Chapter three hundred and twenty fourth suspicious
Xue Jiu curled up on the ground, holding her head, not even having the courage to look at her: "It's really none of my business! It's all our eldest young master's idea for the emperor! I'm not forbearing either, I'm always thinking about you.
The kindness you once showed me!" What he said really came from the bottom of his heart. The reason why he walked to the Zhao Mansion by accident today was because of the intolerance and guilt in his heart. He didn't even know why he wanted to
Does he come here and tip off the news? Does he dare? Will Pan Zhuqing let him go? The answer is obvious! He doesn't dare, and Pan Zhuqing will never let him go. He hates Zhao Changyuan, but he really doesn't have any deep hatred. He also sincerely
I am grateful to Gong Yueyue for his kindness. People are complicated. He knows that he is not a kind person, but after all, there are one or two soft and warm places in his heart.
Gong Yueyue heard something suspicious in his words and asked sharply: "What are your ideas, young master? Why don't you give me an honest explanation?"
Xue Jiu still held his head, fearing that if he let go, a sharp claw would appear on his neck and drag him into hell together. "The thing... the thing is like this..."
Luohe River is the most beautiful scenery in Luoyang City. Many elegant people, loving men and women regard this place as the most inspiring and romantic place in Luoyang City.
Pan Zhuqing stood in front of the window, looking at the ships floating on the Luohe River not far away, and sighed sincerely: "I have to say, she is very discerning. She had so many places to choose from, but she chose this place."
Find tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle, with the Luohe River right outside your window."
After saying that, he turned around and looked at Zhao Changyuan sitting at the table. "It's like she chose you."
A knowing smile appeared on Zhao Changyuan's calm face. "Thank you for the compliment. And thank you for being able to help me and bring me here."
Pan Zhuqing raised her eyebrows and curled her lips: "This is your house, you can look around."
Zhao Changyuan lowered his head and smiled and said: "No need. I am very satisfied to end it here."
Pan Zhuqing was still standing by the window, his expression returned to its previous indifference: "Are you ready?"
Zhao Changyuan stretched out his hand and took out a pile of damaged kraft paper from his chest. He opened it carefully. When his eyes fell on the crooked handwriting on the paper, a layer of mist suddenly condensed in his calm eyes. He was afraid of getting the paper wet.
He quickly and carefully folded the noodles, and carefully stuffed them back into his chest, which was the position closest to his heart.
Then, he took out a pair of worn-out gloves from the bag he carried on the table, put them on his hands extremely seriously, moved his palms, and finally said: "That's it."
Pan Zhuqing opened the door, took a tray from the palace attendant who had been waiting outside for a long time, and turned back to the room. There was only a wine bottle and a wine glass on the large tray.
He covered his chest and subconsciously wanted to rub his heart that was about to be broken. His mouth felt sweet and a mouthful of hot blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
An instinct to survive surged into his head, and he mobilized all his energy to fight against the severe pain in his body. Until a shrill cry suddenly sounded outside the door - "Ms. sir!"
He thought it was his hallucination. But obviously, Pan Zhuqing's shocked expression told him that the voice was real.
Before he had time to think more, that familiar voice sounded outside the door again. This time, it was clearer, louder, and getting closer.
"Please, let me in! I want to see my husband-in-law! I want to see him! Please let me in!"
"My lord! My lord, are you in there? My lord, please answer me quickly! My lord!"
"Let me in! Let me in!"
The shrill and tragic cries were like sharp ice picks hammering into Zhao Changyuan's heart. He had no time to think about it, and he couldn't feel any pain. He tried his best to stand up and walk out.
Before he could move even half a step, he fell to the ground.
He wanted to turn to Pan Zhuqing for help. He raised his head and looked at the other person's face, but he couldn't say a word. It was as if pools of pus and blood were blocking his throat, making him unable to make a sound. He could only use his breath to force it out.
He spat out several sounds that didn't form sentences - "Please, please, you."
The clothes of the guards and palace people outside the door were almost torn by Gong Yueyue. But without orders from their superiors, none of them dared to act rashly.
Gong Yueyue's sixth sense told her that at this moment, there was only such a thin door between her and her lover. She also realized that if she did not go in to see him, they would most likely...
It's a life away.
An extremely sad and desperate emotion rushed into my throat, and finally turned into bursts of helpless but powerful cries that could tear people's hearts. "Ah--ah--Mr.--let...let me in. Please..."
Please..."
Perhaps because her cry was so pitiful, two of the guards actually dodgeed, and as soon as their grip loosened, she took the opportunity to break free, ran a few steps desperately, and came to the door.
Just when her hand was about to touch the door, there was a "click" and the door was opened from the inside.
The first face I bumped into was Pan Zhuqing, whose eyes were a little flustered.
As if she hadn't seen him before, she quickly searched the room with her eyes, and finally met Zhao Changyuan's eyes, who was lying on the ground dying but still trying to raise his head.
Without thinking much, she knocked Pan Zhuqing away, threw herself to the ground, picked up Zhao Changyuan's already soft upper body, and held it carefully in her arms, as if holding a treasure that was about to break at any time. "Mr. sir, can you hear me?
I spoke?"
Zhao Changyuan's face was held in her hands. His skin was pale and weak, his eyes were full of her, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth, but he suddenly smiled. "Yes". He breathed out one word with difficulty.
"I'm sorry, sir..." Tears in Gong Yueyue's eyes kept pouring out of her eyes, falling on his sad face at this moment. "I came back too late..."
Zhao Changyuan was still smiling, his eyes never moving away from her face. "Just come back..." He tried his best to express this sentence clearly. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be grabbed by a huge force,
It made him feel that every heartbeat was getting harder and more painful. He knew that time was running out, so he blinked hard, gathered up his last bit of energy, and said, "I love you."
After saying that, a line of tears flowed from the corner of his eyes; after saying that, his eyes stopped moving; after saying that, his body slowly sank...
The Luohe River under the setting sun is like a brocade covered with maple leaves. The trees by the river sway gently with the breeze, gently scattering dappled sunlight. When Pan Jingyuan and He Yong rushed to the Luohe River on horseback, they saw a person far away.
The delicate figure seemed to be carrying something on its back, walking staggeringly on the river bank.
They recognized who the figure was at a glance, jumped off their horses, and ran towards the figure.
But when they were almost in front of them, the two people stopped dead in their tracks. Then, in broad daylight, the two grown men burst into tears until they burst into tears.
Gong Yueyue didn't even see them. She just carried Zhao Changyuan on her back, carrying her only love in the world, and walked closer and closer to the Luohe River step by step. Finally, her legs gave out, and she and Zhao Changyuan fell together.
On the ground.
She climbed up with difficulty and tried her best to lift her husband's upper body and lean it against her chest. She could feel that his warmth was leaving her body little by little.
She put her arms around his body and faced Luo He with him.
"My lord, look, Luoyang City is really beautiful from here, isn't it?"
"We have been together for so long, and we have never been like this, enjoying the scenery and not thinking about anything, just you and me."
"Look, sir, it's so cold, the Luohe River is probably going to freeze."
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"My lord, look, does the brightest star look like an eye?"
"Does it look like...your eyes?"
In order to save the lives of everyone in the Zhao family, the funeral of the dignified Marshal Zhao Changyuan was so simple that it was almost absurd. A simple mourning hall, a simple ceremony, and the only relatives and friends present were Pan Jingyuan, Du Ruotong, Yin Liang and He Yong. Even Zhao Xiong and his wife
All are buried in the dark for the time being.
Gong Yueyue never shed a single tear from beginning to end. But when she was finally laid to rest, she suddenly threw herself on the coffin like a madman and refused to let anyone get close to her.
"None of you are allowed to touch him!"
"No one is allowed to take him away!"
"No one is allowed!"
After a few hysterical howls, there was crying like the earth was shattering. Really gone, her Zhao Changyuan, her husband, her pretty boy, the most beautiful things she had ever had in her life. From then on, all the good things about him,
They will rot along with the coffin, and his appearance and voice will slowly fade away from her increasingly dull mind.
What a terrible fact!
But fate will never stop trampling on someone just because of his or her pity.
When the coffin was buried under shovel after shovel of loess, when the lonely grave stood vertically, and the paper money flew away. Gong Yueyue sat alone by the grave, staring blankly at the distant sky.
She suddenly remembered a poem that she couldn't remember where she had seen. Two lines in it were called - "The original southwest wind will pass away into the arms of the king."
Suddenly her heart felt hot, and she said to herself in the cold air: "If you are by my side, just blow up a gust of wind for me. I know that it is you hugging me."
As soon as she finished speaking, the breeze lifted her long hair...
In order to prevent her grief-stricken emotions from arousing the suspicion of the Zhao family, Gong Yueyue asked Du Ruotong and his wife to help them go back to the Zhao family to ask for leave, saying that they were going to the border with Zhao Changyuan to defend against the enemy. I don’t know if it was God’s will or man-made, next
The first marshal was actually Pan Jingyuan, the second young master of the Pan family.
Although Zhao Xiong and his wife were unhappy that their son had not even seen each other since he came back, fortunately the family was safe. They also guessed that the son and daughter-in-law had not seen each other for many years, so they were greedy for the world of two people, so they did not pursue it.
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In fact, Gong Yueyue disguised herself as a man, carried her luggage, and headed south, finally stopping in the city of Hangzhou. (To be continued)