Juehui turned her eyes to look at Du Guangwu, her eyes were soft and focused, and there was a faint smile on her lips: "Because Yumen County is far away from the border, there is no news with Dadu, and it coincides with the disaster in the Tang Kingdom, the border is not peaceful, and there are always homeless people's livelihoods." After giving birth to Shiro www.biquge.info, Du Xingjian was not in a hurry to write a letter to report to his family, and the matter dragged on, until Shiro was about to turn one and a half years old, Du Xingjian received an order to transfer back to Dadu to serve as the general of the Tiger Ben, and he said to the girl that after returning to Dadu, he would give Shiro a genealogy and take a correct name, and the girl should also go down. ”

Speaking of this, her expression gradually became cold, and her voice became cold: "However, no one expected that the first emperor would suddenly attack the Huan clan. At that time, Du Xingjian was taking our group to Dadu to take up a job, and after receiving the news halfway, Du Xingjian ...... It was revealed as it was. ”

Raising his sleeve and wiping the corners of his eyes, Juehui's eyes that were always merciful crossed a look of resentment for the first time, and his voice trembled: "When there were still several days away from Dadu, Du Xingjian placed the girl in a very remote grange, detained all our servants in the village, and did not go out, and sent many guards to guard it. And he himself left with Shiro. Since then, the girl has ...... I never saw Du Xingjian again, and I never saw ...... Her flesh and blood ......"

Jue Hui's tremolo voice stopped, and a trace of deep sadness crossed Wen Xiu's face.

She turned her head to look at Xiuzhu beside her, was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed, the laughter seemed to be sad and angry, and it seemed to be sarcastic, and her voice became full of mockery: "When putting the girl in the grange, Du Xingjian ...... The hypocrite, however, told the girl that he had only gone back to find out where the wind was blowing, and that he would return soon. Putting the girl in the Grange is also to protect the girl's safety, and what is he saying that as a son of the Du family, he can't ignore the reputation of the family, and he can't put the Du family in danger just for a Huan girl...... He seemed to have forgotten at that time, if it weren't for the marriage with the Huan family, how could his official position rise so quickly, this hypocrite...... cough cough cough ......"

A violent cough suddenly interrupted Juehui's words. She bent her waist and kept coughing, as if she wanted to cough out her heart, her hand holding the bamboo trembled uncontrollably, her cheeks were purple and swollen, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

Du Guangwu was slightly startled and involuntarily took two steps forward.

"Don't ...... Don't come here...... Jue Hui let out a low breath, holding her hand on her chest and hurriedly taking a few steps back, until she was some distance away from Du Guangwu, she stood firmly on her back against a bamboo pole, bent over and gasping for breath.

"Don't come here, Awu...... Shiro Mo wants to come over...... I'm ...... "I'm sick,......" she said in fits and starts, and with a shaking hand she took out a tiny gourd from her sleeve, unplugged it, and poured something into her mouth.

A pungent smell of medicine emanated from the small gourd, with a slightly spicy smell, which made people feel bitter when they smelled it.

"Are you alright?" Du Guangwu stared at Juehui.

"I'm fine...... Ahem...... Juehui coughed and shook her head, stuffed the gourd, put it back in her sleeve, and then leaned her body against the bamboo, closed her eyes slightly, and her pale face and cheeks were frighteningly red.

The potion seemed to work wonders, and after a few breaths, Juehui's cough eased a little, and the panting sound was no longer as harsh as Fang Cai's, but the two sickly flushes on her cheeks never dissipated.

Du Guangwu stood there, looking at her steadily.

After about a quarter of an hour, Juehui's complexion finally returned to normal, and she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at Du Guangwu.

Fang Cai was in a hurry for a while, and coughed a little harder, which disturbed Awu. This is not always the case. She said apologetically, lifting her sleeve and wiping the corner of her lips. Her expression looked a little tired, but the warmth and concern in her eyes were even stronger than Fang Cai.

She looked at Du Guangwu lovingly, and said softly: "Awu, don't get too close to me, don't get too sick." ”

Du Guangwu looked at her with a complicated expression, his face seemed to be sad and happy, and he seemed to be emotionless.

The two of them did not speak for a while, only stood quietly opposite each other.

The twilight became deeper and thicker, and in the western sky, a crescent moon appeared at some point, and a lone star accompanied the side of the moon ring, and the distant starlight, cold and indifferent, seemed to be the eyes of a god looking down on the world, looking coldly at this reckless world.

Juehui let out a long sigh.

Sometimes, she wonders if those dusty past events will not be just a dream. In the dream, there is the pain and fear of betrayal, hurt, and death, as well as a little nostalgic happiness and warmth.

However, it was just a dream after all, and after waking up from the dream, she still lived her life quietly, chanting and copying scriptures, planting vegetables and watering fertilizer every day. The closed door of the nunnery was a shackle, locking her into this quiet world like stagnant water, but locking the past and the rolling red dust out of her body.

And now, the young man standing in front of her, his eyebrows and his charm, his suppressed expression, the dust on his sleeves and boots, and his pained and sad eyes, all reminded her that it was not a dream, but something that had happened.

Her former master, Huan Jiuniang, whom she relied on and relied on the most, was dead, dying in that cold, snowy winter.

Jue Hui closed her eyes.

She was immersed in the absolute darkness of that moment for a moment, and then opened her eyes again.

At that moment, her demeanor had regained her composure.

The Buddha said emptiness, extinguishment, life as death, and death as life. However, if the past is not broken, how can we talk about the disillusionment of the void, and where will we come from passing away and living away?

Juehui breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt that her body was light, and the mountain wind blew by, as if she had swept away a thousand thoughts, leaving only an empty light.

She turned her head, stared at the lone star in the sky, and said peacefully, "I am the only surviving servant of the Huan family. I think it must have been the girl who protected me in the spirit of heaven that allowed me to escape that catastrophe. ”

There was a little softness and memories in her voice, and there was no longer the grief and indignation of Fang Cai, only a faint warmth: "The girl is a very gentle person with a calm temperament. From being under house arrest in the Grange to the first emperor convicting the Huan family of 'ten killables', during this period, the girl was as usual except for vomiting blood once, but her body was weakening day by day. Later, one time, the girl suddenly looked at me and sighed, saying that she was sorry for those of us who followed her, and that Du Xingjian was stoic and ruthless, acted decisively, and never dragged his feet. If the Huan family is betrayed and replaced, many of us may still be able to survive, but unfortunately, she is married to Du Sanlang, and we, the servants of the Huan family, are afraid that we will also be affected by her. ”