Chapter 734

March weather, no sunshine.

The peaches and plums in full bloom in the imperial garden can not drive away the cold shrouded in the palace. There are sad feelings inside and outside the palace of Xiao state, and the whole Chang'an is immersed in the bad news from the north.

Even the good news that the Mexican King's army defeated the state of Liang and captured millet pine alive could not dispel the grief of Zhao Xingwen's sacrifice.

Huo Tianxiu led Huo Wenkang to stand outside Huo Wenshu's boudoir window and looked at the tearful girl inside. He regretted it.

If he had insisted before, he would cut off her marriage with Zhao Xingwen regardless.

Now, she is not so sad.

Huo Tianxiu squatted down and whispered to Huo Wenkang, "go and persuade your sister to eat."

Huo Wenkang nodded cleverly. Although Huo Tianxiu and Huo Wenshu never told him what had happened, it was known all over the city, and the servants of Huo mansion inevitably sighed.

I feel sorry for my young lady and my uncle who didn't come to the door. Heaven is jealous of marriage.

Their private gossip will inevitably fall into Huo Wenkang's ears. Huo Wenkang, who is only 12, says it's big or small.

He reorganized those words and phrases and knew that Zhao Xingwen... Couldn't come back.

He hid in the quilt and cried all night. During the days when Zhao Xingwen came to Huo's house for dinner every day, he taught him martial arts and accompanied him to practice the sand table. In his heart, apart from his blood, Zhao Xingwen was even closer than his sister.

However, now, Zhao Xingwen's voice and smile are still clearly printed in his mind. There are all kinds of gifts from him in the room, including bows and arrows tied for him personally, wooden swords cut for him personally, and polo made for him personally

Those objects are reflected in the eyes one by one, but the man who dotes on him can never come back

Huo Wenkang just cried all night, so he didn't dare to cry again, or even show a trace of sadness in front of Huo Wenshu.

He knew that his sister was much more heartache than him.

Huo Tianxiu knew that he was sensible. Every once in a while, he would lead him to visit Huo Wenshu, talk with her and barely feed her two spoons of food.

Huo Tianxiu stood outside the window and watched Huo Wenshu hold Huo Wenkang to stop his tears before he stepped in.

"Kang'er, it's time to study." Huo Tianxiu rubbed Huo Wenkang's hair.

Huo Wenkang now practices martial arts in the morning and writing in the afternoon every day. The time is very full, and there is only such a short spare time for lunch.

He nodded meekly, took out the gold hairpin of the winged bird in Huo Wenshu's hand, put it on the bun for her, and then politely left. When he came to the door, he suddenly stopped and looked back, opened his mouth to Huo Wenshu in a still immature voice and said, "sister, you still have me."

Huo Wenshu tried to pull up a smile, but her lips were pale and her face became more and more haggard. Only the bright gold hairpin on her bun added a touch of color to her.

Huo Wenkang knows that the golden hairpin is the object of love between Zhao Xingwen and Huo Wenshu. My sister looks at the golden hairpin every day.

He could not comfort her by saying that her death was over, because even he could not forget Zhao Xingwen.

Huo Wenkang finally stamped his foot towards the master. He had never been so eager to grow up. When he grew up, he could at least go to the battlefield and kill the Mongolian enemies.

Huo Tianxiu saw his back go away completely. He just pursed his lips and opened his mouth to Huo Wenshu: "old general Zhao doesn't intend to transport Xingwen's body back to Chang'an. He said that wrapping the body in a vest is the honor of every general."

Huo Wenshu took back her eyes outside the house and turned to him. In her eyes, there was a sparkling one.

She bit her lips hard, and then said with a supplication tone: "uncle, can you tell old general Zhao that I want to be buried for him."

Huo Tianxiu couldn't bear it. After a pause, he continued: "Mrs. Zhao also went to the palace today and asked for an order. The engagement between our two families is over. What's your identity to bury him?"

Huo Wenshu got up and looked excited: "the engagement between me and him was given by the emperor. Now the emperor is still in bed. Why did the crown prince withdraw our engagement?"

Huo Tianxiu grabbed her slender wrist and added two points: "Wen Shu, he... Has gone."

"So what? I'll marry him when he's alive. When he dies, I'm also the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family. For the rest of my life, I Huo Wenshu will keep a holiday for him, Zhao Xingwen." She looked at him for a moment, and a tear in her eyes fell quietly, just on Huo Tianxiu's hand.

The tears were so hot that Huo Tianxiu felt hot.

"Wen Shu, you are only sixteen. You are the best time in a woman's life." Huo Tianxiu's tone softened, and there was hidden heartache in his drooping eyes.

"He promised the best years to the country, and I promised him the best years. He has no regrets and I have no complaints. I hope uncle can make it right, intercede with old general Zhao for me, and transport back Xingwen's body, even a charred body. I also want to bury him personally as his wife." Her face was firm, and her eyes were filled with tears of forbearance. In the hazy, there was still a resolute determination without hesitation.

"This is what Zhao Xingwen left to Mrs. Zhao before he left Beijing. If he can't come back and you insist, let Mrs. Zhao hand it over to you." Huo Tianxiu finally loosened his hand, took out a letter from his arms, put it on the table, walked heavily and sighed out of her boudoir.

Huo Wenshu closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath.

But even though she tried hard to control her tears, she couldn't control her shaky body.

She slumped down, leaned her whole body against the back of the chair, and touched the envelope with her fingertips. Just looking at the four words "Wen Shu's kiss" on the envelope, she was already hurt by the familiar handwriting.

She rubbed the letter in her hand for a long time. When she opened the letter, her arm still trembled violently.

"Wen Shu, seeing the words like a meeting, unfolding her letter and comforting her face, I will say goodbye to this book and you forever..."

As soon as she looked at the beginning, she only felt the long black clouds coming up in front of her eyes.

Zhao Xingwen couldn't figure out clearly, and his meaningful handwriting flowed in the hazy, like thin smoke dissipated. She just sat there stunned. The tears she had just collected quickly condensed a thin layer of water vapor in her eyes.

Huo Wenshu seemed to be in a trance. Her slightly trembling hand tightly grasped her collar before she could take the letter and read it.

"I was born in the sky and grew up in the hot sun. I soar in the wind, never far away. You are the girl I love in my heart. Please don't cry for me. I will stand in the distance with the wind and smile at you... "

At this moment

Outside the window and in the courtyard, a spring breeze blew across my face.

Huo Wenshu only felt that her eyes were too painful to contain, and the burning pain in her heart seemed to burn into her eyes. There was something there that could not be stopped from bursting out of the dike.

When the sun retreated from the yard, it retreated so slowly. How many times did it pause, like a choking.

In the distance, there is a flag made by Zhao Xingwen for Huo Wenkang years ago, standing at the top.

Huo Wenshu looked into the distance with tearful eyes and whispered: "the long wind winds around the flag. Are you thinking of you and me?"