Chapter 319

Xue Jiu curled up on the ground and hugged his head. He didn't even have the courage to look at her: "it's really none of my business! It's all our young master's advice to the emperor! I can't bear it. I always think of your kindness to me“ His words really came from the bottom of his heart. He sneaked into Zhao's house today, which was caused by a little bit of intolerance and guilt in his heart. Doesn't he even know why he came here and tipped off? Does he dare? Will pan Zhuqing let him go? The answer is obvious! He dared not, and pan Zhuqing would never let him go. He hates Zhao Changyuan, but he really has no deep hatred. He also sincerely appreciated Gong Yueyue's kindness of upholding justice. People are complex. He knows he is not a good kind, but there are one or two soft and warm places in his heart after all.

Gong Yueyue recognized the suspicions in his words and asked fiercely, "what ideas have you come up with? Don't you tell me the truth? "

Xue Jiu still held his head for fear that if he gave up, there would be another sharp claw on his neck, dragging him into hell“ thing...... The thing is... "

Luohe River is the most beautiful scenery in Luoyang. Many elegant people, affectionate men and women regard it as the most inspired and romantic place in Luoyang.

Pan Zhuqing stood in front of the window, looking at the ships floating on the water of the Luohe River not far away, and sincerely sighed: "I have to say, she has a good eye. At the beginning, there were so many places for her to choose, but she chose this one. The window is the Luohe River“

Then he turned and looked at Zhao Changyuan sitting at the table. " Like she chose you“

Zhao Changyuan's calm face showed a knowing smile. " Thanks for the compliment. And thank you for bringing me here“

Pan Zhuqing raised her eyebrows and glanced at the corners of her mouth: "this is your house. You can look around."

Zhao Changyuan smiled and said, "no need. I'm satisfied to end here. "

Pan Zhuqing still stood by the window, his expression restored his previous Indifference: "are you ready“

Zhao Changyuan stretched out his hand, took out a pile of damaged kraft paper from his chest, carefully opened it, and his eyes suddenly condensed a layer of fog when his eyes fell on the crooked handwriting on the paper. For fear of wetting the paper, he folded it quickly and carefully, and carefully stuffed it back into the skirt of his chest, which was the nearest position to his heart.

Then he took out a pair of worn gloves from the baggage he carried on the table, put them on his hands very seriously, moved his palms, and finally said, "it's OK."

Pan Zhuqing opened the door, took a tray from the palace man who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and turned back to the house. There is only a wine pot and a wine glass on Nuo Da's tray.

He covered his chest and subconsciously wanted to rub the broken heart. A sweet mouth and a mouthful of hot blood overflowed the corners of his mouth.

A survival instinct surged up above his head. He mobilized all his spirit to fight the sharp pain in his body. Until there was a shrill cry outside the door - "Xianggong“

He thought it was his illusion. But obviously, pan Zhuqing's stunned expression was telling him that the voice was real.

Before he could think more, his familiar voice sounded outside the door again. This time, it is clearer, louder and closer.

"Please, let me in! I want to see my husband! I want to see him! Please let me in! "

”Xianggong! Are you in there? Xianggong, please answer me! Xianggong“

"Let me in! Let me in! "

A shrill and tragic cry was like a sharp ice cone in Zhao Changyuan's heart. He had no time to think more and felt no pain. He tried his best to get up and go out. Unexpectedly, he fell to the ground without moving half a step.

He wanted to help pan Zhuqing, raised his head and looked at each other's face, but he couldn't say a word. It was as if pools of pus and blood were blocked in the throat, so that he could not make a sound. Can only use breath, reluctantly spit out a few words of voice - "please, please, you."

The clothes of the guards and palace people outside the door were almost torn by Gong Yueyue. But none of them dared to act rashly without the command of their boss.

Gong Yueyue's sixth sense told her that at this moment, she and her lover are only separated by such a thin door. She also realized that if she didn't go in to see him again, they were likely to live another life.

An extremely sad and desperate emotion rushed to the throat, and finally turned into bursts of helpless and powerless, but enough to tear the hearts of the people. " Ah - ah - Xianggong - let... Let me in. Please... Please... "

Perhaps it was because her cry was so pitiful that two of the bodyguards were shocked. As soon as the strength in their hands was loosened, she grabbed the opportunity to break free, ran desperately for a few steps and came to the door.

Just as her hand was about to touch the door, the door was opened from the inside with a "click".

The first face I bumped into was pan Zhuqing, whose eyes were a little flustered.

As if she hadn't seen it, her eyes searched the room quickly. Finally, she faced Zhao Changyuan, who was dying on the ground but still tried to raise her head.

Without much thought, she bumped pan Zhuqing, fell to the ground, picked up Zhao Changyuan's soft upper body, and carefully put the building in her arms, just like holding a treasure that would be broken at any time“ Xianggong, can you hear me? "

Zhao Changyuan's face was held in the palm of her hand. Her skin was pale and weak. Her eyes were full of her. Her mouth was full of blood, but she suddenly smiled“ Yes ". He breathed out a word with difficulty.

”Sorry, my husband... "The tears in Gong Yueyue's eyes keep pouring out of his eyes and falling on his sad and beautiful face at the moment." I came back too late“

Zhao Changyuan still smiled, and his eyes did not move away from her face for a moment. " Just come back“ He tried his best to make this sentence clear. Suddenly, his heart seemed to be clasped by a huge force, which made him feel that every heartbeat was more and more difficult and painful. Knowing that time was running out, he blinked hard, summoned up his last spirit and said, "I love you“

With that, a line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes; Finish saying, eyes no longer turn; With that, the body slowly sank

The Luohe River under the setting sun is like a brocade covered with maple leaves. The trees by the river gently swing with the breeze and gently sprinkle Mottled sunshine. When pan Jingyuan and he Yongzong rushed to the Luohe River, they saw a delicate figure from a distance, like walking on the Bank of the river with something on their back.

They recognized the figure at a glance, jumped off their horses and ran towards the figure.

But when they were about to run to their eyes, they stopped again. Then, the two big men burst into tears in broad daylight until they burst into tears.

Gong Yueyue didn't even see them. She carried Zhao Changyuan on her back and her only love in the world. Step by step, she came closer and closer to the Luohe River. Finally, her legs softened. She fell to the ground together with Zhao Changyuan.

She struggled to get up and sit up, and tried her best to help her husband's upper body up and lean against her chest. She could feel that his temperature was leaving his body a little bit.

She put her hand around him and faced the Luo river with him.

"Look, Xianggong, it's really beautiful to see Luoyang from here, isn't it?"

”We've been together for so long. We've never seen the scenery like this. We don't want anything. Just me and you“

”Xianggong, it's so cold that the Luohe River is about to freeze“

……

”Mr. Xiang, look, does the brightest star look like an eye“

"Like... Your eyes?"

In order to save the lives of the Zhao family. The funeral of Grand Marshal Zhao Changyuan is almost absurd. Simple mourning hall and simple ceremony. Only pan Jingyuan, Du ruotong, Yin Liang and He Yong were present. Even Zhao Xiong and his wife were buried in the drum for the time being.

Gong Yueyue didn't shed a tear from beginning to end. But when she was at the last funeral, she suddenly threw herself on the coffin like crazy and didn't let anyone get close to her.

"You are not allowed to touch him!"

"No one is allowed to take him away!"

"No one!"

After a few hysterical howls, it was like crying. Really no, her Zhao Changyuan, her husband, her little white face, the best thing she had in her life. From then on, all his beauty will rot with the coffin, and his appearance and voice will fade away from her more and more dull mind.

What a terrible fact!

But fate will never stop trampling on him or her because of his poor.

When the coffin is buried by shovels of loess, when the solitary grave is vertical, the paper money floats away. Gong Yueyue sat alone by the grave, staring blankly at the distant sky.

She suddenly remembered a poem she didn't remember where she had seen it. Two of them were called "the original southwest wind died into your arms."

She suddenly felt hot and whispered to the cold air, "if you are by my side, roll up a gust of wind for me. I know you're hugging me. "

As soon as the voice fell, the breeze lifted her long hair

In order not to let his grief stricken mood arouse the suspicion of the Zhao family. Gong Yueyue asked Du ruotong and his wife to help him go back to Zhao's house and ask for leave. He said he was going to the border with Zhao Changyuan to resist the enemy. I don't know whether it's God's will or man-made. The next marshal is Pan Jingyuan, the second young master of the pan family.

Although Mr. and Mrs. Zhao Xiong were unhappy, they didn't even take a picture of their son after he came back. But fortunately, the family is safe, and I guess it's probably because my son and daughter-in-law haven't seen each other for many years, so I'm greedy for the world of two, so I won't be investigated.

In fact, Gong Yueyue was alone, pretending to be a man, carrying his luggage all the way south, and finally stopped in Hangzhou.