After repeatedly confirming the news, Guarjia rushed over as quickly as possible without even thinking about it. While he was still on the road, his eyes were already red. When he saw Ling Ruo, the tears he had been holding back for a long time were like tears.
Like the flood from the embankment, it poured out with all its strength. After a while, his face was covered with tears.
Amid heavy tears, she knelt down, held Ling Ruo's hand and choked with sobs: "Ruo'er, I already know about Hongli. If you want to cry, just cry happily, don't keep it in your heart!
"
Ling Ruo didn't speak or have any expression, as if Gualjia was not holding her hand, let alone talking to her.
Her appearance made Guarjia even more worried, and she advised with a choked voice: "Ruo'er, don't be like this. I am also very sad that Hongli died, but things have already happened. No matter how sad or sad you are, you can't change it."
fact."
Just like before, no matter what she said or did, Ling Ruo had no reaction, and there was no sparkle in her eyes, as if she had lost her soul.
Guarjia tried to persuade her to no avail and couldn't help but raise her voice: "Ruo'er, although Hongli is gone, you still have me, the emperor and his family. Do you want to ignore all of us and stop talking to us?"
Do you like it?"
Her words seemed to stimulate Ling Ruo, and his dull eyes gradually became focused, but along with them came a frightening sadness. Ling Ruo trembled and spat out a dry voice, "If you don't care,
, I am no longer here."
Upon hearing this, Guarjia panicked and quickly hugged Ling Ruo and said, "No, Ruo'er doesn't want it! You must not do anything stupid!"
Listening to Guarjia's words, the tears that she thought had dried flowed out from the corners of her sore eyes again, and her voice was trembling more powerfully than before, "Hongli is dead, and I really want to go and be with him.
I really want to!”
Every word that came out of her mouth made Guarjia afraid. She hugged Ling Ruo tightly and said in a panic: "No, Ruo'er, you can't leave us to do stupid things. Sister Wen is no longer here, Ruo'er."
Even if you are dead, then I will have no one to talk to in the palace. Just think of it as me begging you, please, stop thinking about these terrible things. I will bear the pain of losing Hongli with you,
I will even get through it with you!"
Feeling Guarjia's body temperature, Ling Ruo closed her eyes in pain and said: "Sister, my heart hurts, it really hurts, it feels like a knife is scratching it every moment. After so many years,
I thought I could bear everything, but it turns out that’s not the case, there are still things that I can’t bear!”
"I know, I know everything." Guarjia said while stroking Ling Ruo's back and crying: "Hongli was so filial to you during his lifetime. Although he is gone now, I believe he never wants to see you so...
He looks so sad, and I don’t want to see you thinking of committing suicide because of his passing. You must hold on, hold on hard, and the emperor and I will always be by your side."
Ling Ruo shook his head, pushed Guarjia away, stood up on the chair, and said word by word: "It was the emperor who insisted on sending Hongli to Fuzhou, and it was he who killed Hongli, just like he killed Jiyue before!
"She shook her head as she spoke, and said emotionally: "I will not forgive him! I will never forgive him!"
"Ruo'er, calm down!" Guarjia stepped forward and grabbed her and said, "Hongli is not only your son, but also the emperor's son. I believe the emperor would not want to see such a thing happen. Everything is
Accident……"
Before she could finish speaking, Ling Ruo had already shouted hysterically: "I don't want to hear what you said. I only know that it was Yinzhen who killed Hongli and pushed Hongli to a dead end! He cut off all my expectations.
However, I was not allowed to die, and even used my family to show them with water
He threatened me not to die, otherwise he would kill them one by one! He wanted me to live and suffer heartbreaking pain day after day!" At the end of the sentence, Ling Ruo had exhausted all her strength and fell to the ground.
His shoulders were shaking constantly, and tears of missing him fell one after another.
Guarjia stared at her blankly, and after a long while, he knelt down and faced her face to face, and said with tears: "If I were the emperor, I would do the same thing; Ruo'er, do you think that is the emperor's torture of you?"
, Actually no, the person who is really tortured is the emperor, and he is the one who suffers the most."
Seeing that Ling Ruo didn't speak, she said again: "You are right, it was the emperor who pushed Hongli to death, but have you ever thought that Hongli was his most beloved son, and he killed his most beloved son with his own hands?
How will your son feel? Now I have to use such despicable means to restrain you to prevent you from committing suicide. Your Majesty, he is also in pain."
Ling Ruo held her head in pain and cried: "I know, I know everything you said, but I really can't forgive him. If he hadn't insisted on his own way, how could Hongli have died?! I beg you, don't
Can you please mention him again, I don’t want to hear it!”
"Ruo'er!" Guarjia grabbed her hand hard and said painfully: "But if you can't let go of the hatred in your heart, you will live in pain for the rest of your life. I don't want to see you in such pain!"
"You are wrong!" Ling Ruo stood up unsteadily, shaking his head constantly, tears falling from his face, "From the moment Hongli died, my life has been doomed to pain. Unless I die, I will never be able to get rid of it.
!”
Seeing her like this, Guarjia didn't know what else to persuade her. In fact, Ling Ruo knew everything in her heart, but she couldn't let go of her hatred or resentment, because that was all she had in her life.
It means that her life has come to an end.
After she managed to stop feeling sad, Guarjia remembered what Shui Xiu had mentioned before and hurriedly asked: "By the way, how is Shumulu's side? Is it a miscarriage?"
Just when Yang Hai and the others were about to inquire, Ling Ruo already said: "There's no need to go, she had a miscarriage. Ha, Mrs. Shumulu only wanted me to be sad, but she never thought that extreme happiness would lead to sadness, and she herself would be heartbroken.
The fate of."
Guarjia was so anxious that she stamped her feet, "How can you still laugh? She will blame everything for her miscarriage, saying that you deliberately caused her miscarriage. What if the emperor listened to her slander?
, let’s blame it, but what should we do?”
Ling Ruo chuckled and said, "What should we do? Hehe, it's just death, and we can be liberated."
When Guarjia was about to persuade, a flash of inspiration quickly flashed in her mind. Fortunately, before the flash of inspiration disappeared, she had already grasped it firmly. After thinking about it for a while, she said: "Ruo'er, even if Hongli is dead,
Yes, but how and why he died,
You still don’t know anything, don’t you want to find out? Also, I remember you told me that you doubted Hongshi’s intention of recommending Hongli to serve as an official in the Ministry of Revenue. Now they are going to Fuzhou together to serve as imperial envoys, one life and one death.