Pan Zhuqing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and turned his eyes to the emperor casually. At this time, the emperor's face was quite ugly, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were looking at Fu Yun coldly. After a long while, he said coldly: "Go back to Lengxiang Garden.
Go ahead, you must be tired after talking so much."
Fu Yun didn't care about the emperor's anger. Anyway, she had already said everything she wanted to say. So she straightened her clothes, stood up and said goodbye: "The daughter of the people, please leave." After saying that, she gave Pan Zhuqing a slight salute.
She kept a moderate distance and nodded to her with a distant smile.
"That's good, at least he will be safe in this life." With this belief, she finally walked out of the imperial study room with difficulty.
After crossing the threshold, the guards and maids in the corridor looked at her with a very complicated look. The people living in this palace were more or less snobbish. Not long ago, they all despised Fu Yun because of his loss of power.
Looking at her, I felt that she was as humble and pitiful as those women in the cold palace. At this moment...she was walking in the long and narrow corridor, her back was bleak, but her whole body exuded a desirable charm. She was fragile and unbearable.
One blow, but it has an unattainable and powerful soul.
"No wonder the emperor likes it." Tong Xian sighed silently in his heart.
"No wonder Brother Xiao likes it." The guards also thought secretly in their hearts.
No one knew that at this moment, in Fu Yun's arrogant and lonely body, the heart that had already suffered so much was breaking apart bit by bit.
How many times had she imagined what it would be like to meet Pan Zhuqing again. She didn't dare to hope that he would accept her broken face. But at least, maybe he would have a flash of pity. Or maybe, worst of all,
The scene where he was shocked, at a loss, or even disgusted. It was much better than the current situation. He didn't care at all about her and everything about her.
She dragged her heavy legs, step by step away from the imperial study room, away from the man she loved deeply but who had broken her heart.
Until a soft call suddenly came from behind her - "Yun'er." She immediately stood there as if she had been hit on an acupuncture point.
The familiar smell slowly approached behind her, and the familiar face appeared in front of her again.
The word "Yun'er" made Fu Yun's heart, which was about to freeze, start to burn wildly again. Although she knew that the surroundings were full of eyes at this moment, and even though Master Jiu was waiting a few steps away, the big light bulb was waiting for her now.
In other words, even if he could give her a little warmth, it would be enough to revive her heart, which was so sad that she died.
She looked at him dreamingly, the love in her eyes was like a river that was about to burst its banks. Because she was not sure whether there would be a chance to see him again in the future. He also looked at her, but his face was calm and his expression was indifferent.
The night was still deserted. Moreover, an impeccable distance was deliberately maintained between the two of them.
Fu Yun suddenly thought of the scars on her face, and immediately lowered her head, covering her face in panic. Although she felt that every move she made now was stupid. However, no matter what kind of woman, in the face of love, not all
Fool?
This situation made Master Jiu feel a little pity and sadness in his heart. Only Pan Zhuqing maintained his calmness and indifference from beginning to end, without even frowning.
"You left something behind." He spread his hands, and a familiar hairpin lay quietly in the palm of his hand.
Fu Yun subconsciously reached out and touched Kongkong's hair bun, and then realized that she was so lost just now that she didn't even realize that she had lost something. She smiled bitterly and said softly: "Thank you, Master Pan."
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the tassel of the hairpin. Just as she was about to twist the hairpin back, in just a moment, her hand was suddenly tightly held by that big hand, and the hot heat in her palm was like an electric current.
It ran into her arms and reached her heart.
Her mind went blank, and when she came back to her senses, the warmth in her hand had been quickly removed, the hairpin was in her own hand, and the broad back figure had left without looking back.
All this was so fast and sudden that she never figured out whether it was a hallucination or whether it really happened. However, the warm touch of that moment was almost still on her skin. She raised her hand and sniffed at the tip of her nose.
It seems that you can still smell the scent of his palm. Could these be fake?
Master Jiu nodded, thought for a moment and then asked: "I just heard outside the Royal Study...I heard Miss Fu interceding for that pretty boy?"
Pan Zhuqing asked casually: "Yes, so what?"
"That pretty boy has indeed made outstanding contributions." Mr. Jiu could not understand more and more the man in front of him. He clearly wanted Zhao Changyuan to die, but now he always stayed out of it and acted like nothing happened all day long.
Pan Zhuqing still replied unhurriedly: "Think about it with your mind. From ancient times to the present, how many of the traitors who were killed or not killed have outstanding achievements? Will there be fewer people interceding on their behalf?"
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Xue Jiu nodded in agreement, but then asked with some worry: "Your Majesty... won't you offend Miss Fu for this?" This woman is really full and has nothing to do, so why do you do that little pretty face?
Are you worried about this?
Pan Zhuqing glanced at him thoughtfully. He opened the curtain and let the faint moisture outside the window hit his face. After a long silence, he said leisurely: "The emperor will not blame her. The emperor treats her
, I was really moved."
Xue Jiu looked at his face, but couldn't clearly see his expression at this moment. The shadow of the curtain wavered on his face, just like how he looked in Xue Jiu's mind at the moment, which seemed to be getting more and more unpredictable.
"What about you? Where is your sincerity?" Of course, Xue Jiu only dared to swallow this sentence in his stomach. He was only glad that he was not a woman, and even more glad that he was not Pan Zhuqing's woman. If nothing else, this man
, in terms of emotions, he is really cold and indifferent. He has liked Gong Yueyue for so long, and he seems to have no feeling at all when the person dies. Fu Yun has liked him for so long, and to protect his innocence, he even did not hesitate to destroy her.
He killed himself, but he didn't even have the slightest pity. Xue Jiu felt more and more that he, Pan Zhuqing, was still alone to this day, and maybe he deserved it. How could a woman with no warmth have a good life?
Woolen cloth?
Next, there was no words in the carriage, only the sound of horse hooves on the road. Jiu Ye was in a gloomy mood, while Pan Zhuqing looked listless and didn't seem to want to talk much. The carriage drove safely to the official road in front of Pan's house.
After parking the car, the bright firelight outside the car window awoke Pan Zhuqing, who had closed his eyes and was concentrating. "What's going on outside?" He leaned against the car window and looked out, and saw that the door of Pan's house was full of people.
Everyone held torches in their hands, flashed weapons, and assumed a tense posture.
Master Jiu also looked out carefully through the car window. After a while, his tired expression suddenly turned cold, he squeezed his eyes, then simply rubbed his eyes vigorously, and finally his whole body was almost tense with tension.
Pan Zhuqing saw his reaction and immediately made a judgment: "Is it him?"
Master Jiu swallowed, but still stared out the window, and nodded and replied: "Yes...it's him...Zhao Changyuan is here."
Seeing the always arrogant Master Jiu acting like this, Pan Zhuqing was a little annoyed at first. But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was really excusable. Although Zhao Changyuan is usually gentle and gentle, after all, he is a man who kills without hesitation.
Killer general. In addition, he has suffered such a huge stimulus from the pain of losing his wife, and now he is forced into a back alley. Maybe he is really crazy. I am afraid that such a person can do anything.
Thinking of this, even Pan Zhuqing couldn't help but feel angry, but he quickly regained his composure. He said to Master Jiu in a cold voice: "Why are you panicking? Since you are already here, just let me know him."
"After saying that, he decisively opened the carriage door.
Even though Pan Zhuqing was mentally prepared and had guessed many versions of Zhao Changyuan's current situation, he was still stunned when he stepped out of the carriage and saw the other party standing under the firelight not far from him.
The Zhao Changyuan he expected might be the madman in ragged clothes who was rumored to be chasing his enemies everywhere with a knife. Perhaps he was the desperate father like in his memory who was so angry that he wanted to destroy the Pan Mansion and get his children back.
It was definitely not what he saw now. So much so that it took him a long time to identify the other person before he was truly sure of his identity.
This man was dressed in a green and white cassock, standing upright, wearing a monk's hat on his head, without any weapons around him. His fair face was made more delicate and refined by the night and simple clothes. He clasped his hands on his chest and on his wrists.
Wrapping the bodhi rosary, her eyes were calm and calm. This calmness was different from Pan Zhuqing's calmness. It was a kind of determination and indifference that completely isolated herself from everything in the world. Even though there were murderous Pan Mansion soldiers standing in front of her,
Although the flames around him were licking the blade of the knife, eager to try on him, there was no trace of hostility in him from head to toe, from his skin to his breath. The whole person looked like a monk with a handsome face and a noble temperament.
Everyone present who recognized Zhao Changyuan secretly lamented that the once prosperous young master in Luoyang City, the once high-spirited American general who led his officers and soldiers to attack the Taishi Mansion at night, had now lost all his glory at this moment.
It's like a world away.
Zhao Changyuan looked in the direction of Pan Zhuqing indifferently. When the other party came closer, he said lightly: "Amitabha."
The appearance of the other party in this way made Pan Zhuqing feel a little confused. He was used to the other party using knives and guns, ransacking homes and running wild and wildly. But now he was not used to it. He did know that Zhao Changyuan was hiding in the Shaolin Temple.
But he never thought that the other party would actually escape into Buddhism. In Pan Zhuqing's mind, the possibility of him becoming a monk himself was much greater than that of Zhao Changyuan. A man who regards the love of his children as more important than his own life,
Is it really possible to achieve all four elements? (To be continued)