The midday sun was shining brightly, falling mottledly on the ground through the cracks in the leaves. It cast a layer of golden light and floated on Leng Changxi's body, giving off a faint sadness that made her heart ache.
When Zhao Yuan came to the bamboo forest, he saw that Leng Changxi still looked the same as when he left, lying there, motionless, holding Lingshan tightly in her arms, her eyes closed, and even her breathing seemed shallow.
If Zhao Yuan hadn't been able to hear the subtle breathing sound, he would have thought that Leng Changxi had gone with Lingshan.
Holding the box in his hand, he walked carefully to Leng Changxi's side, slowly squatted down, and looked at her with distressed eyes. His voice was slightly trembling and hoarse: "Little Bao'er..."
He gradually stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Leng Changxi's cheek. Immediately, the cold and biting feeling penetrated along the fingertips into the bottom of his heart, suffocating his breath.
Leng Changxi's eyelids trembled slightly under his touch, and her long fan-like eyelashes fluttered for a moment, and then they slowly opened, looking at Zhao Yuan with her lifeless eyes. When her eyes fell on him
When he took the box in his hand, there was a slight wave of excitement.
"Little Bao'er..." Zhao Yuan's fingers gently fell on her eyelids and stroked them.
Leng Changxi looked at him for a long time before kissing him with her chapped and pale lips. A hoarse and cracked voice came out of her throat: "Did you bring it?"
Zhao Yuan's eyes twitched, and he nodded slowly: "Bring it."
After that, he placed the box in front of Leng Changxi's eyes.
Leng Changxi finally made a move and slowly stretched out her stiff hand to touch the box.
When she was about to open the box, Zhao Yuan held her hand down: "Don't look at it, it doesn't look good!"
However, Leng Changxi ignored his words, took his hand away, and opened the box.
Suddenly, a bloody human head jumped into her eyes. There was anger in the staring and unwilling expression.
This face was one that Leng Changxi would never forget in her life. When she saw Qingfeng's head, she finally smiled, with determination in her smile.
Slowly, her smile widened, and finally, a hearty laugh came out of her cracked throat, as hoarse as gravel.
The laughter echoed in the bamboo forest and did not stop for a long time. Zhao Yuan felt so distressed and worried when he heard it.
After a pause in laughter, Leng Changxi finally stood up from the ground, her clothes wet with cold dew clinging tightly to her body, but she didn't notice at all.
He stretched out his hand to caress Lingshan's face, with a sad look in his eyes, and slowly said: "Lingshan, have you seen it? This is Qingfeng's head. I gave it to you for burial..."
The wind blew gently, blowing her voice into the forest, but it could not fall into Lingshan's ears.
"Little Bao'er, let Lingshan rest in peace." Zhao Yuan lowered her head and glanced at the bloodless Lingshan.
Leng Changxi looked at Lingshan reluctantly, and after a long time, she nodded gently: "Can someone send her back to the Leng family for a grand burial? I'm sorry to Wu's mother for not taking good care of her daughter. At least, let Lingshan
Shanneng can go home and let Wu's mother visit her often."
Zhao Yuan nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, I will take ice cubes from the ice cellar, preserve her body, and then order people to quickly transport it back to the Leng family for a proper burial."
After receiving Zhao Yuan's assurance, Leng Changxi raised her head slightly, looked at him, and for a long time, said from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you."
Zhao Yuan turned away his eyes sadly and asked people to go into the forest and saw Lingshan carried him away.
Leng Changxi looked at Lingshan gradually disappearing in the light, and her heart felt gloomy.
"There's one more, there's one more..." Leng Changxi whispered, a cold light suddenly appearing in her eyes.
Regardless of whether it is the royal family or the public, news is always the most crazily pursued thing. In the streets and alleys of Lin'an, if the most interesting thing spread by word of mouth is the leak on the West Street on the day of Zhao Yuan's wedding last year
thing.
The fire started from Furong Nuanchun. Many people still remember that day, when every household was hung with festive red silk, only Furong Nuanchun was hung with mourning white cloth. When Zhao Yuan passed by Furong Nuanchun, someone
Several women performed a stunning dance, and then a large number of officers and soldiers poured into Furong Warm Spring, followed by flooding in the building. A series of things happened one after another, which caught people off guard. To this day, talking about the situation at that time, the street
The alleys are still talked about.
The most amazing thing is that not long after the closure of Furong Warm Spring, it reopened with great fanfare and attracted the attention of the whole city. After the opening, Furong Warm Spring not only doubled its area
, and the number of people has increased several times. Hibiscus Warm Spring is packed with visitors who come here almost every night. There are curious people, visitors, and regulars.
On this day, the sky was just getting dark, and Furong Warm Spring sent away the last batch of guests. Just as he was about to close the door, a man suddenly appeared. He wore a bamboo hat on his head, dressed in a green cloth shirt, and had a martial arts atmosphere.
Not to be underestimated.
The man reached out and grabbed the door that was about to close.
The gatekeeper inside the door yawned, stuck his head out to look at the man outside, and said with some politeness: "Sir, our place is closed and we won't open until noon. How about you come over at that time?"
"
The man glanced at the doorman, and instead of letting go, he lightly shook his palm, pushed the door open, and walked straight into the hall.
The gatekeeper frowned at his arrogant look, and suddenly got angry. In the warm spring of Furong, they had seen many young masters like this. They would usually treat you with courtesy first and then treat you politely. Since you don't appreciate it,
Then the only option is to call out the thugs.
Just as the janitor was about to call the thugs, he heard the visitor say in a low voice: "Tell Grandma Wang to come out and see me!"
The people who work in Furong Nuanchun are all discerning. They can tell at a glance whether they are really impressive and capable, or whether they are just bluffing.
The man in charge looked at the man who came with a strong voice. He was not an ordinary person, and he did not dare to neglect him easily. So he hurriedly closed the door and ran to the back hall to call Grandma Wang.
Grandma Wang had a sleepy look on her face. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, twisted her waist, and walked to the front hall with a bit of impatience.
"Sir, what can I do for you?" Adhering to the principle of opening the door for business, attitude is the first priority. Although Grandma Wang was disturbed by others, she still treated her with some politeness.
However, the visitor did not say anything, but took off the bamboo hat on his head, revealing a handsome face.
"Mother Wang, long time no see." The person's voice was low and slow, with a smile overflowing from her throat: "You did a great job with Hibiscus Warm Spring."
"Pavilion, Pavilion Master!" When Grandma Wang saw the person coming, she suddenly woke up from her sleep and shouted in surprise. As soon as her voice fell, a figure flew from the darkness and landed steadily in front of Chen Shaoxuan.