Chapter 1144

She said she was selfish, but Gong Yueyue understood that she was the most selfish person. It was impossible to stop! When she was just reborn, she also thought about what she could do after revenge through the advice of the Taoist priest? But the nightmares of previous lives have already turned into demons. She can't drive away or hide.

A little power in her hand is like a bow full of strength and an arrow in her hand. She will kill all directions and let the enemies of previous lives flow into a river of blood. Every time she thought of it, she could feel her soul trembling with excitement.

But the thread in Yunluo's hand is too tight. She needs her to loosen it again and again. So tonight I took this opportunity to force Yunluo to let go.

After returning to huafangju, Yunluo's mood still didn't stabilize. Her guilt for Gong Yueyue made her cry uncontrollably.

Gong Yueyue only advised her to rest earlier and turned back to her room.

But as soon as he closed the door, he couldn't care that Jin Su was still around him. His tears burst the dike and fell on one side of the table. He just cried so hard that he couldn't stand up.

Mother is the only family member in her life and the one she cherishes most. The old lady's love also moved her, but she is full of secrets and dark hearts, but she can't get more comfort from them.

She did not dare to reveal the most hidden darkness in her heart to them. Unable to return equally, their care turned into heavy guilt and pressed on her heart.

She thought she was strong enough, but against anything in the world, the people closest to her can break her instantly.

Seeing that she was crying sadly, Jin Su didn't dare to stay more. She immediately withdrew and took care of the door. She also sent the surrounding servant girls to keep them away.

After a long time, Gong Yueyue's tears stopped slowly. Just a pair of eyes are still a little empty. Her mind is as firm as a rock. Even her mother can't shake it.

She had already done something. Although guilt almost defeated her, she didn't regret it. Her goal is never just a Gong family. She will never be a person willing to stay in the house all her life, nor will she become what her mother expected. Instead of making her mother more frightened in the future, it's better to let her recognize the reality as soon as possible.

She straightened up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her eyes were slowly firm. She allows herself to vent, but she will never let herself be unable to extricate herself from the sad mood.

The next day, neither she nor Yunluo seemed to be the same as before last night. They ate breakfast in harmony. No one mentioned what happened last night.

Because in their hearts, they all want to be when last night didn't happen.

But even if she didn't mention it, Yunluo was already secretly alert. She didn't want to let Gong Yueyue run around again. She had to take into account her feelings all the time.

Gong Yueyue is also at peace because he doesn't have any objection to Yunluo.

Some words between mother and daughter have no need to be pointed out. They have been tacitly understood by looking at each other's attitude and eyes. Some things, if singled out, really hurt feelings.

Gong Yueyue nestled in the carriage and held the stove in his arms. He didn't feel much cold, but his hand would be stiff as long as he left the stove. It can be seen that it was really cold.

Those refugees who have no price to return to may find it even more difficult.

She pulled her deerskin and shrank into the carriage. This deer skin was the one Zhao Changyuan personally hunted four years ago. After returning to Gong's house, she ordered someone to tanning it well. As long as it was winter, she almost never left her body.

After reading the letter at hand, she couldn't help but pick it up and read it again.

Zhao Changyuan's letter has become more and more standard, and some trivial things can also be written by him.

Gong Yueyue finished reading the letters with the corners of her mouth. She had already been reluctant to burn them and kept them one by one at risk. Touching the deer skin on his body, I thought of him.

Zhao Changyuan, his appearance was like an accident.

She has lived for three generations. Her age is older than the old lady. She has an old heart in her arms. She is tired of love and even disgusted, but the man's love is so firm and humble.

After four years of correspondence, he never stopped, which made her think that her feelings would fade with time. In correspondence, she never made it clear, and he never asked the answer again.

This balatu style spiritual communication and lover's incomplete ambiguity make her feel safe and sweet. She knew how unfair it was to Zhao Changyuan, but she still felt that it was just right. Without piercing the veil, she had a sense of security that she had not handed over her heart. Although it might be just her own illusion, she didn't have the courage to take another step forward, because she didn't know whether it was a paradise or a hell beyond one step.

In the past four years, the number of times they met could be counted with one hand. It was not easy for her to go out, and he couldn't get away from the war. Even if we met, we were in a hurry to catch a glimpse, and there was a lot of nonsense in his letter.

She asked herself if she really missed him.

And Zhao Changyuan is not.

After repelling the repeated attacks of the state of Liao, the people were a little relieved to see the enemy's silence on the opposite side.

After that, they began to clean the battlefield mechanically and numbly, calculate the battle damage, and prepare for the next encounter with the enemy.

Zhao Changyuan stood on the wall and looked at the numb faces around him. He suddenly felt that enough was enough. Maybe the battle should stop.

After four years of military achievements, he finally became a general instead of a casual position in the army. Qingfeng also brazenly became a deputy general around him.

"The master is going to stop?" The breeze listened to his sigh and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Changyuan still looked at the distance and didn't look back at him. Over the years, his gentle face has a somewhat firm outline, his body is more slender, and his broad back contains the explosive power of a cheetah. But the always gentle aura seems to have not changed much, and there is a little smile in the corners of the eyes, but a pair of deep eyes are more and more blurred and unclear.

"Breeze, I miss her."

Qingfeng, who thought he would not answer, just wanted to give up, he heard him suddenly say.

The light wind retreated a little, didn't say much, just asked, "what's the master going to do?"

Hearing his question, Zhao Changyuan turned his head and looked at him. The smile in the corners of his eyes was also deep, "don't you say a few words about me? Say I want beauty, not rivers and mountains? "

The breeze hung his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "if these words are useful, my subordinates will say."

Looking at the light wind, which is more mature and stable than before, Zhao Changyuan smiled, "you're smart and don't say useless words."

Qingfeng still kept a calm face and said, "master, this sentence was spoken two years ago, but he never spoke in these two years. No matter how stupid my subordinates are, they can understand that if the master is not light, he is too thick to open his mouth. Besides, the master is not young, and miss Gong has grown up. It's time to settle the matter. "