Chronic diseases spread all over the body, and it is difficult to get rid of serious illnesses. It is said that illness comes like a mountain, but Zixiu, who had been smiling and smiling a few days ago, suddenly died overnight.
After sending Xia Qingluan back to his room, Wei Moyan went straight to Zixiu's room, bumping into countless panic-looking disciples on the way.
In a room that is clean and tidy at all times, with extraordinary elegance, a woman in pansy clothes with her eyes closed is lying on the bed and leaning into Hua Yu's arms. The usually gentle and elegant deputy master of Ziwei Hall has his eyebrows lowered, with a faint look of intolerance. Close and cold.
"What's going on?" Wei Moyan's face was gloomy. The eye-catching red color in the white palms hidden under Siluo's wide sleeves beside the bed was heart-stopping. The smell of life and death was extremely abrupt in the rare festive atmosphere.
Shao Bi and others who came earlier gathered around the bed, but always kept a certain distance. When asked, they all looked at Jiu He, who was the first to notice the situation.
"Purple Sleeve Hall Master said yesterday that she was not feeling well. Just after she came out of the meeting hall, I asked someone to go to Cheng Mansion to get some medicine. Unexpectedly, I saw her lying on the ground unconscious as soon as I entered the door." Jiuhe replied hurriedly. road.
Is she still taking those medicines? Shen Yuqing is not the only one who has doubts about Yun Yirong. Wei Moyan felt that the woman was not simple when he drove her away. If it weren't for Xia Qingluan and Zixiu's insistence, he would not have agreed to let her go. Yun Yirong came to the pavilion for diagnosis.
"Go and check the medicine you got."
"It has nothing to do with medicine." Hua Yu, who had been silent while holding her purple sleeves, suddenly said, "She has always been in poor health, and it's not like you don't know."
Everyone could hear the blame in his tone, but the Purple Sleeve Pavilion Master had been suffering from illness for a long time. Even if the Pavilion Master was really the reincarnation of the God of War Blood Demon, there was nothing he could do. I really don’t know where this anger came from.
Hua Yu lives alone all day long and rarely interacts with others. She doesn't even wait for orders in the pavilion most of the time. Because of her outstanding ability, Wei Moyan makes an exception. With a white bamboo flute and an elegant and Confucian air, she always stands alone and far away. Walking alone in a noisy place silently, in the eyes of others, Hua Yu is the most difficult person to get along with in Poyue Pavilion.
But recently, he has never left, and that transcendent figure that is not like the mortal world can always be seen.
Wei Moyan stretched out his hand to test Zixiu's internal energy, but Hua Yu blocked her before he reached her: "Don't touch her."
Everyone was stunned.
The already gloomy face became colder and colder, and the voice became three points colder: "Who do you think you are?"
"If it weren't for your betrayal of your heart, why would she be so haggard?" Hua Yu lowered her head and remained motionless, with no respect in her cold tone, "My childhood sweetheart, we are getting married, and she will devote all her thoughts to you. And what did you give her? She is unkind and unjust, and you are not worthy of touching her."
The hand hanging in the air suddenly dropped.
For the first time, someone criticized his attitude towards Zixiu so sharply.
The room was so silent that even breathing could be clearly heard. No one dared to make a sound or move even an inch. As the deputy hall master, he dared to scold the pavilion master. This was something that no one else had even thought about.
"Go to the city and ask the best doctor to come over." After a long time, the black figure turned around slumped, and the anger disappeared instantly, as if he had acquiesced in the accusation against him. The cold voice was less sharp and more slack: "It has nothing to do with it. Everyone, please go out and come find me in Qingluan's room if you need anything."
"At times like this, you are still thinking about Hongxian!" A Dongxiao whimpered, and before anyone could see clearly, the slender white bamboo suddenly shot out and pointed directly at Wei Moyan's heart, surging with anger and causing a sudden gasp of air.
Rebellion and rebellion are serious crimes.
Hua Yu doesn't understand why Wei Moyan is obsessed with a woman who is as cold as him instead of Zixiu. She sacrifices her life for him, goes to death for him, travels around the world for him and tastes the warmth and coldness of the world. She will accompany him no matter whether Hongxian is there or not.
How come he doesn’t know how to cherish the women who come and go in his world, between life and death? How many people fall in love with her for her grace, luxury, gentleness and kindness, and how many people lament that he doesn’t understand the style and doesn’t pity the person in front of him. She is so talented and beautiful and single-minded.
Him, isn't this enough?
Her life will soon end.
But at this moment, he was eager to marry Hongxian. In front of her pale and almost colorless face, he was still thinking about that woman even when her life was hanging by a thread. He didn't even stay with her for the last period of time.
Ken.
The pain in her heart must be like her own, looking at it but unable to do anything.
"I want to take her away." She turned her wrist to take back the flute, and Hua Yu returned to her usual calm and lonely state. Without even looking at the others, she turned around and hugged the unconscious woman in pansy clothes, "You can stop it, it's best if you
Kill me, and if there is even half a breath left, I will never let you hurt her again."
After several years of silence, he was finally able to speak freely what was on his mind, even though she couldn't hear him.
The indifferent black figure did not move or speak, and the colors in his eyes were changing and unpredictable. The people around him did not dare to say anything, so they could only look at each other and get out of the way.
"Hua Yu." The moment they passed each other, Wei Moyan put his hand on Hua Yu's shoulder. There was no anger or any emotion. He was as calm as Jingchuan Zhishui. "Let go, you can't save her."
"Neither can you."
"At least I know what she wants."
The steps suddenly stopped.
What she wants is very simple, everyone knows it, but only the cold-blooded man in front of her can give it to her.
It's ridiculous, things in the world are so ridiculous. You can't get what you want, and you don't want what you get. No matter how hard you try, you can't become another person.
Hua Yu let out a short sigh: "Now that things have happened, what else can you do for her? Watching you marry another woman, or are you so indifferent that you don't care about her life or death and let her fend for herself?"
"I'm not as ruthless as you think."
"I just want an answer, what can you do for her."
She seems to be gentle, elegant and aloof from the world, but Hua Yu, who is alone all year round and plays the flute as her companion, is as stubborn as anyone else. Perhaps, those who become crazy about love are all this stubborn.
The two stood side by side for a long time.
Wei Moyan lowered his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on the withering beauty.
Purple sleeves. Clouds and moon shadows.
For many years before Xia Qingluan appeared, this woman had been by his side silently, a pot of hot tea when it was cold, a wind cloak when it was cold, too small to be noticed, but indispensable. From then on.
From his youthful years to his deep years, her presence can be found in every footprint. To outsiders, she is shining brightly, but to him, she is dim and silent, living quietly in the life that continues for him.
He never paid attention to Liu Yue's face that shocked the mortal world, nor did he think about how much her talent and wisdom had contributed to his hegemony. Because he was too trusting and close to her, he never thought that she would betray him, nor did he think that one day she would betray him.
She would leave him. They were married to each other and were childhood sweethearts. She never asked him to do anything for this reason, she just paid silently without asking about the outcome.
How could he not care about her when she treated him like this and missed him like this?
But this feeling is not love.
Wei Moyan took the sleeping Zi Xiu and put it back on the bed. Hua Yu did not stop and resist. He knew that even the person who took her away could not take her heart away. That man was a disaster that she would never survive.
"Let's find out where there is an expert doctor. As long as she is in the human world, no matter how far away I will take her there." He straightened up with a cold breath, and the owner of Poyue Pavilion, who was about to get married, raised his hand and put down the bed curtain, and looked at her.
Xiao Suo, "The original wedding date has been cancelled."