After struggling to get off the ground, Song Ruo'e first took a breath, then held her hands on the wall, dragging her sick body out of the wing and into the central hall.
After opening the wooden box containing the calligraphy and paintings, Song Ruo'e picked up the poems and books she had written in the past and returned to the medicine stove in the inner corridor.
With gongs and drums ringing in her ears, and faint laughter, Song Ruo'e leaned against the wall and put the poems and songs she had written down into the furnace one by one, watching them turn to ashes in the flames.
The paper burned out and the fire gradually died down. The fire in Song Ruo'e's eyes slowly extinguished, and was eventually shrouded in a cold mist.
She returned to the wing in despair, locked the door, stretched out her trembling hand, took out Zhong Zhang's letter, and read it again.
After reading the sixteen words "The floating clouds are gone, the flowing water is running for ten years, the spring breeze is so bitter, but there is no fate", Song Ruo'e's eyes filled with tears, she took up her pen angrily, and wrote a poem:
"The floating clouds are gone, but there is frost at night, and the running water is the same as it has been for ten years. The spring breeze is so painful that it is desolate, but there is no fate for the loveless man."
After writing this poem, Song Ruo'e threw away the pen, laughed a few times, opened the chest of drawers in the bedroom, took out the three feet of white silk that had been prepared, threw one end across the wooden beam, and tied the other end into a dead knot.
Standing on the stool, Song Ruo'e stuck her head into the circle, took one last look at the splendor of the world, closed her eyes, and kicked over the stool under her feet.
Beili Nanqu, Chunban Building, lobby on the first floor.
The hall was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and many market ladies from Beili gathered in the hall, admiring Yu Junniang's gift of three letters and six betrothal gifts.
Yu Junniang's biological parents were absent, so her fake mother took on the role of an elder. Fang Zheng of Pingkangfang also testified.
Zhou Jun was watching the ritual system at the side, and Xie Qin walked up to him at some point and performed the Wanfu ritual.
Zhou Jun looked behind Jie Qin and asked, "Where is the layman?"
Xie Qin hesitated for a moment and replied: "She is slightly ill."
Zhou Jun was stunned: "Sick?"
Jie Qin responded vaguely.
Zhou Jun: "The layman will leave Chang'an soon. I know that she doesn't like gold and silver, so I spent some time and prepared a farewell ceremony..."
Xie Qin was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Zhou Jun noticed that Qin's expression was different and asked, "What?"
Xie Qin gritted his teeth and said, "Now that the betrothal gift has been written, will Erlang have any free time? I have something to ask of you."
Zhou Jun: "What's going on?"
Just as Xie Qin was about to speak, he accidentally saw the maid serving Song Ruo'e also squeezed into the hall.
Xie Qin was startled at first, then ignored Zhou Jun and hurriedly walked to the side of the little maid and shouted in a deep voice: "Who asked you to come?!"
When the little maid saw the piano, her body trembled and she quickly said: "It was the layman who allowed me to come!"
Xie Qin opened her eyes wide and shouted: "How dare you lie?!"
Young maid: "My maid really didn't lie! The layman asked me if I wanted to come over and have a look. He also said that if I didn't come, I might never see this scene again in this lifetime..."
Xie Qin was stunned when he heard this, thought about it carefully, suddenly lifted up his skirt and ran out of Chunban Tower quickly.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun warned others and hurriedly chased him out.
Following Xie Qin, before Zhou Jun had time to ask, he heard the former cry: "Erlang, go to Ruo'e's residence quickly. I'm afraid something will happen if you are late!"
Zhou Jun didn't ask any more questions and rushed out in one stride.
After leaving Nanqu and entering Zhongqu, Zhou Jun ran all the way under the surprised gazes of passers-by. As soon as he reached the gate of Song Ruo'e's courtyard, he heard the sound of tables and chairs falling over from a distance.
After passing through the front yard and running through the central hall, Zhou Jun came to the rear door and pushed the door, only to find that it didn't move at all.
Zhou Jun knew something was wrong, so he took a few steps back and slammed forward.
Once, twice... Zhou Jun finally opened the door, raised his head suddenly, and his heart trembled.
I saw Song Ruo'e throwing her head into the white silk, hanging on the wooden beam, lifeless.
Rushing into the room, Zhou Jun hugged Song Ruo'e's leg, lifted it up with all his strength, and hugged the latter down.
As soon as he laid Song Ruo'e flat on the ground, Zhou Jun heard a scream coming from behind him.
Jie Qin looked at Bai Ling on the beam, sitting on the ground with a pale face.
Zhou Jun stretched out his hand, checked Song Ruo'e's pulse, and then leaned down to listen to her heartbeat.
Came a step too late.
Song Ruo'e's breathing and heartbeat had stopped.
Seeing Zhou Jun's face, Xie Qin understood everything immediately and burst into tears.
Zhou Jun gritted his teeth, untied Song Ruo'e's coat, pressed his hands on the latter's chest. After pressing for more than ten times, he gave her mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration, and so on.
When Xie Qin saw it, he was stunned for a moment, then cried and stepped forward to grab Zhou Jun and said: "Everyone has already gone, why does Erlang still want to mess with her?!"
Zhou Jun broke away from Jie Qin and shouted: "I'm saving her!"
After hearing this, Xie Qin paused.
After compressing the chest and adding artificial respiration several times, just when Zhou Jun was slowly losing hope, Song Ruo'e's chest suddenly rose and fell slightly, followed by a cough, and she finally let out a small cry of pain.
Jie Qin couldn't believe her eyes, so she leaned down, hugged Song Ruo'e, and tested her breathing. She felt reassured and never let go again.
Zhou Jun took a long breath and sat on the ground.
Listening to Xie Qin's uncontrollable sobbing, Zhou Jun said helplessly to Song Ruo'e: "There are many unsatisfactory things in life, but there is only one life."
Song Ruo'e looked at Zhou Jun blankly.
Zhou Jun asked Xie Qin, "What's going on?"
Xie Qin cried and told the whole story.
After Zhou Jun listened, he pondered for a long time, then stared at Song Ruo'e and asked: "It's not difficult to die. As soon as you close your eyes and kick your feet, your life will pass like this... But the other party regrets the marriage and is unkind and unjust. What a pain."
Even if you die, can you bear this humiliation?"
Hearing this, Song Ruo'e's body trembled slightly, her teeth bit her lip, and her eyes became misty.
Zhou Jun added: "When you receive a slap on the face, you should think about how to pay it back tenfold instead of killing yourself with a knife."
Xie Qin was stunned when he heard this.
Song Ruo'e asked softly: "Many people in the world look down on Beili Ji, and the other party is a noble person from a well-known family, so how can we talk about paying him back?"
Zhou Jun said: "The descendants are here, the ancestors are here, and they are planning to gain the advantage and avoid the shortcomings. You are a well-known Chinese opera singer, and you are good at literary talent. The story of "The Romance of the West Chamber" and "Butterfly Lovers" are all written by you, so why not prove it through drama?
, inform the world?”
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Zhou Jun: "There are many unkind and unrighteous people in the world, and there are countless people in Beili who have suffered greatly from them. If you can express your ambition in a joke, you can not only help yourself, but also help those who are affected by your feelings.
The names of the women who were harmed must be rectified.”
When Song Ruo'e heard this, she nodded involuntarily, and her eyes became brighter.
After Song Ruo'e was properly placed, Zhou Jun said to Jie Qin outside the door: "If you want to make a person who wants to die regain the courage to live, just trying to persuade her to look away is mostly useless."
Xie Qin looked back at the room and asked in a low voice: "What should we do?"
Zhou Jun: "Always give her a reason to live, such as desire, bondage, longing, hope... But in fact, the most convincing reason is hatred."
Xie Qin's breath froze.
Zhou Jun: "Jie Douzhi will take more care of Ruo'e. I'll come back in a few days."
When Xie Qin saw Zhou Jun turning around to leave, he couldn't help but ask: "Erlang has magical powers?"
Zhou Jun was stunned and asked: "Why do you say this?"
Xie Qin: "Ruo'e lost her breath just now. Like Erlang...if she touched and kissed her, she would be alive."
Zhou Jun quickly waved his hand and said: "You can eat the cake as you like, but you can't talk nonsense. The method of saving people just now is found in ancient books. I have seen people use it before."
Xie Qin didn't seem to understand, and asked Zhou Jun again: "Erlang, I once said that I have something to ask for... Actually, Ruo'e has paid the ransom and has nowhere to go..."
Zhou Jun thought for a while and said: "This is easy. There is Bachuan Garden outside Chang'an City. There are many vacant houses in the garden. Ask Ruo'e and if she is willing, she can live there."