Chapter 129: Leaving Luofu
Qinghe is missing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
At night, when Yuhe took the child to look for Qinghe, he found that Qinghe was not in the room, and there was no Qinghe in the whole house.
It's so late, she's so weak, where will she go?
Ye Yizhi seemed to think of something, and immediately rushed towards one place, Luo Xing watched Ye Yizhi's figure disappear little by little, and finally turned his head.
In the dark cemetery, a white figure shrunk into a ball and leaned against the stone tablet, and the small figure looked very cold under the moonlight.
Ye Yizhi slowed down and got closer to Qinghe a little bit, she was really here.
She seemed to be asleep, the whole person was there, Ye Yizhi was in front of her, he could only see her messy hair, her whole face buried in her arms, her breathing was steady, he raised his hand to wake her up, but he was afraid, she would be angry when she saw her, or rather, he didn't want to see Qinghe's dejected eyes.
However, in the middle of the night, she had just given birth to a child, and it was when her body was weak, if she was here all night, don't say that she is not in good health, even if she is a healthy person, she will be sick.
Ye Yizhi patted her shoulder gently, Qing He reacted, slowly raised his head, looked at Ye Yizhi with half-open eyes, and then smiled slightly: "Why are you here." ā
"I'm supposed to ask you." Ye Yizhi breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately she was not the same lost and depressed appearance as before.
Qinghe turned his head to look at the stele, raised his hand and gently stroked Qiao Meng's name: "I'm afraid he's scared here." ā
There will be fear there, but she can't let go of it.
"Fusheng, what you need now is to take good care of your body, don't forget your and Qiao Meng's child, he needs your care, if you are sick, who will take care of him." Ye Yizhi hopes that Qinghe can forget Qiao Meng, at least in his opinion, without Qiao Meng, Qinghe may be happier.
Qinghe lowered her eyes, she didn't want to live as they thought, let go of her obsessions, let go of the past, she also thought, and even thought that it would be good if she could forget Qiao Meng, but if she really forgot, she couldn't bear it, Qinghe couldn't forget Qiao Meng, and she couldn't help but miss him.
"If I don't come to accompany him, he will be so lonely, the loess is deep, and I will never be able to touch him again." Qinghe's eyes turned red again: "Obviously, I am so close to him, but why do I feel so far away." ā
"Fusheng, you can't go on like this, that's it here tonight, I'll take you back, they haven't slept now, they're all looking for you."
Qinghe stood up, hugged the stele tightly, and said in a very soft voice: "Qiao Meng, I'll go back first." As she left, she lowered her head and dropped a kiss on the stone tablet.
Ye Yizhi led Qinghe away.
The cold earth, the cold coffin, the cold body, the cold heart, Qiao Meng died, and Qinghe's heart also died.
Yuhuan's body jumped in front of Qiao Meng's monument, and on his left was Luo Shaoqiu, Yuhuan didn't speak, but took out a wine jug from his wide sleeve, he raised his head and took a sip and said, "I'm not familiar with you, but my sister is familiar with you." As he spoke, he poured the rest of the wine on the ground: "I'll have a drink with you." ā
"The strong man has not passed away, why not be sad." The wine in the jug was empty, and Yuhuan put the jug on the ground and turned to leave.
The pitch-black robe covered his emaciated body tightly, and I don't know when it started, Yuhuan also began to have these emotions that he didn't have in the past, and he seemed to be able to feel Qinghe's sadness and desolation.
The moonlight is shining, the breeze in the woods, the two lonely mounds, and the two young lives are in this loess, disappearing between heaven and earth,
After Qinghe came back, she saw the anxious Yuhe walking towards her: "Child." Yu He hugged Qing He in his arms, and Qing He's body was very cold.
Yu He looked at her worriedly: "You can't go on like this, your body will be dragged down." ā
Qinghe smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, Qingmeng is still there, I won't fall." ā
They finished Qiao Meng's first seven years in Luofu, Qing He's expression looked much calmer, the child was held by Yu He, and Qing He put Qiao Meng's luggage neatly.
His clothes were all white.
"Ding~" the sound of bells.
Qinghe looked at the bell that slipped from her clothes, this bell was given to her by Qiao Meng when she was in Jizhou, and then she lost her memory and fell into Ye Yizhi's hands, but now it is in her hands again.
Obviously he said that he would give her a better gift, but now she saw nothing but this bell, and even the person who said he wanted to give her a gift has disappeared from this world.
Qinghe bit her lip tightly, asking herself not to cry and not to think about it, but sometimes there are things that are really uncontrollable, just like those tears, which are always out of her control, and she runs out of her eyes.
She bent down and tied the bell around her ankle, a little old, but still so good-looking.
There was a white skirt in Qiao Meng's luggage, the dress was still very new, Qing He opened it and took a look, this skirt seemed to be the skirt given to him with this chain when he was in Jizhou, she had not worn it since she wore it to Qiao Meng that night, because she was reluctant and wanted to wait for the right opportunity to wear it again.
But wait and wait, it has been several years, she has grown up, her clothes are smaller, she can't wear them anymore if she wants to, and Qiao Meng can't see it.
Qinghe finally couldn't help it, squatted on the ground with the skirt and cried loudly, like an abandoned child, looking up and tears flowed unscrupulously.
She no longer has the Qiao Meng who treats her as her life, and there is no longer Qiao Meng who will tolerate her willfulness so forever, no more.
"Qiao Meng!" Qing He's body kept trembling, as if he wanted to wake up Qiao Meng, who had already sunk into the ground.
"Qinghe." Yuhe walked in with the child in his arms.
The child didn't know if he felt Qinghe's sadness, and he also cried together, hearing the child's crying, Qinghe hurriedly wiped his tears and walked to Yuhe's side and hugged Qiao Qingmeng in his arms: "Don't cry, don't cry." Qinghe's voice was choked, obviously he hadn't stopped crying, but he was still coaxing others: "Qingmeng doesn't cry, and my mother doesn't cry." ā
Yu Chen stood outside the house, looking at this but looking away, she really wanted to cry like Qinghe, but she couldn't cry.
When Qinghe looked up, she saw Yu Chen, she was stunned for a moment, and walked towards Yu Chen: "I'm leaving." ā
Yu Chen nodded: "Have a good trip." ā
"What are you going to do in the future?"
"I don't know, I shouldn't leave the capital, if you come back, you can come to me." Although Yu Chen is cold, he is hot in his bones.
Qing He smiled slightly: "I don't know what's going on in the palace." ā
"On the day of Shaoqiu's burial, Murong Shuyue ascended the throne, but he was merciful, he did not kill Murong Jie, but drove him away, and he was never allowed to set foot in the capital."
"What about the crown princess?" Qinghe remembered that the crown princess seemed to like Murong Shuyue, and the relationship between the two was unusual.
"The crown princess and Murong Jie left together, she was pregnant, and the road was not comfortable."
No matter how uncomfortable it is, at least he can be with his lover, so even if it is bitter, it will be worth it, Murong Jie should treat Chen Huaying well, Murong Shu is not stupid Murong Jie, it must also be for Chen Huaying's face.
And Xiao Lian'an was caught by Jiang Daren overnight and locked up in Ying Tiancheng's prison.
When Yu Wan's sister and brother passed, when he saw Yu Wan and Yu Chen, the whole person seemed to see a ghost, and asked in horror, "Who are you?" ā
"Don't you really know us?" Yu Wan walked up to him and looked at him at eye level: "How many years, I finally found you." ā
Xiao Lianan frowned, and suddenly raised his head and laughed: "We are really the same kind of people. ā
"We're not the same kind of people, I'm not like you." Yu Wan's eyes were full of disgust.
"Different?" Xiao Lianan sneered: "Unscrupulous means to achieve the goal, you just want me to live as well as die, but how many people have been killed for this." ā
Yu Chen was stunned for a moment, and then immediately raised his hand and pinched his neck: "Hugh is talking nonsense." ā
Xiao Lian'an blushed, panting and sneering: "No, you are not as good as me, at least what I have done, I will admit it, and you, a coward, will never admit that you killed your friend." ā
"I didn't, you killed them." Yu Wan roared angrily.
Yu Wan's hand strength was particularly strong, and just when Xiao Lianan was about to be strangled to death, Yu Chen stepped forward to stop him: "He will die." ā
At this time, Yu Wan took her hand away, and Yu Wan looked at Xiao Lian'an and said in a cold tone: "I just want to know, why did you leave my mother back then." ā
"I didn't drop it." Xiao Lianan finally survived from Yu Wan's men, and the whole person lost the anger he had just now.
"No?" Yu Wan obviously didn't believe it.
"Back then, I was framed by someone and me, and your mother rescued me, and I was really happy during that time, but I was already Xiangguo at that time, and I couldn't stay there." Xiao Lianan said.
"Then why don't you take my mother with you."
Xiao Lianan shook his head: "At that time, I already had a wife and children, if she came over, she would only be bullied, she was just a commoner, in all fairness, she was not as good as my wife." ā
"So you dislike her?" Yu Wan felt a little funny, laughing at his mother for being stupid, and when she died, she was still thinking that Xiao Lian'an would come to pick her up.
But Yu Wan didn't know who his father was at all, and just relied on some descriptions of his mother to look for them, but they were too young at that time to survive in this troubled world.
This is what makes the current Yu Wan, and Yu Wan also relied on his childhood memories in the three years that Qinghe disappeared, and only then did he know that the person he was thinking about was Xiao Lian'an, the prime minister of Dayu.
His mother was suffering in that small mountain village, suffering a lot, but he was happy in the city, Xiao Wufeng's death was the night Yizhi he gave the information, and it was also a warning to Xiao Lian'an, but Xiao Lian'an was too stupid to find out that this was Yu Wan's warning.
Later, he found out that it was too cheap for Xiao Lianan to die like this, didn't he care much about his position as Xiangguo? Then he will let him lose this position, doesn't he support Murong Jie? Then he will support Murong Shuyue, and he will destroy everything he has gotten and crush everything he asks for.
Xiao Lianan shook his head: "It's not that I dislike him, but I can't be with her, if I take her back, my wife won't let her go, she will die, and even you won't survive." ā
Xiao Lian'an's wife is the eldest princess of Dayu, a person who can't tolerate sand in her eyes, if their mother comes, she will definitely not survive, she will have countless ways to let her die.
Yu Wan watched his hands clenched into fists, Yu Chen walked up to Xiao Lianan and asked, "Then let me ask you, do you love my mother?" ā
Xiao Lianan looked at Yu Chen, her appearance was seven points similar to her mother, but in terms of temperament, Yu Wan was more similar, Xiao Lianan nodded: "She is the person I love the most in my life." ā
"Since you love, you go down to accompany her, she must be lonely alone." With that, Yu Chen drew his sword.
As soon as Yu Wan wanted to stop it, he saw Yu Chen stabbing the sword into his chest, Xiao Lianan looked at Yu Chen in surprise, he smiled after seeing Yu Chen's eyes, and said: "Child, live well, this is my father's only hope." ā
Yu Chen closed his eyes and turned his head away, and put the sword back.
"Sister." Yu Wan looked at Yu Chen in disbelief: "Why did you kill him." ā
"Are you reluctant?" Yu Chen's appearance was cold, and his heart may have been bleeding, but on the surface, it still seemed so light.
Yu Wan shook his head, but anyone could see that Yu Wan was very sad, he was still reluctant to give up this father, even if they had never gotten along, but that kind of blood relationship made him unable to turn a blind eye: "Let him die like this, it's too cheap for him." ā
"Since he still loves his mother, let him accompany our mother, and he should forgive his sins." Yu Chen wiped the blood from his sword and withdrew the sword into its scabbard.
In fact, Yu Chen could see that Yu Wan was reluctant to let this father die, the more reluctant Yu Wan was, the more she wanted to destroy it, since he dared to kill so many people for his selfish desires, then she could make Yu Wan suffer as much as she did because of her selfishness.
There is no doubt that they are sisters and brothers, no matter how they look or how they do things, they are all the same.
Flaws will be reported, and relatives will not forgive.
Qinghe got into the carriage, and Ye Yizhi did not leave, but followed Qinghe back to the mountain.
The affairs of Xingyue Tower, he temporarily handed over the management to Luo Xing.
Qinghe looked at Ye Yizhi, who was driving outside, and asked, "Why did you come with you?" ā
Ye Yi smiled and said, "Naturally, there is a reason. ā
"What is the reason?"
"Well, you have to wait, I'll tell you when the time comes." The mystery of Yeyi aroused Qinghe's curiosity.
Together, they went to the mountains, the house where they had lived as children.
Jun Yan lived in Qinghe's room, Qiao Ling lived in his own room, Wan Qi Zige and Yuhe lived in a room, but Ye Yizhi had no place to sleep.
Qiao Ling said with some embarrassment: "If you don't mind, you can squeeze with me." ā
After Ye Yizhi heard that he had a place to sleep, he hurriedly nodded: "Okay, good!" ā
At night, when Wan Qizige and his wife were chatting, they said Ye Yizhi: "This child is good-looking and has good martial arts, but he is a little cowardly." Yuhe said.
Wan Qizi was puzzled: "Where is the cowardice?" ā
"I like our daughter, but I don't dare to say it."