Hangzhou has been a picturesque city since ancient times, a prosperous place where people can live and work in peace and contentment. Gong Yueyue walked through the streets, carefully appreciating every scenery she saw, and remembering every shout she heard. Then she would talk to herself from time to time.
He whispered: "No wonder you yearn for this place. It is indeed paradise on earth."
On the third day after arriving in Hangzhou, she came to the West Lake. The sun was shining brightly and the temperature was not too low. She looked at the West Lake with a sense of sadness in her heart. "You like awning boats, I will take you there right now."
You sit once."
After that, I went to the boat dealer distribution center by the lake to pick out a awning boat, negotiated the price, and jumped on the boat.
The West Lake, the broken bridge, the boatman, the little girl... all of these reminded her of the TV series "The Legend of the White Snake" she had watched when she was a child. But the lady was still the same, but the husband had disappeared.
"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, but if we are not destined to meet each other, it is difficult to hold hands. After ten years of cultivation, we can cross the same boat, and a hundred years of cultivation, we can sleep together..." A few lines of the song with a bright rhythm made the heartbroken Gong Yueyue choke up while singing.
After a hundred years of practice, they slept together. How many more hundred years does she have to practice before she can meet, know, and fall in love with him again? Thinking of this, her heart felt cold, and her face also...
Why did it suddenly rain again?
The weather was so bad, it was sunny just now. Could it be that the White Lady came to tease Xu Xian again? She was having fun in the misery, but she could no longer laugh. She flattened her mouth, looked at the big and small circles on the lake, and wanted to get up.
She returned to the cabin to take shelter from the rain, only to find that there was an umbrella covering her head. She turned around and saw that the boatman had come behind her at some point and was holding an oil-paper umbrella for her.
She moved her gaze upward along the boatman's feet, including straw sandals, cloth trousers, coir raincoat, and straw hat. The outline of a face under the straw hat could be clearly seen even though it was covered in shadow.
She didn't know if she was dreaming, and she almost didn't dare to move easily, for fear that the dream would disappear with just one breath. But the boatman squatted down, threw away the umbrella in his hand, and threw away the straw hat, revealing his fair skin.
With a handsome and picturesque face and inch-long hair, his eyes were full of only her.
She still didn't dare to move, but just looked at him stupidly. Until he put his arms around the back of her head, pulled her close to him, and finally kissed her deeply.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, but the flowers are bright.
Among the boats coming and going, no one noticed that there were two people on a small awning boat in the center of the lake, kissing until they almost ate each other.
From the plank of the ship, to the awning. From kissing, to the intertwining of flesh and blood.
While taking a breath, she asked softly: "I'm not dreaming, am I?"
His lips found her ear, biting it involuntarily.
The boat floated aimlessly in the middle of the West Lake. The two people in the awning huddled together, and their eyes never moved half an inch from each other's faces.
"I miss you." Zhao Changyuan stroked Gong Yueyue's hair and murmured softly.
Gong Yueyue also played with Zhao Changyuan's fluffy hair and responded softly: "I miss you too."
"I love you." Zhao Changyuan said again.
But this time, he didn't get the answer he wanted to hear.
"I hate you so much." Gong Yueyue wrinkled her nose and replied fiercely.
Zhao Changyuan pulled her face closer and suddenly noticed the tears flashing in her eyes at this moment. He felt sad and held her in his arms. "I'm sorry, I made you sad. It's my fault."
Her face was pressed against his chest, and the tip of her nose breathed in the scent that reassured her. This was a scent that only he had. "Don't say sorry, just come back." As she said that, she also tightened her arms around his waist.
She stretched out her arms, wishing she could build him and herself together with cement. "But tell me quickly what's going on. I clearly saw you being poisoned with my own eyes."
"Yeah." He responded softly and kissed her hair. "I took Hedinghong at that time, and it was indeed poisonous."
Thinking of the scene at that time, she couldn't help but tremble slightly, and hugged him tighter.
"It's just that the red crane's crown poison can't kill me at all."
Hearing what he said, she was very puzzled. Everyone knew that Hedinghong was the most strange poison in the world, so how could it not kill him? She raised her head, looked at him doubtfully, and motioned for him to continue.
"Do you still remember the time when I was trapped in the desert and suffered from a strange poison?"
"of course I remember."
"Although the Mingjiao strange Gu is not well-known and little known, its toxicity is actually no weaker than that of Hedinghong. However, it will not kill me immediately, but will eat away at my consciousness and life bit by bit.
Let me do all the things I regret and die in regret."
"Fortunately, Senior Lin and Aunt Qing detoxified me, so I was able to survive. However, the method of detoxifying the poison was quite complicated. In the end, the most dangerous step remained to be completed. That is - fighting poison with poison."
Gong Yueyue understood something, blinked her eyes and asked: "What then?"
"Although highly toxic poisons like Hedinghong are enough to fight against the strange Gu of the Ming Cult, if the two toxins coexist in the body, one must have willpower and physical strength that are beyond Zhao's ability to survive. This will be extremely dangerous.
If things are not done well, the body will fail and die because the body cannot withstand the pain."
"That's why I hesitated so much that I didn't implement it immediately. Moreover, I didn't dare to tell you."
"So this time, I detoxified you by accident?" Gong Yueyue asked.
"It's not an accident." Zhao Changyuan said this with a somewhat guilty expression: "I have been practicing in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple for a year, just to learn the most exquisite internal skills in the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, and use it in the future when detoxifying."
Save my life. I never thought that someone would send me this Hedinghong. It would save me the trouble of searching for it myself. But after taking the Hedinghong, I would be in a state of suspended animation. So... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
You are so sad." He later heard someone tell him that Gong Yueyue was in so much pain that he felt so distressed that he died.
"That's it!" Gong Yueyue simply wanted to thank God and thank Buddha. "Fortunately, they happened to want you to commit suicide by taking poison. If it was beheading or something, it would be all over."
Zhao Changyuan smiled faintly and said, "This is really not a coincidence."
Gong Yueyue's eyes widened: "Could it be that... someone is helping you? Tong Xian? Or... Xiao Jun?" But no matter how you look at it, neither of them looks like someone with such ability.
Zhao Changyuan kissed her face and said mysteriously: "It's Pan Zhuqing."
When Gong Yueyue heard this name, she was immediately dumbfounded: "Ah? Pan Zhuqing? Are you kidding me? How could he help you?" Just thank God that he didn't hurt the pretty boy, okay?
Zhao Changyuan replied with a serious face: "It is indeed him. Not only did he help me let the emperor choose to poison me, but he also designed to save the lives of the Zhao family. Even if I faked my death and stole me away from you, he didn't
He allowed you to bury me, then settled me down, and allowed me to slowly recover my mind and strength. It was all because of his help."
"Why? Has he changed his gender? I still can't believe it. He...he has hurt you." Gong Yueyue still looked unbelievable.
"Because... when he helps me, he is helping himself."
A few months ago in Pan's mansion, Zhao Changyuan, who had been missing for a whole year, appeared in Pan Zhuqing's mansion.
In the pavilion at night, Pan Zhuqing asked him with a sneer: "Why should I help you?"
Zhao Changyuan said nothing and took out a stack of letters from his arms. Pan Zhuqing only glanced at it in the night and was shocked.
"I think we both know whether the person who has contact with Concubine Ke is me or you, Pan Zhuqing." Zhao Changyuan said calmly.
"Oh, what evidence do you have to prove that these letters are true?" Even so, Pan Zhuqing's heart felt a lot colder.
Zhao Changyuan smiled: "Master Pan, you are so ambitious and powerful, don't you understand that this kind of thing does not require so-called real evidence at all. What's more, don't you recognize whether these letters are true?"
Pan Zhuqing was silent for a long time, squinting and staring at the envelope on the stone table. He guessed as quickly as possible that the person who might have intercepted these letters was Tong Xian. In the end, Concubine Ke was the eunuch who fell into the trap.
In your hand?
"In that case, why don't you just hand these things over to the emperor? What are you doing here?" Pan Zhuqing asked with some confusion.
Zhao Changyuan sighed, looked at the lonely night sky, and said, "I owe Jingyuan so much. How can I personally send his brother to death?"
Pan Zhuqing's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't make a sound.
"What's more," Zhao Changyuan added, "My wife once said that although you are not a good person, you are indeed a good official."
Pan Zhuqing was silent for a while, then walked up to him and whispered: "This matter is not trivial. I forgive Pan for being incompetent and unable to help you. Let's go while the night is dark and the wind is high."
Zhao Changyuan laughed softly. "Now that I'm here, I won't be sent away easily by you."
"Really? If you have any other tricks, why not show them to me."
Zhao Changyuan opened the letters on the stone table and found one of the largest envelopes without a signature. He opened it carefully and took out a piece of kraft paper that had been folded several times. Under Pan Zhuqing's puzzled gaze, he spread it on the table.
With the lantern hanging next to the pavilion, the map on the paper is clearly visible.
"Master Pan probably doesn't understand, but this is actually a military map." Zhao Changyuan said, pointing to several triangular marks on the map, and explained to Pan Zhuqing: "This is Cangzhou, this is Southern Xinjiang, this is the East China Sea, and
This is Hulao Pass..."
At this point, Pan Zhuqing's face turned earth-colored.
Zhao Changyuan continued with a smile, word by word: "These places are where you, Pan Zhuqing, secretly stationed troops." After speaking, he rolled up the map and pushed it towards Pan Zhuqing. "And this map is where you are.
Pan Zhuqing's strategic plan. I have been sketching it for three months, and now I give it to you."
Pan Zhuqing gritted her teeth to hold on to the spirit that was about to collapse, and suddenly laughed: "Hahahaha, do you think you want to defeat me just because of this? Who would believe it?" (To be continued)