Leng Changxi walked slowly in front of Zhao Yuan. She raised her beautiful face, gave him a beautiful smile, and said word by word: "I'm here to return something for one of your old friends."
That smile slowly unfolded in front of Zhao Yuan's eyes, but it made him tremble with fear. Some kind of ominous premonition slowly rose from the bottom of his heart, and he once again felt that he seemed to be losing something.
Zhao Yuan's heart was trembling, and even his fingertips were trembling. It took a while before a sentence escaped from his mouth intermittently: "Yes, what is it..."
But Leng Changxi did not answer his words. She just smiled calmly and decisively, took a step back, and took off the gourd from her waist.
Zhao Yuan watched her every move and felt terrified. He wanted to speak to stop her, but found that his voice was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.
Leng Changxi saw his expression in her eyes, and a dim sadness slipped through her eyes, which was then covered up by a smile. She pulled out the stopper of the gourd in her hand, put the mouth of the gourd into her mouth, and slowly poured out the liquid in the gourd.
Drink it all.
Then, she elegantly put the gourd back on her waist. Her nonchalant expression made Chen Shaoxuan, who was standing not far behind her, clenched his fists in distress. He really wanted to hug her into his arms at all costs, and never wanted to
I saw her smile so sad and stubborn.
Zhao Yuan watched her drink up the liquid in the gourd, his eyes filled with scarlet red, and a feeling called despair almost swallowed him up.
He wanted to speak out, but he opened his mouth, but still no words came out.
Leng Changxi stood quietly two steps away from him, her stomach gradually feeling a little painful from drinking the potion.
The feeling became stronger and stronger, causing her face to gradually turn pale. Cold sweat slid down her forehead, and a warm current suddenly flowed from her body down her legs. But she still maintained that faint smile on her lips.
smile.
After a long time, Leng Changxi suddenly said: "That old friend asked me to bring you a message."
Until now, Zhao Yuan had only seen her drink the contents of the bottle of gourd, but he had not seen her take out anything and return it to him. The uneasy feeling became even stronger.
He licked his dry lips and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "What, what are you talking about?"
"The old friend said that she once thought about letting it go and letting the grudges and grudges drift away. She could take this thing she gave back to you and go far away and find a place to live quietly. But you
But he was so cruel to her, even thinking of killing them all, and sent people to hunt her down again and again. She was heartbroken. Since you don't want her to take this thing so much, then she will return it to you. I hope that after this, you can
Spare her life and give her a bit of peace. How about that?" Leng Changxi's clear voice contained a hint of sarcasm. In Zhao Yuan's ears, it was like a sharp blade, cutting into his heart one after another.
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Zhao Yuan's eyes tightened and he took a breath of cold air. He didn't expect that someone was chasing her!
The tip of his heart was trembling, feeling sorry for her and feeling uncomfortable. Until this moment, he still didn't know what she gave him back, but he vaguely felt that it might be a fatal blow to him.
At this moment, Zhao Yuan wanted to take her away at all costs, no matter what identity, status, or plans, he just wanted to hold her in his arms.
He moved slightly, and the stable boy holding his horse frowned uneasily. He reminded Zhao Yuan in a low voice: "Master Yuan, the auspicious time is coming. If you don't go back before the auspicious time, I'm afraid you will be in trouble."
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Before he could finish his words, he was coldly interrupted by Zhao Yuansen: "Get out of here!"
Guo Wanrou, who was sitting in the sedan, didn't know what happened, but she always felt uneasy, especially after hearing Zhao Yuan's sound of rolling away.
So, she gently knocked on the sedan door.
It was this soft sound coming from behind Zhao Yuan that stopped Zhao Yuan from dismounting. His figure paused, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.
When Leng Changxi saw this, the corners of her sneer gradually widened. She glanced at Zhao Yuan one last time, and slowly turned around with a meaningful meaning.
It was at the moment when she turned around to leave that Zhao Yuan finally understood what Leng Changxi had given her in return, and what she had lost!
I saw that when Leng Changxi's bright red gauze robe was pulled back, a bright blood stain was left on the ground. It was fiery red, burning Zhao Yuan's eyes. The blood stain was mottled, like a flower that would never bloom.
The flowers are generally laughing at his stupidity.
Zhao Yuan's heart ached. He clenched his fists tightly, and his whole heart was trembling violently.
He lost him at the moment when he knew that he finally had the child he had been waiting for.
This child belonged to him and Leng Changxi, it was what he had always hoped for, but now he has lost it forever. Not only did he lose the child, he even lost Leng Changxi.
Looking at the figure who was determined to walk away with him on his back, Zhao Yuan slowly closed his eyes, and a drop of clear tears fell from the corner of his eyes.
When he opened it again, the courtyard was filled with cruelty and resentment, and that sadness was buried deep in his heart.
She just said that someone is chasing their mother and son! Anyone who dares to harm them, Zhao Yuan, will never let them go. He must verify them one by one and let them pay with blood!
"Master Yuan..." Ma Tong looked at the sky uneasily, and again risked angering Zhao Yuan and called him softly.
Zhao Yuan understood what he meant, nodded gently, and weakly uttered the word "go".
After hearing what he said, the stable boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, took the horse and left quickly.
When passing through the door of Furong Nuanchun, Zhao Yuan's eyes fell complicatedly on the strips of white cloth. How ironic! His wedding was the death anniversary of his child!
When Ma Tong saw Zhao Yuan looking at the white cloth, he thought he was unhappy, and immediately said: "Master, don't worry, I'll have someone remove it right away!"
Zhao Yuan slowly withdrew his gaze and shook his head lightly: "No need to dismantle it, just hang it like this, no dismantling allowed!"
At this moment, Zhao Yuan finally understood why Chen Shaoxuan said that the only reason for hanging white cloth was to pay homage to his child.
The sadness was spreading, Zhao Yuan's face became even colder, and his heart didn't know how to beat at all. He just followed the team slowly and slowly towards the palace.