After Dali Temple took away Su Yue, Song Linyuan's condition became more and more serious. In the past, when Su Yue was there, he was still slightly suppressed when he coughed, but now that she is gone, he has no scruples, and the heart-rending cough can be heard even outside the Pinghou Mansion.

Soon after, Song Linyuan's five senses gradually lost, and his body became thinner and thinner. He handed over the military power in his hand to Song Yi, and he also relieved himself of his position in the court, closed the door and quietly recuperated, but in other words, he waited quietly for death.

The dispersion of the poison is indeed very powerful, and in the last few days, Song Linyuan's eyes have become invisible, and his touch has become a little dull, and he has to be taken care of when he walks and eats. But he is still like a person who has nothing to do, he should eat, drink, play, and sleep, except that his face is pale and transparent, and he does not look like a dying person at all.

On the day Song Linyuan left, the sun was shining. He felt better, so he moved the soft couch to the pavilion where he and Su Yue frequented.

It was late autumn, and the autumn wind had brought flowers and leaves, leaving only bare, bony trunks, which looked rather miserable. And the chill is gradually coming with the falling of the flowers, even in a bright day, the wind blows on the body and feels a little cold.

Xiaohe carried a thin quilt to the pavilion and covered it for him. Song Linyuan tilted his head slightly and smiled at her, but his originally deep eyes were dull at this time.

Xiaohe looked at his nose and soured.

After Su Yue left, Xiao He was transferred to serve Song Linyuan, and then she knew that their Hou Ye was already suffering from a stubborn illness and had no medical treatment, so she chose to send Su Yue away. Now that she watched Song Linyuan lose weight little by little, she only felt that her heart was more than enough but her strength was insufficient.

A pair of multicolored bead curtains are hung on the edge of the pavilion, and the wind brings a crisp sound when it passes. Song Linyuan heard the sound and gently turned his head, his eyes reflected the high sky, and a light fell in his eyes, and disappeared into the depths in a blink of an eye.

He looked at it for a moment, then sighed softly. The jade in his hand was warm and slightly cool, and the two small and delicate silver bells rang softly, he paused, and then stretched out his hand: "Xiaohe, this thing will be handed over to you for safekeeping." If one day she returns, you will give it to her. ”

Xiaohe stepped forward to take the things in his hand, the jade ring in his hand was round, and there was no impurities on the white jade, which could be seen to be extremely good jade.

She looked at it for a long time, and then said softly: "Why doesn't Master Hou give it to the girl himself?"

"Me?" Song Linyuan was stunned, pulled out a helpless smile, and then shook his head, "I can't wait." ”

Xiao He's eyes turned red: "What did Master Hou say?

Song Linyuan was stunned, as if he remembered something, and smiled: "I hope so......" Then he subconsciously looked at Xiaohe, but found that he couldn't see it anymore. He was stunned, then closed his eyes slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was bitter, "Xiaohe, you go down first, I want to stay alone for a while." ”

Xiaohe bowed his head, and then retreated lightly.

As the footsteps faded away, he moved and found a comfortable place to lie down, the expression on his face relaxing until it was blank.

In the distance, you can see a pear grove with petals already dropped, and the craggy trunks look bare, which is very pitiful. The wind blows lightly through the colorful bead curtains, making a crisp "ding dong" sound. A strand of hair fell from Song Linyuan's chest, drawing ink-colored traces on the purple single clothes.

On the second day, news came from Pinghou Mansion that Pinghou Song Linyuan was dead, only twenty-eight years old.

On the third day, the emperor issued an order to amnesty the world, recited blessings for the dead Pinghou, and posthumously crowned Pinghou as the emperor's teacher, and buried him with a state funeral.

The next day, Su Yue, who had been in Dali Temple for half a year, was released. And the first thing she did when she came out was to find the Pinghou Mansion.

When Su Yue was released from prison, it was the middle of winter. Not long after, there was a heavy snowfall, and at a glance, between heaven and earth, chaotic, were all a vast white.

When she went to the Pinghou Mansion, it was the tenth day after Song Linyuan's death.

She stood in front of the door, what she saw was Manfu Sumin, and the white flags in the house had not been removed, she looked at the plaque with the words "Pinghou Mansion" written on it, and her expression was a little dazed for a while.

Although she also heard some rumors when she was released by Dali Temple, she never thought that this was true.

That person, who was fine half a year ago, would play chess with her and call her "Susu", even if he said that later, he personally sent her to Dali Temple, he was so unharmed.

But now, when she saw Su Min in Manfu, she knew that this person who had given her hope but ruthlessly broke it really ceased to exist at this moment.

I looked at Su Yue standing in front of the Pinghou Mansion, wearing a white dress with a thin figure, lining the snow white behind her, and her back was lonely and stubborn. Just like that day, after Song Linyuan woke up, he staggered to her yard, even if he saw the prosperity of the courtyard, he felt lonely for no reason, just because there was no missing the most important person in his heart.

The guard guarding the door saw that Su Yue had been standing for a long time and did not see any movement, so he went in the door to announce, and after a while, a familiar figure came out. That's Xiao He.

Seeing Su Yue standing in front of the door, Xiao He hurriedly took a few steps forward, and his swollen eyes turned red again.

"Girl......"

Su Yue looked up at her blankly, opened her mouth a few times, and then called out her name: "Little Lotus......"

Xiaohe walked up to her and choked up: "Girl, are you back...... Hou Ye, he ...... He ...... "Before he finished speaking, he couldn't stop crying."

I thought Su Yue would cry too, but she just glanced at Xiaohe and said in a calm voice, "I want to see him." ”

Yes, she wants to see him.

Whether he was dead or alive, she wanted to see him.

She's slow to react, but she's not stupid. After half a year of prison life, he has never been wronged, let alone tortured. Coupled with the situation at this time, it seems to be just a coincidence, but she has doubts.

She felt that he was hiding something from her.

Xiaohe looked at the person in front of him, then took out something from his arms and handed it to her: "Girl, Master Hou is no longer there...... This is what Master Hou asked me to give to you......"

Lying in Xiaohe's hand is a piece of jade pendant. The white jade ring, the pale cyan tassel, and a few delicate silver bells hung in the tassels.

It was her birthday gift to him.

She still remembered that day when he accepted this jade pendant with a ridiculous look, hugged her and said: "Susu, I like it very much, this is what you gave me, as long as you give it to me, I like it." ”

He said that he liked it very much, but he gave it back to her.

Su Yue lowered her eyes and stretched out her hand to take it, looked at it for a long time, and then slammed Xiaohe away, and ran in with a step.

The guards guarding the door subconsciously wanted to stop her, but they were stopped by Xiaohe. She looked at the figure of Su Yue running in, and her tears finally couldn't help but slide down.

"Master Hou, I'm sorry ......"

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