Gu Chongyang adjusted his breathing, glanced at Wang Jiulang, and said, "This qiē has to start when I was ten years old, and the fourth master was on the way back to Beijing after the three-year term of Guichi. ”

Her face was very solemn, and although she tried her best to suppress it, Wang Jiulang still felt the sound of her chaotic and rapid breathing. And the hand she put on her lap, clenched into a fist, obviously worried and frightened to the extreme.

Wang Jiulang suddenly felt a little unbearable: "I'm hungry, let's eat first." ”

Gu Chongyang pursed his lips, his eyes were complicated.

God knows how much courage she mustered to dare to open her mouth, Wang Jiulang interrupted her like this, she didn't know if she would have the courage to continue talking later.

The meals were put on the table, although there were only two people to eat, but the meals were very rich, and most of them were what Gu Chongyang liked to eat.

It's a pity that she has been thinking about how to talk to Wang Jiulang in her heart, and she really doesn't have the heart to eat.

She is reborn, she is reborn, will Wang Jiulang believe her? What would he think of her, when she was a youkai?

The slender fingers like white jade pinched the sweet white porcelain spoon, and her fingers became more and more slender and white, only the pretty little face was stained with haze because of the heavy heart, the brows were frowning, the eyes were dull, and she couldn't even concentrate on eating. Wang Jiulang, who was watching, couldn't wait to wake her up with his fingers.

He felt that he had made a mistake in distracting her by eating.

Wang Jiulang pushed the bowl, took the chair to Gu Chongyang and sat down, and said softly: "Just now you said that the fourth master returned to Beijing after his three-year term, what happened later?" ”

"On the way back to Beijing, I fell seriously ill and almost didn't survive." Gu Chongyang looked at Wang Jiulang with a solemn expression: "After the illness is cured, I have another strange disease, I always dream, I am the same as me in reality, eating and sleeping day by day, I sometimes can't tell whether the one who is asleep is a dream, or when I am awake, it is a dream." ”

The hand on his lap became tighter and tighter, Gu Chongyang blinked his eyes slightly before continuing: "I dreamed that my mother died, and she died of illness. I dreamed that my stepmother came in the door and abused me everywhere. I dreamed that Brother Changfang Rui was dead, and the title fell on the eldest brother of the second room. I dreamed that King Rong rebelled, my uncle became a hero, and became the Duke of Liangguo, and I also changed from the eldest daughter of a widow who was abandoned like a piece of money to the most beloved niece of Duke Liangguo. ”

Gu Chongyang paused, and looked up at Wang Jiulang: "Jiulang, do you believe it?" ”

The little girl's big black and white eyes looked at her, expecting and worrying, as if she could live if he nodded, and if he shook her head, she would die.

Wang Jiulang's brows furrowed: "Later, Ling Ci really died of illness, and your stepmother did enter the door, only these two things are exactly the same as in your dream, right?" ”

Gu Chongyang Huo Ran stood up and shook his head again and again: "No, no, almost everything is the same as in my dream." In my dream, I met an old doctor who had a strange temper and was skilled in medicine, and I gave him a place to stay, and he taught me medicine. ”

"Because the things in the dream are too real, the first thing I do when I wake up is to keep a close eye on my mother, use the medical skills I learned in the dream to treat her, take care of her body, and give her a pulse every day, for fear that she will miss a little. But I couldn't stop the tragedy, and my mother left me. ”

Gu Chongyang spoke quickly, and looked at Wang Jiulang anxiously: "Brother Rui was very sick and almost died, it was I who found out that Brother Rui was poisoned and warned my grandmother that saved Brother Rui's life." The reason why Brother Rui was able to survive was not different from my dream, but precisely because I knew in advance in my dream, so I was able to use the prophet to warn. ”

"Kuro, believe me, my dream is by no means my own imagination, but ...... It's really what will happen later. ”

Wang Jiulang's face showed contemplation: "So you know that King Rong rebelled, and after you know Dou Haoxiao's name, you guessed that he was King Rong's person?" You cut off the connection between the Shen family and the Dou family, just because you were afraid that your uncle would get on King Rong's ship again in a daze? ”

"That's it." Seeing that Wang Jiulang was willing to believe her, Gu Chongyang was overjoyed and said excitedly: "And the first time we met at Jiming Temple, Jiulang also asked me how I knew you." ”

Wang Jiulang never forgot it, and the little girl was so beautiful and eye-catching, he was still puzzled at the time, and later listened to her explanation and thought that she had accidentally bumped into him, so she remembered him, but now it seems that this is probably not the case.

"You've seen me in your dreams, that's why you recognize me. And your medical skills were also learned in dreams, which is why you are so powerful. The so-called self-learning without a teacher is not really without a master. It's because your master only saves zài in a dream, not in reality, so it is inferred that he met a master in Chizhou. ”

Therefore, he and Ruifeng couldn't find out how she learned her medical skills, and they didn't find out where she learned the news that King Rong would rebel.

"Yes." Gu Chongyang couldn't help but prop up the table with his hands and sat back on the chair: "Jiulang, the things in my dream have come true, I don't dare to sue anyone, for fear that others will treat me as a monster." It wasn't until I met Kuro that I felt I could tell what was going on in my dreams. Kuro, do you think I'm talking nonsense? ”

Wang Jiulang was stunned in his heart, and felt that a warm current poured into his heart.

This was the secret of her heart, she had never told anyone else, she kept it with trepidation, trying to use her weak strength to change the tragic ending of her dreams.

But now, she is willing to tell him the secret. She trusted him more than anyone else.

"You're not talking nonsense."

You are speaking the most beautiful sweet words in the world, which makes me believe that you are specially prepared for me by God.

Wang Jiulang's voice was as light as the spring wind, gentle and provocative, and Gu Chongyang's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Only then did she realize that Kurou had sat next to her at some point, and the two of them were sitting side by side, looking at each other, and they could hear each other's breathing.

"Knock knock!"

"Knock knock!"

Gu Chongyang felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her heart, and the thin blood veins were steaming, flowing all over her body, and finally surging onto her face.

You don't have to touch it to know that your face must be very red and hot.

Didn't you say you should be calm? Why did get it again?

Gu Chongyang scolded himself in annoyance for being useless, but he pressed his heart with his hand and quietly moved away from Wang Jiulang.

Her red little face, big flickering eyes, shy and timid, wanting to see him but not daring to be upright and bright, she could only look secretly, which made Wang Jiulang's heart melt.

It's really beautiful and charming, like a cat who has eaten a snack and is spoiled, and people can't help but want to hold her in her arms and knead it well.

Wang Jiulang's breathing was chaotic for a while, he felt the change in himself, and quickly pulled back the thought of his heart, closed his eyes for a while, and said, "You dreamed of me in your dream, what was the result of me?" ”

Wang Jiulang's voice was steady and cold, Gu Chongyang suddenly sobered up, she blinked, sipped, and hesitated for a while.

Wang Jiulang was secretly annoyed, and the feeling of impetuousness came again.

He secretly used his insides to move the chair a little farther away, but suddenly it was like a lightning strike.

The little girl peeked at him and was shy, so she moved away quietly. He is Wang Jiulang, how can he do what a little girl does?

Realizing this, his face changed.

He knew that he was not ordinary to the little girl, but he did not expect that he had reached this step.

He couldn't help but look at her, and saw that she was as charming and lovely as a delicate flower, with big watery eyes and a red mouth, and his heart began to mess up again, and his breathing began to be rapid again.

This time he was really frozen.

Do you care so much about her? Do you feel like you're addicted?

"Kuro, what's wrong with you?"

Slender white fingers shook in front of his eyes, Wang Jiulang stared and said, "It's okay, you go on, what happened to me later." ”

Gu Chongyang's eyes were extremely serious, and his voice was even more strict: "You are dead." ”

She has a tense face, a frown, and an extremely serious look that makes people feel very funny.

It's like if you go to a fortune teller and ask about the future, and he mysteriously tells you that your final outcome is death.

Everyone will die, not only will he end up dead, but all people in this world will end up in the same way, all of them will die.

Wang Jiulang was amused by her appearance, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "I know, everyone will die, I am older than you, and women generally live longer than men, I will die in front of you, that is a normal thing." ”

"Jiulang, I'm serious." Gu Chongyang said with a straight face: "Everyone will die, but death and death will be different." ”

Wang Jiulang raised his eyebrows, faintly understanding: "I didn't have a good death?" ”

"Yes." Gu Chongyang nodded: "You didn't have an end of life, you died when you were only in your thirties." ”

"Oh!" Wang Jiulang touched his forehead, and his tone was very lonely: "It's similar to what the Qinglong Dao Leader predicted." ”

He had this disease and could not live past the age of forty.

He didn't speak, his heart was cold. If his illness is not cured, who will take care of the little girl in the future.

Wang Jiulang couldn't help but touch her head: "Chongyang, you must cure my illness, I still want to live a few more years." ”

"Jiulang, don't interrupt!" Gu Chongyang was displeased, waved his arm away, and continued: "I don't know what happened to your illness in the end, I only know that you didn't die on the sickbed. After King Rong's rebellion was successful, he beheaded the Duke of Wenguo. In order to take revenge, you led the Tatar iron cavalry southward, forced King Rong to death, and ruled the river with the Tatars. The new emperor is the fourth prince who is only a few years old now. The new emperor is young, you are the prime minister of the government, and you are the regent. A month after the new emperor got married at the age of fifteen, some courtiers impeached you, saying that you wanted to learn from Cao Cao and blackmail the Son of Heaven to order the princes. You didn't say a word, so you resigned from all your duties, and the next day you went to Tantuo Temple to shave your ordination, and your Dharma name was Chuyan. ”

"The new emperor personally came to Tantuo Temple, please return to the court, you repeatedly refused, the emperor ordered the Tantuo Temple to be renamed the young master's quiet room, allowing you to concentrate on practicing Buddhism there. But I didn't expect that three months later, Tatar went south, there was a flood in the south of the Yangtze River, and the emperor personally went to Tantuo Temple to ask about the government, although you are in Tantuo Temple, you have the same rights as the regent, and the emperor obeys you. ”

"A year later, you feel that the fate of the dust has been discussed, so you choose to sit down, and you also leave the relics. The ashram where you lived was converted into a Jiafu Pagoda dedicated to your relics. ”

Gu Chongyang's delicate voice became deeper and deeper the more he spoke, with a sadness that could not be expressed in words: "Jiulang, this is your end." ”

Wang Jiulang's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of sharpness: "What is the reason why King Rong beheaded the Wenguo Mansion all over the house?" ”

"Jiurou, after all, you still don't believe me, do you?" Gu Chongyang smiled bitterly: "How important is the status of the Shifentang royal family, the throne of King Rong was not justified in the first place, and he could only carefully win over the nobles of the scholar clan and the royal family, only in this way can he win the hearts of the people and stabilize his position." He is so atrocious and rebellious, dealing with the Wang family is tantamount to digging his own grave, it is simply impossible. ”

"But things in this world are like this, and what you think is impossible is often the truth. For example, if my mother died, if it weren't for my personal experience, I would probably not believe that the fourth master was also one of the murderers. ”

Wang Jiulang was dumbfounded, yes, things in this world are like this, the more impossible it is, the closer it is to the truth.

The Wang family of Shifentang has a great reputation, there are no mediocre men, and there is no daughter who remarries, if he hadn't heard his father's conversation with her before he died, how could he know that his mother, the only daughter of the Wang family, not only stole from others. love, but also to reconcile with her husband, and make her husband angry to death.

Thinking that his father was still begging her not to leave him before he died, Wang Jiulang's heart was full of blood and blood, and there was only a heartache.

The love of men and women is so important, so important that she does not hesitate to abandon the love of husband and wife, the righteousness of mother and son, and human morality.

If it weren't for her father who used his life to protect the face of the Wang family, she would have left with that person a long time ago, and the face of the Wang family would have been wiped out.

He was eight years old when his father died!

Wang Jiulang pursed his lips and turned around, waiting for his mood to calm down before turning around and saying, "Chongyang, I believe what you just said." I will pay attention to King Rong's rebellion, don't be afraid, I will be fine in this life. ”

"Then you have to be cured." Gu Chongyang finally said his purpose: "We have agreed not to interfere with each other's secrets. Since I told me my secret, it's only fair that you should tell me the reason for your illness. ”

In order to treat him, the little girl did not hesitate to tell the biggest secret in her heart.

Wang Jiulang's heart was very warm: "Actually, you don't have to tell me the secret, since I agreed to let you treat me, I will definitely tell you the reason for my illness." ”

"When I was eight years old, my father suddenly had a serious illness......

The weather was very cold that year, and he was still young, so for fear of being too sick for him, Mrs. Baozhen and Wen Lie did not allow Wang Jiulang to go to his father's sickbed.

Mrs. Baozhen dislikes Wen Lie as a martial artist, she doesn't know how to be a martial artist, she can't accompany her to recite poems, and she doesn't like this husband in her heart.

But the Wang family needs an heir, she can't choose a husband happily like other little girls, happily marry in a sedan chair, as the only daughter of the Wang family, she can only recruit a son-in-law.

Unlike a woman who marries, as a man, once he enters the family, he will not be able to raise his head for eternity, and he cannot even participate in the imperial examination, he cannot enter the court as an official, and the children born cannot follow his surname, and he cannot even support his parents, and even humiliate his parents.

The Wenguo Mansion is noble, the real appearance is as beautiful as a flower, and there are many people who are willing to join the family, but there are not many good children, until the appearance of Wen Lie, who is dignified and upright and has a deep affection for the truth, that the old Wenguo Gong really let go of his heart.

Mrs. Baozhen likes men who are polite and elegant, and she doesn't like people like Wen Lie, who are tall, big-skinned, black-faced, and resolute, although Wen Lie's appearance is also very good, but Mrs. Baozhen just doesn't like him, and she doesn't like him in her heart.

Since she became pregnant, Mrs. Baozhen has never let Wen Lie touch her.

When Wang Jiulang was three years old, the old Wenguo Gong passed away, and Mrs. Baozhen lived in a separate courtyard with Wen Lie, putting all her thoughts on Ruizhu Academy, and it was common not to meet Wen Lie for several days.

Wang Jiulang was raised by his father, and he was not very close to his mother since he was a child.

Therefore, Wen Lie was seriously ill, and he couldn't see his father for several days, so he naturally missed it very much.

He broke up and ran to Wen Lie's courtyard to visit his father, but he heard his father and mother arguing.

It was also at that time that he learned that Mrs. Baozhen had someone outside.

His father lay on the bed with a scorched face and pleaded, and his mother's beautiful face but cold eyes and merciless tone, and the strong contrast pierced his heart deeply.

She stood on the edge of the bed, as if looking at an unrelated stranger: "You think that you will be able to keep me in this way, but it is just a dream." The Wang family gave birth to me, and I also gave birth to Jiulang to the Wang family, and I will make my own decisions in the future. ”

Wen Lie smiled bitterly, and there was still a hint of expectation in his eyes: "What if I die?" You can't bear to leave Jiurou alone? ”

"Why are you pushing me like this!" Mrs. Baozhen was impetuous, like a trapped beast: "Jiulang is now eight years old, if you die, I will wait a few more years, and when Jiulang is fifteen years old and marry, then I will also leave." ”

Wen Lie let go of the hand that was grabbing the hem of her clothes, and his heart was like ashes: "When my father-in-law promised you to me, I promised him to take good care of you and take care of the Wang family, but now, I'm afraid I can't live with my father-in-law." I can't keep you, maybe one more day is a day. Hold on, if there is an afterlife, I would rather never meet you. ”

Her husband has always doted on her in a thousand ways, but it was the first time she said such a frustrating word, and she felt uncomfortable in her heart, and said angrily: "You just continue to pretend!" Even if you die, I'll still go! ”

As soon as her words came out, the door was suddenly pushed open, and little Jiulang rushed in with an angry face, he clenched his fists tightly, and landed on Mrs. Baozhen's waist and abdomen regardless of the weight, and cried while beating: "You get out, you get out, you get out!" You get out now! I don't have a mother like you, you're not my mother......"

I don't know if it was pain or something else, Mrs. Baozhen also burst into tears, she hugged Wang Jiulang tightly: "Jiulang, you listen to me, you listen to me......"

Where is Wang Jiulang willing to listen, the fist still doesn't stop.

"Jiurou stop!" Wen Lie called out to Jiulang and gasped for air.

Wang Jiulang's face was full of tears, his red eyes stared at his father angrily, and he asked loudly: "It's all this time, you are still used to her like this!" I hate you guys! ”

He hated his mother's ruthlessness and his father's weakness.

Pushing away Mrs. Zhen's hand, Wang Jiulang ran out crying.

It was snowing heavily, and he ran with one foot high and one foot low, and accidentally fell into Taiyi Lake. By the time he came up from prison, he was breathing. The doctors tried their best to save him, and he finally came back alive, but when he heard the news of his father's death, he had a high fever for seven days, and after the fever subsided, he was left with a headache.

Wang Jiulang's voice was very steady, always soft, faint, as if an outsider was talking about something unrelated to him.

can listen to Gu Chongyang's ears, but he can really feel his pain, his suffering. The pain of losing the most important person, the pain of being betrayed by a loved one, can only be understood by those who have experienced it firsthand.

She was devastated when she learned that the fourth master was involved in her mother's death, and Jiurou was only an eight-year-old boy at the time, and suddenly learned of his mother's betrayal and suddenly lost his father, the pain can be imagined.

Tears welled up, and Gu Chongyang felt that his eyes were hot and his throat was blocked.

For so many years, how did Jiu Lang survive, how much hardship he endured, how many hardships he went through, and how many hardships he went through to become the light and breezy appearance he is now!

"Don't cry!" Wang Jiulang handed her a handkerchief and comforted her softly: "Those are all in the past, aren't I standing in front of you now?" ”

"But I can't help it!" The softer his voice was, the more uncomfortable Gu Chongyang felt in his heart, and the more fierce the tears flowed, she was sad for him and wronged for him.

A good person like Kuro, he deserves the best. Those hardships, why should he go through them, why should he be tortured so much. The loss of his father was heartbreaking enough, and it left him with such a strict illness, every time he got sick, it made him feel painful, tortured his body, tortured his heart, and made him never forget how his father died, and he couldn't forget the absurdity and ruthlessness of his mother.

Jiulang, it's even more bitter and painful than her!

That's his past, he's not crying, what is she crying!

Her face was full of tears, and her choked cry made his stiff heart feel sour.

The little girl cried very without an image, and her body was still twitching, looking like she should cry as a matter of course.

Seeing her standing there with a handkerchief and wiping her tears, Wang Jiulang felt like her heart had fallen into a bottomless pit, empty and empty.

It turned out that he would not only be distracted by her flowery smile, but also lose his temper by her tears.

Wang Jiulang smiled bitterly, sighed, stretched out his long arms, and took her into his arms.