Chapter 343

343 stars last night wind last night (III)

When he jumped down against the shocked eyes of the people, he saw the woman slowly sinking to the bottom of the water. She seemed to sink with a smile on her face.

How dare she... Die like this? How can she be willing to leave her most valued empress mother and Emperor's brother?

Although she kept saying that she was willing to compensate him for her life, he Zhen could understand her. Princess Anle was the most timid and afraid of death. She just wanted to win his pity. This woman has always been cruel and cunning. She must be.

But why was she so calm and even happy to meet death when she met death?

Huo Wanhua fell asleep. She had been exposed to the wind and cold. After soaking in the cold well water for so long, the cold entered her heart. When she was rescued, she was pale and seemed to stop breathing.

He Zhen's eyes were cold and his big hands pressed her chest hard. After a while, his soft body finally reacted and suddenly spit out a big saliva.

She coughed to the earth. He Zhen hesitated and gently patted her back to help her smooth her breath. She shrank back like a frightened little animal, and her left hand tried to hide behind her.

He Zhen's sword eyebrow was slightly wrinkled. She was weak in the end. She curled up and gradually fainted again. There was a thick layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and her thin broken hair was close to her neck, but her left hand was still clutching and refused to let go.

He Zhen stretched out his hand, picked up his curled up body and walked up to the warm Pavilion in the West building.

The doctor in the house nervously gave her a pulse, quickly prescribed a prescription and fried a large bowl of medicine. The maidservants served her and poured it down. Huo Wanhua's hot breath slowly calmed down.

The government doctor timidly told him to withdraw. He Zhen waved back his maidservants, sat on the golden nanmu chair by the bed, and stared at the thin figure lying on the bed with black eyes.

Only at this time can he look at her without scruples. She has lost a lot. She used to be a beautiful melon seed face, but now she is thinner and thinner, and her jaw is sharper and sharper. The arms exposed outside the brocade quilt are as thin as skin and bones. The long hair that was originally soft and smooth is now dry and haggard and scattered on the pillow.

She looked so pale and thin. He Zhen's palm subconsciously stretched out, as if to fall on her cheek, but finally stayed in mid air for a long time.

Her forehead and cheeks were bruised, and her face was slightly red and swollen, which was left on her face by the damned maidservants. He Zhen flashed a trace of anger on his face and looked at Huo Wanhua with pity in his eyes.

Huo Wanhua didn't sleep well. He Zhen heard talking nonsense in his dream: "Mom... Brother..."

The hand finally didn't fall on Huo Wanhua's cheek. He Zhen stood there in silence and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

In her heart, the most important thing is always her parents and brother. For the sake of her mother and brother, she can kill him without hesitation. Why should he be soft hearted to her again?

Thinking of Xie Suiyang's expression of hesitation before he left, he Zhen only felt that he was angry for no reason. Naturally, he could guess what Xie Suiyang wanted to say, just for fear that he would indulge in his children's private affairs and be confused by the woman in front of him again. But would he be stupid enough to fall into the same river twice in a row?

The light in he Zhen's eyes gradually faded. He turned back and looked at the woman on the bed. There was no wave in his eyes.

Her hand was still holding something. He Zhen was curious and stretched out his hand to break open her palm to see what taught her to be so precious. She clutched it very tightly. He Zhen broke her palm with a little force. What came into sight was an antique copper shaped strange thing.

Half moon Jue.

He gave her a bagpipe.

He Zhen was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, Huo Wanhua held her hand tightly. It was banyuejue who didn't want to let go. Because of too much force, she left a deep mark in her white and delicate palm,

Why does she value this jade Jue so much?

The long eyelashes trembled slightly. The person lying in bed gradually opened her eyes. Her eyes looked around blankly. She didn't seem to know where she was.

She seemed to have recovered a little intelligence. She suddenly sat up and looked down into her palm. It was empty. Huo Wanhua looked around between the bed and pillow in a panic. A cold voice sounded in his ear: "what are you looking for?"

She looked vaguely at the source of the sound. Someone stood by the bed with his hand behind his back and stared at her low. There was no expression on Qingjun's face.

It's he Zhen. Huo Wanhua lowered his eyes and said faintly, "nothing."

The atmosphere in the room became very quiet, leaving only the sound of each other's breathing. Huo Wanhua's hand was still unwilling to look through the bedding, but he refused to look at he Zhen from beginning to end. After all, her body was too weak. The short search had made her dizzy and her breathing was getting heavier and heavier. But she was like an alert little beast, carefully keeping awake.

He Zhen quietly looked at her little movements, and finally handed over the things in his hand: "are you looking for this?"

She subconsciously rushed to grasp the oddly shaped bagpipe, but the bony palm took it back. Huo Wanhua looked at him with a white face, and his dry lips moved slightly: "that's mine."

He Zhen frowned slightly, and his thin lips outlined a beautiful arc: "this is my thing."

She looked a little flustered. Her thin shell teeth bit her lower lip and weakly pleaded, "you have given it to me... That's mine..."

He Zhen was annoyed by her almost rogue attitude. Is this girl shameless? If she hadn't cheated him to stay here with him all his life, how could he give her the treasure symbolizing imperial power?

"That is also deceived by you." he Zhen is extremely angry, the slender fingers pinch, half moon Jue shook in front of her eyes: "they have all been reduced to this part, and have never forgotten to destroy the king's spirit of the kingdom of Wu. The princess's admiration for Dasheng is really admirable."

As a princess of the great prosperous Dynasty, she naturally wanted to do her part for the prosperity of the Empire. But now she just stared at his fingers, then raised her eyes and silently looked at him, with her eyes full of supplication.

She didn't know what half moon Jue symbolized the luck of imperial power. She only knew that it was the only thing he gave her, a bagpipe that could only hear his voice.

He Zhen had never seen her look so pleading. She used to be timid and dogleg, but she was actually a cruel and cruel woman, but she had never been soft to him, let alone so pleading.

Anyway, now all her people are in his hand. He Zhen stared at her silently, and his fingers finally moved. Banyuejue drew a beautiful arc in the air and accurately fell on the palm of her hand.

Huo Wanhua happily picked up the bagpipe that fell on the pillow and carefully held her in the palm of her hand. She hesitated a little, but turned her face and showed a grateful smile to him.

Her smile made he Zhen's heart seem to be sucked away, and suddenly became empty. He impulsively asked, "why do you keep this?"

Huo Wanhua looked at him and smiled. Her clear eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky. She clenched her left hand into a fist and put it in her ear. She listened to it, smiled and answered him, "this is the bagpipe he gave me."

The woman who didn't answer the question, he Zhen's green tendon at the corner of his forehead jumped: "who is he...?"

He was clearly close at hand, but the woman seemed to fall into some sweet memory, with a smile on her lips: "she is the person I really like... And the best person in the world..."

Unfortunately, the person who once loved her most is dead. The person standing in front of her hates her very much

There was a trace of hatred in he Zhen's eyes. Does the woman still want to cheat him now? If she really liked him, how could she have the heart to stab him out?

But the eyes as bright as water are gently looking at him, but they are not looking at him. Huo Wanhua has a gentle smile on his face, as if he saw another face, the face of her favorite.

She's lying to him. The woman must be plotting something... He Zhen reminded himself again and again that he thought his heart was as cold as a knife, but today he realized that he couldn't resist the Yingying wave in her eyes after all.

He hurried away, leaving Huo Wanhua lying alone in the brocade quilt, carefully hugging the bagpipe on his chest and sleeping with a smile.

He Zhen hurried away. He vowed not to set foot in this place and could not let this woman disturb his mind again. Before stepping out of the door, he stopped slightly and said faintly to the maid beside him, "take good care of her..."

Since then, he Zhen never showed up in this room again.

The so-called banyuejue, a symbol of imperial power, was given to her. She was responsible for taking care of her maid, and even helped her find a thin chain to string up banyuejue and hang it on her neck.

Her life is obviously much better. She doesn't need to do those rough jobs. The old doctor with a gray beard comes to take her pulse every day and fry bowls of bitter soup and medicine that people can't swallow. He won't leave until he watches her drink it every time.

Although the soup medicine was bitter, the effect was good. Her wind cold soon recovered, and her body was better and better day by day under the nourishment of medicine, soup and diet.

The maid in charge of taking care of her is called a Jing. She takes care of her carefully and properly. She even gets permission to bask in the sun in the courtyard every day. She even walks in the garden accompanied by a Jing. The attitude of the people around her became much better. Those long tongued maidservants changed their old bullying and abuse, and turned to hide away as soon as they saw her. They looked quite afraid.

Even she once met Mrs. Yao in her garden. After she was a little surprised, she showed a kind smile to her.