The cold rain in Zhu Pavilion, with the occasional strong fragrance of bitter medicine drifting through, was dull and lifeless.
In the simple and elegant boudoir, the man beside the bed has clear eyebrows but an unnoticeable deepness in his eyes. He looks at the white bamboo flute in his hand in a daze.
He tried his best to take care of and protect him, but Zixiu's body was still gradually weakening, especially in the past six months since the Pavilion Master returned from Mobei. This morning, he accidentally coughed up blood and fell outside the meeting hall.
.
No matter how much she is unwilling to admit it, she cannot hide the fact that she is about to leave.
"Didn't you feel fine yesterday?" A cold voice came from outside the door. Hua Yu did not raise her head. He didn't want to touch those deep, harsh eyes.
The indifferent figure was slightly dissatisfied. She walked to the bed and leaned down. There was no trace of blood on her pale face as she was sleeping, and she was so weak that she couldn't even breathe clearly. Wei Moyan wanted to call for the doctor, but suddenly she remembered that Hua Yu was always by her side.
, the latter must have tried every conceivable method.
During this year, some famous doctors in the world have come to Poyue Pavilion willingly or unwillingly. However, years of chronic illness has entered the body, and even the miraculous doctor has no cure. Everyone in the pavilion knows this well.
Obviously, the Master of Purple Sleeve Hall will not necessarily pass away at any time, and Poyue Pavilion will lose another veteran figure by then.
"When she fell, she was calling your name." Hua Yu put away the flute and spoke calmly.
Wei Moyan didn't answer. He didn't know what to say. He owed too much to Zixiu but couldn't make up for it. Letting Hua Yu stay with her was the only way he could think of - Hua Yu knew better than him.
How to care about her.
The two taciturn men sat there for a long time, Zixiu never woke up, and when the sky was getting dark, the black figure stood up and planned to leave.
"Take good care of her and I will find a way."
"Why don't you stay?" Different from usual, Hua Yu seemed to be very emotional today, "You clearly know who she is thinking about."
"If I stay, I will only hurt her, but you are different."
The elegant man's eyes darkened. Everything he said was true. Over the years, he had left her with too many scars and regrets.
Gently tucking the quilt, Hua Yu carefully moved her bare hands outside into the quilt, turned around and took a deep breath: "Come out, I have something to say to you."
Apart from Xia Qingluan, the only person in Poyue Pavilion who dared to speak to the pavilion master in such a disrespectful tone was Hua Yu. At first, Wei Moyan cherished his talents and did not hesitate to offer many lenient treatment to retain him, but over time, he got used to having someone who was not afraid of him and would not hesitate to do so.
A special subordinate who refused his orders without mercy.
The sky was a little dark, and the evening breeze carried the fragrance of late summer flowers, which could be smelled clearly from the pavilion. Two equally indifferent men stood one behind the other. The difference was that the former was cold and proud, while the latter was more quiet.
A touch of peace and gentleness.
"She doesn't have much time." She spoke, cruel but true.
"That's why I asked you to stay with her more."
The indifferent tone made Hua Yu frown. The treasure he was pursuing so hard was abandoned by others. The feeling was filled with anger and helplessness. If possible, he didn't want to talk to Wei Moyan about this matter. However, Zi Xiu really
He didn't have time to wait any longer, and he couldn't bear to see her go back to reincarnation with regrets in her arms.
"Since Hongxian is no longer here, even if you lie to her, can't you stay with her until the end?" Before he finished speaking, the sword light rose into the sky with the sound of golden iron and steel, pressed against his chest, and left a mark on the side of his face.
There were inch-long blood marks. But Hua Yu was not afraid, her eyes were still firm and persistent: "It will only last two months at most, until she dies, that's all."
"Don't mention that name!"
Hongxian, Xia Qingluan, he didn't want to remember a single thing about that indifferent woman.
He is no longer here, why let him suffer in vain?
Wei Moyan's reaction was somewhat beyond Hua Yu's expectations. Hongxian had been missing for more than a year, and he was still so hard to recover from. He was so infatuated, why couldn't he share a little bit with her? Just a few words and silent companionship would be fine.
Even with all kinds of careful care, what she was thinking about in her heart was not herself after all.
From the west, the moonlight spread all over the ground. The taciturn deputy master of Ziwei Hall did something unimaginable. Even the master of Poyue Pavilion, who had a cold personality and was rarely affected by external objects, was instantly shocked and looked at it in disbelief.
With arrogance and self-esteem, he was no less than his calm subordinates - Baizhudong's flute made a clear sound on the ground. With a pure and tall posture, he knelt on one knee in front of him, lowered his head and whispered, indescribable desolation.
"Even if I am begging you, let her... go away with peace of mind."
He has never knelt before anyone in his life. Even when he entered the cabinet, he stiffened his knees and bowed slightly. The arrogance in his bones made Hua Yu forever alienated from the crowd, and made everyone look at him with respect and sigh:
How could such an elegant man be a killer who specializes in taking lives? His talent and his music should have been that of a carefree singer who was far away from the world and disputes, wandering freely in ink in front of the desk.
If he didn't indulge in one person, he would just be a quiet and scholarly young man, immersed in the mountains and rivers and never being disturbed.
Putting aside her dignity and pride, Hua Yu staked her claim on everything to achieve her last wish for Zixiu. Compared with the vow of never being apart in life and death, it is more realistic, but also more difficult to achieve.
The long eyebrows and slender eyes were stagnant for a long time, then he suddenly sheathed his sword and stopped at the railing with light steps.
"You get nothing."
"At least she can get a taste of her long-cherished wish."
A mist-like smile spread over the corners of his lips. Wei Moyan wasn't sure whether it was a forced smile or not. Anyway, he didn't want to smile in his heart. It seemed that once the word "love" was involved, no one could escape the bitter sea of evil love, no matter how much he loved it or not.
Yes, no one is satisfied with what they get or what they can't get.
"Tell me, Hua Yu, what do you want?" Looking down at the man who had been holding back for many years, he cared about other people's wishes as never before.
"It's fruitless to ask her to stop being infatuated with her. I want her to leave with peace of mind." After a brief pause, Hua Yu finally said the most important words after a moment of hesitation: "I want her to be your wife and die without regrets.
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The sword light that had just been collected rose up again with great force, this time decisive and merciless. The slender sword body came out through the shoulder, causing the blood mist to disperse.
Even though she had known that she would offend the ruthless dragon among men, Hua Yu still refused to hide or run away, letting the sword blade penetrate into her bones, causing pain to penetrate her bones.
"She was your wife by your fingertips. You once betrayed the world because of Hongxian, and you also betrayed her infatuation. Now that Hongxian is gone, she only spends her last days looking bitterly into the distance. Can't you see?
Can't you see that she has spent all her life for you in the past? I don't ask you to keep her in your heart for a long time, even if the marriage is hidden from the whole world and only you two know about it,
Let her not leave any regrets. She has waited too long in her life and has no strength to wait any longer."
The sword in his hand stopped abruptly.
What I owe her has never been forgotten.
In my memory, Hua Yu had never said such long and emotional words. Seeing the blood flowing from the sword, Wei Moyan thought of Xia Qingluan, how she sacrificed her life for him in Tianhu Mountain, and how she threw herself into the world for him.
, but it’s just Zixiu who gives blindly and never gets anything in return.
She was too kind and never restrained him or took credit for herself. She waited silently for many years behind her in exchange for him doing everything for other women. She still smiled gracefully and quietly, and even put down her own thoughts time and time again to make wedding clothes for others.
But she was about to be freed. Years of hard work and depression had devoured her body and life. With a hopeless attachment to him, she walked calmly to the blue sky.