Chapter Thirty: The Warm and Soft Words Have Been Lost
Xi Shaoyuan didn't want to tell such a tragic fact, but he couldn't hide it from Cheng Xiaobai. If it was destined to be painful, at least he could be by his side to comfort him.
The blood drained from his fair face in an instant, and the heat in his eyes went out. Cheng Xiaobai was unsteady on his feet, but fortunately there was Xi Shaoyuan beside him to support him.
After a long time, he looked blankly at the person who brought the painful news: "Take me to see her."
Xi Shaoyuan nodded silently.
You can go if you want. Sooner or later, you will have to face what you have to face, not to mention that he cannot refuse Cheng Xiaobai's request.
In the side hall of the government office, a woman wearing a wide linen robe huddled in the corner, her eyes were distracted, there were a few bruises on her young and beautiful face, and there were dried blood stains on the corners of her lips.
With just one look, Cheng Xiaobai's heart shattered into countless dust.
Yun Yirong was not the most beautiful woman he had ever met, nor was she the most talented. However, her gentle smile when they first met captured his heart. She was pure and sweet. Cheng Xiaobai hated those who were related to the world.
The only people who were close to the martial arts world were his sister Xia Qingluan and his good friend Xi Shaoyuan. In his eyes, Yun Yirong had never had anything to do with the world, even though she was in the mysterious and cold seven-story pavilion like her sister.
Isn't Poyue Pavilion very powerful? Why can't it even protect a weak and powerless woman? Why is she the one who gets hurt by so many people? She is the most innocent and undeserving of misfortune!
No matter how many questions he asked, it would be useless. What would happen if Wei Moyan came to answer his questions in person?
She is already hurt.
"Miss Yun..." She murmured for a long time, and finally called out with a choked voice.
The dead tree-like man did not move.
After all, at such a young age, Cheng Xiaobai could not imitate Xi Shaoyuan's silence and calmness. He could only hug the delicate body that was still trembling under the linen robe, trying to warm her cold hands with the warmth of his chest.
Yun Yirong stared blankly at the young man in front of her. He was gentle and pitiful, but his face was too similar to that woman.
"Ah..." The down-and-out woman who was originally as quiet as a dead person suddenly pushed away the person holding her, and her two hands, which had long since lost their strength, slapped the warm chest crazily, and she murmured like a trapped animal, but in her eyes
Everyone can feel the hatred.
Does she hate the person who hurt her? Such explicit hatred makes Cheng Xiaobai's bones hurt. She shouldn't have such a look in her eyes. If he had been by her side at that time, he would have risked his life to protect her from harm.
, everything will not be so miserable.
"Miss Yun," Ren's fists fell like rain on his chest, Cheng Xiaobai hugged Yun Yirong tightly in his arms, as calm as if he had forgotten everything, leaving only a cold and bleak smile on his lips: "Let's get married."
The side hall was silent.
Cheng Xiaobai is serious. He doesn't care whether Yun Yirong is innocent or not. He likes her and loves her. Nothing can stop her, just as she breaks into his life. The rumors are left to the world, as long as she doesn't
Being hurt again is enough. He is willing to spend all his time and energy in the rest of his life to heal her wounds, even if her heart is not here.
Yun Yirong slumped silently in An An's arms. Why was it Cheng Xiaobai, not that person, who treated her so tenderly?
What's ridiculous is that he actually said he wanted to get married to her. If he knew that she had caused Hongxian and Wei Moyan to turn against each other, and caused his favorite sister to be hunted down and almost lost her soul, would he still treat her like this? Yun Yun
Yi Rong does not hate Cheng Xiaobai, but even pities him, a pathetic man who is confused by a woman's appearance.
However, he still has value and can be used by her.
She hates, she hates so much, she hates the man who hurt her, she hates Zixiu who caused her to be kicked out of Poyue Pavilion, and she hates Hongxian even more!
Yes, that's right, she hates Hongxian. The person she should hate is Hongxian! Without her, the Yun family would not have ended up like this, and the family would not have been destroyed. Without her, maybe that person would have looked at her more, and would have
Treat each other tenderly, and even promise to stay with him for three lifetimes until death; without her, nothing he has experienced would have happened, and nightmares would never have happened to him.
She wants revenge, revenge on Hongxian, let her also taste the pain of separation without love, let her also experience the pain of humiliation and despair, let her understand what it means to live an ignoble existence, and what it means to live worse than death!
Who is the most important person in Hongxian? It's Wei Moyan or Cheng Xiaobai. So, let's start with the person who took away her most loved ones.
"Mr. Cheng, I am already an unclean person. Do you still dare to want me like this?"
"Miss Yun is all I want." With such a painful and cowardly tone, Cheng Xiaobai couldn't resist, and was even overjoyed. From now on, the person he loved would be protected by himself for the rest of his life.
Lying in the warm embrace, Yun Yirong sneered silently, no one could see that coquettish person.
———————————————————————— Xia Qingluan’s heart just fell into place when she received Xiao Bai’s wedding invitation. She was lucky that nothing happened to Yun Yirong.
Now she and her brother have been married for a hundred years, which was beyond her surprise - Cheng Xiaobai didn't tell her what happened to Yun Yirong.
After thinking about it, maybe Yun Yirong is not as innocent and kind as she thought, but after all, she is a girl who does not know martial arts and is not familiar with the world. She cannot pose any threat to Poyue Pavilion. Compared with Wei Moyan's point of view, Xia
Qingluan prefers to believe that people's hearts are inherently good, and this is always the reason for their disagreements.
The ten-day period agreed with Wanqi Haoyue is coming soon. Xiao Qian found no clues. He asked all the hall supervisors and they all said they had no knowledge. There was no evidence to prove that Wei Moyan was the instigator, and there was no evidence to prove it.
It wasn't him. Thinking of the tense atmosphere when they met in the forest that day, she couldn't imagine what would happen if Wanqi Haoyue really declared war on Poyue Pavilion.
She originally wanted to trust Wei Moyan, but he always let her down time and time again.
The wound on her neck was no longer serious, but Xia Qingluan had been refusing to go out, and Wei Moyan would not send anyone to call her if there was anything that needed to be discussed. For a while, the two of them looked like strangers, as if they had never known each other. She was tired
I don't want to deal with him anymore. Since his promise has been invalidated, why should I stick to the original agreement and be imprisoned by his side?
Perhaps, it's time for her to leave Poyue Pavilion.
The sound of urgent footsteps came from far away. The moment the door was pushed open, the long-lost sunlight shone on the floor and bed, unfamiliar and dazzling. Xia Qingluan frowned slightly and raised her hand to cover it, just in time to see who was coming.
Zixiu's head was covered with sweat, and her face couldn't be worse. She must have forced her weak body to come here. As soon as she entered the room, she couldn't help but pull up the spiritless Xia Qingluan: "Quickly go to Qinglianwu, someone calls himself
It was the servants of the Wanqi family who knew the inside story that day, and the pavilion master has already passed away!"
The depressed state of the past few days was swept away by these words. What Xia Qingluan urgently wanted to know now was the truth of the matter. Regardless of whether it was Wei Moyan's fault or not, he at least had to give an explanation to Wan Qi Haoyue.
"I'll go with you." Zi Xiu grabbed the man in white who was about to leave in a hurry, "You two, there can be no more misunderstandings."