Chapter 113: Hate

Fu Yunchong's death was too sudden and too coincidental, and I have to suspect

that there is something wrong with it.Birth, old age, sickness and death are the destiny of heaven. How can one spy

on a star with the power of a mortal?Putting aside the extremely accidental chances, it is possible to accurately

judge the death of a person and make a proper response-probably only the

person who planned all of this can do it.So, was Fu Junchong’s death something that Kwong Ximing had predicted or even

arranged alone? Apart from this, I can't think of any other explanation-

although I don't want to admit it at all.After all, that was the teacher who had taught her for many years and her most

steadfast supporter.What is it for to force an emperor who already has the world to do this?I don't understand and don't want to understand.However, the deceased has passed away, and I am also outside the ruling and

opposition parties. I have neither a stand nor the ability to intervene... At

this time, the problem I had been avoiding before finally came before me

again—perhaps it was time to take a look. My husband is now.Jiaci's death, he doesn't know how sad he should be. As his wife, even if I

can't bring him any comfort and encouragement, at least the silent company is

within my power.After making up my mind, I proposed to Kwong Ximing the decision to return to

Guanlan. She took a deep breath, as if she wanted to refuse, but was defeated

by my persistent gaze, knocked on the table with a cold face, and groaned.

Said: "The Fu family originally belonged to a prominent family in Zechang. His

ancestors have been buried in the cemetery of his hometown for generations.

Not surprisingly, Fu Yunchong's coffin will also be sent back to Zechang by

the clansmen. I immediately sent an order to order. The imperial edict in the

palace, Yun Fu Ruozhen helps the spirit to return home-we will pass through

Zechang and we will meet each other. You can rest assured.""Then let's set off now. Get to Zechang earlier and feel at ease earlier." I

thought for a while and said.The fingertips of her knocking on the table were stagnant, and she looked up

suddenly, and there was a little injury in her eyes that was unbelievable. It

flashed away, so fast that I almost thought I was dazzled: "From Guanlan to

Zechang, all the way Hurry up and hurry up, let’s not say that you need three

to five daylight scenes, not to mention the time to write a letter to issue an

order and pack up, don’t worry."With that, she drank a few more sips of wine, was anxious, choked and coughed

a few times, waved her hand when I nervously patted her on the back, and

signaled that she was OK."I'm thinking, I went earlier, and I can make arrangements early-Wang Fu

suddenly suffered a big deal. He must not have the energy to take care of

chores. If the wife and husband are one, it would be nice if I could help." I

looked at her. Her face was slowly talking about her plan, and she felt that

every time she said a word, her face became ugly. When I said "women and

husband together," her complexion had calmed down. It had been colder in the

past many times, and the fingers holding the wine glass were loose and tight,

tight and loose, which made people worry about whether the thin, thin

porcelain wine glass would be crushed by her.The next moment, she clenched the finger of the wine glass, and when I was

about to take a sigh of relief, she suddenly held the same jug containing the

wine. With a pinch of her fingertips, she gently opened the lid of the jug and

held the jug directly. Gulped.I was shocked, and there was no time to stop it. After a few blinks, most of

the pot of wine entered her stomach.When I whispered and realized that I wanted to take the jug of wine in her

hand, it was already too late \- I took the jug without any effort, but the

tentacles had no weight. There was a lot of drinks in it, long ago. Drunk

thoroughly."You..." I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say-accusing her? For what

reason? Persuade her? What stand? Question her? But I don't even know how she

was stimulated..."Tomorrow, if you have used the morning meal, you can set off. Tonight you

have a good rest." She said lightly, and stood up, her feet calm, as if she

was not affected by the drunken spirit at all, calm and calm.Looking at the back of her leaving, I suddenly felt that my heart was empty. I

don't know how to describe it. It was like, as if someone had dug out a piece

in my chest... an extra hole was not filled.Kwong Ximing always said that she was the same, and her work efficiency was

very high. The next morning, when I finished washing and opened the door, she

was already waiting at the door. I don't know how long I waited.Seeing that I finally came out, there was no impatient expression, and he just

nodded and said, "First use Chaoshi. There are almond butter pastries and red

bean cakes that you like."The two items she said are my favorite snacks, do they remember my tastes, or

have they discovered during these few days of observation? I heard that even

my taste has changed a lot since I amnesia, so what she remembers should be my

newly developed taste... Can't tell the tremor in my heart, a bit sweet and a

bit sour.The dim sum in this inn is very delicate, but there is something hidden in my

heart, and I don’t have much appetite. I just swallowed a few yuan and stopped

my chopsticks, drinking tea and gargle.Kuang Ximing's chopsticks was also a meal, and he asked me calmly: "Why, the

craftsmanship of this shop is not suitable for you? Then I will send someone

to buy it from another place.""No, the snacks are delicious, but...I want to start earlier." If she says she

has no appetite, she probably has to worry about what's wrong with my body,

and thinks about the breathing effort-it's a problem. People go to doctors and

other episodes-I explained this deliberately.But she found that her face suddenly became ugly, and the knuckles holding the

chopsticks were so tight that she could almost hear the creaking of bones.My heart tightened. Before I could speak, I saw her spit out a deep breath, as

if suppressing some terrible emotion, and calmed down in a flash, and even

smiled gently at me, and said as if soothing: "In that case, pack some to eat

on the road, and then set off.""Hmm..." I didn't know what to say, so I nodded and watched her get up and

walked out first, and ordered the guard at the other table to bring the

carriage.After sighing, I stood up and was about to follow her steps and walked out. I

glanced inadvertently, but saw a thin crack on the surface of the ash wood

chopsticks she was holding. My heart moved, I don’t I stretched out my finger

and touched it lightly—as if I heard a "click", the chopstick that I touched

suddenly broke into three sections, and the middle section instantly turned

into crumbs. The strength used by the strong person is so great that the mood

swings in his heart are far beyond imagination.I only felt that the breath that I had just sighed abruptly came back, choking

my mind and my chest tight, and it took a long time to come back to my senses

and hurriedly chased me up.When they got on the carriage, they guarded their corners, no one spoke, and

the atmosphere was dull and depressing.I had the intention to break the dullness and say something, but the other

party closed my eyes and calmed down in a reluctant manner, so I had to shut

my mouth quietly, and slapped the driving curtain to pretend to look at the

scenery-but I couldn't help it from the corner of my eye. The ground fell on

her profile.Different from my soft face, Kuang Ximing's outline should be more angular,

yet refined. When she looks at people blankly, she always has a seductive

momentum, and teaches people not to be on her. In front of her presumptuously;

but when she softened down, it was just a smile that couldn't be more clear,

but it was like a spring breeze that melted into snow, ten miles of flowers,

and a charm that taught no one can resist. I don’t know how rare it is to

recruit a young man, presumably Even the woman... shook her head and was

startled by her absurd thoughts. I quickly looked away and sat down tightly,

but my heart thumped.When I was in a panic, I heard the cold and gentle voice say softly:

"Really...Is it so urgent to see him?""Huh? What?" Looking at her reflexively, she didn't look directly at me, but

faintly stared at the tea cup on the low table in the carriage, as if she

didn't care, she just asked casually--if I hadn't been forever. Watching her

look carefully, I'm afraid it's hard to find that the fists she closed on her

side are almost bloodless, far from being as indifferent as she appears.I vaguely understood who the "he" she asked was referring to, and when I was

about to answer, I hesitated again-it was natural for me to be reunited with

my husband, so why did she feel so stubborn about it? ? And why did I teach

her to ask such a question, so that I feel inexplicably guilty? (Note 1)After thinking and thinking, I was still silent in the end.She didn't force my answer either, as if the question just blurted out was

just an inadvertent mumbling, it was a catharsis of some kind of emotion.There was another uncomfortable silence. What supported me was only a few

cleansing mantras that I chanted upside down when I closed my eyes and the

moments of quietly looking at that fascinating profile when she was not paying

attention.After five days of suffering, the carriage finally reached Beiwu Street in

Zechang City, and stopped at the door of a mansion with high walls and red

tiles.If not unexpected, this is my husband, the ancestral home of Fu Ruozhen's

family, right? Worthy of being a famous family.After getting out of the carriage and praising the compound, I heard an

elegant and calm male voice sounding not far away, and there was a hint of

excitement in his voice that could not be ignored: "Your Highness!"Following the prestige, a group of men, women and children dressed in white

linen stood in a row, bending to welcome each side of the gate, but a young

handsome man stood first.I frowned. I watched this excitedly calling me "His Royal Highness" and then

eagerly walked forward with my clothes. The man who was about to jump into my

arms, couldn't help but stepped back and turned away. Kuang Xijun, who was

silent as if he were in the background since getting out of the car.She carried my close-fitting and soft baggage in one hand and the sword in the

other, pretending to be an ordinary guard. The expression on her face was

faint, and her scrutiny gaze crossed me and directed towards the man who came

swiftly, as if she was doing her best. Assessing the identity of the coming

person, guarding my safety.Only I realized that there was only half a point in her eyes, half a point of

contempt, and the remaining nine points were as cold as looking at a dead

thing.I feel like a blessed soul, and I was immediately sure that this young man is

my husband, Fu Ruozhen.As for Kuang Xiyun's attitude towards Fu Ruozhen, it is really intriguing-I

don't know it, and I think they have any deep hatred.