he noticed that something foreign seemed to fall lightly on his hair, and he raised his head.
Look, it startled him...
The leaves above his head were spiraling down towards him like rain. As soon as he raised his head, they were coming towards him, and he couldn't even hide.
"Ah, bah, bah... poof..." He shook his head of fallen leaves in embarrassment and kicked the tree trunk angrily, thinking that it was probably the birds perched on the tree that were causing trouble.
, he raised his head to take a closer look, and a face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling came into his sight.
"Second Young Master Pan." Huzi recognized this man's identity at a glance. He thought to himself that this guy was the only one who would have the leisure to make fun of others at such a time.
Young Master Pan was sitting on a tree branch with a branch in his mouth. He looked down at the little tiger and made a "shh..." gesture to him.
Xiao Huzi immediately understood that the evil young man was probably worried about Zhao Changyuan, so he squatted on a tree from a distance to watch. At this time, the young man's originally worried heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The evil young man seemed to be innocent.
Marginal, not serious, in fact, it is indeed first-rate and reliable.
Imagine the rumors among the people in Luoyang City at that time - "No matter how righteous you are, you can't be Zhao Shao, and no matter how evil you are, you can't be Er Shao."
Now, it is precisely this evil young man who is guarding the most glorious and outstanding person in Luoyang City without any regrets. Times have changed, how can we not make people sigh. (To be continued)