Chapter 187: A Thousand Miles of Lonely Souls

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The news came from the Zhang family, saying that it was to let Jinyu go, Jinyu didn't know why, but she felt empty in her heart, feeling that she was about to lose something important, she hurriedly got into the carriage and came to Zhang's house, but found that there was a dazzling white on the tall lintel of Zhang's house.

Zhang Weiwen was wearing a white mourning dress, and so was Xu, the two stood in the cold wind, looking at Jinyu, silent.

"Why is that?" Jinyu asked with some trembling.

"On the battlefield, your brother's body was found."

"Where?" Zhu Xiu hugged Jinyu, who was about to faint, Xu couldn't bear it, she supported Zhang Weiwen, who was getting thinner and thinner, and said softly: "It's cold here, let's talk inside." ”

"General He found your brother's body on a battlefield, and the body is being transported to the capital at this time."

"How so?" Jinyu said in despair, she couldn't believe that her shocking brother could die in such a humiliating way.

"I always felt that this was a dream, this was impossible, I also wanted to see that the face of that corpse was not my son's, but Jinyu, He Su has seen your brother, he will not admit his mistake." Zhang Weiwen seems to have aged a lot overnight, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes are scrambling to appear.

Jinyu felt a feeling of lightheadedness.

"Princess!" Zhuxiu looked at Jinyu who had passed out in horror, and Jinyu only felt a great pressure surging towards her like a tide.

Yu'er.

Jinyu woke up slowly, Zhao Ke clenched Jinyu's hands, and said softly: "Yu'er." I don't know why, after seeing Zhao Ke, all the grievances and sadness in Jinyu's heart poured out like a flood.

"Zhao Ke, my brother is dead. Died like my mother. ”

Zhao Ke hugged Jinyu's cold body tightly, and he said softly: "The doctor said that your body is very weak and the fetal position is unstable, if you have nothing to do." What should I do? Zhao Ke's warm breath fell on Jinyu's frightened face.

"It's fine." Jinyu fell asleep peacefully in Zhao Ke's comfort.

Qingque stood aside, wanting to speak and stopping.

"What's the matter?"

"Lord Wang, do you want to marry the side room?" Zhao Ke was silent.

"The princess cares about you very much, women always have some extravagant hopes for their husbands, and the identity of the prince is destined to come. But why can't you extend the period of this extravagant hope a little, at least let the princess give birth to the child? ”

At this time, Zhao Ke looked at Jinyu's haggard sleeping face, and said softly to Qingque, as if he was talking to Jinyu.

"I can't. This is a helpless thing, Qingque, you should know the reason better than anyone else, I was reluctant to marry her at the beginning, it was because of this reason, it was just a mistake, and the result that I am now can only be said to be providential. ”

"Maybe one day the princess knows the truth and may leave you, are you willing to do it?"

"What if you don't want to?"

Jinyu looked at the long coffin in plain clothes. Even Zhang Jinsu also appeared at Zhang's house, she walked towards Jinyu and said softly: "I have already prepared, but at this time Jinyu, you have the mind to help me." ”

Jinyu, who was dressed in white, had a different color in her eyes, and she said softly: "Naturally, I will help you, although there is a lot of hatred between us, but at this time, Zhang Jinsu." The only person who can help you is me. ”

The old lady was supported by people, on the cold street in winter, holding this heavy coffin, which contained the last young talent of the Zhang family. People say that Zhang Shaoxuan's death, the Zhang family will no longer have the possibility of turning over, so in this funeral

The saddest one who cried was indeed the old lady.

The one in front of him is Zhang Shao's group, who returned from school, but the Zhang family understands that this child is not an official. The mind is simple and upright, and the Zhang family really has no successor.

I saw Zhang Shaoxuan read sadly: "Woohoo! Is it evil? Its dreams? Is it not true and evil? Xinye, my brother's virtue and his heir? Thou art pure and clear, and thou art unblind? The few and the strong die young, and the old and the declining survive? Not for the letter also. Dreams are also true? The Book of Dongye, the newspaper of Geng Lan, what is it on my side? Alack! And so it goes! My brother's virtue and his heir! Thou shalt be pure and bright, and those who are suitable for his family will not be overwhelmed! The so-called heaven is unfathomable, and the god is incomprehensible! The so-called rational person cannot be pushed, and the long-lived person cannot be known! Although, since this year, the firmament has either turned into white, wavering or falling off, the hair and blood are declining, the ambition is getting weaker and weaker, and the geometry does not die from you! Dead and knowing, its geometry is far away? Its ignorance will not be sad for a long time, and those who are not sad will be indefinite! ”

The Zhang family is a hundred years old, and the sacrificial text made by everyone is naturally brilliant, with white flags fluttering all over the sky, and the sad sacrificial text is praised loudly.

Gangneung cruise.

Two men played against each other in the boat, an older man dressed in gray with no hair tied up, and a black and green silk draped over his back, adding a touch of elegance, and the other young man dressed in black with a grim expression.

"Jing Xuan, you are really ruthless."

"Sir, why not."

"I'm the one who plays chess, so naturally I can't bear anything." The gray-clothed elder said softly, at this time, the river in the river was continuous, the clouds were light and sparse, and there was a few cold breezes.

"People who play chess naturally have the consciousness to be a chess piece." Said the young man.

"That's your answer." The elder holds the sunspot and puts it in front of the white.

"Yes."

"That's good, we have to give up everything in order to have the opportunity to have interesting hopes, this hope can make me give up everything, love, family affection, all the precious ones."

"The Huai'an Army is just a foreshadowing, what really needs to be vigilant by the Great Zhou is the wolves in the northwest, and these wolves are being controlled by Yuliang, as long as you give an order, all the qiē will start, and all the qi will end." The elder got up and walked to the front of the boat, looking at the unruly river, and for a while he had a lot of thoughts.

"Since it has begun, it will not end, and I will naturally not give up if I choose this path, just like Zhang Yuliang, although I don't know why he agreed to this condition for me, but I know that he is like me, no matter what he does, he will not regret it."

"You are really similar, the same genius of the heavens, and the same for the world." At this time, the man in black suddenly laughed, and his voice was clear and pleasant.

"That's true."

"Now, I'm afraid that those people in the capital will be one of you, and you are still a lonely cold, but I didn't expect you to be here and talk to me on this boat."

"Mr. is not also a fake death at this time, but with Mr. Yan Lu's talent, he will definitely know that Mr. is not really dead, naturally no one will worry about you, and you don't have to say these words here to cause sadness."

"Jing Xuan's words are really sharp."

The man named Jing Xuan turned around, and his overly handsome face looked like the face of the dead man in the coffin in the imperial capital thousands of miles away, if Jinyu was here, he would definitely say.

Zhang Shaoxuan, you are not dead.

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