Sixth, return to Vietnam

The news of Gou Jian's return to Vietnam spread almost immediately in the Wu Palace, and when Xiangbao heard the news, he was playing with Si Xiang.

"You say...... Gou Jian returned to Vietnam today? With a slight stiff smile, Xiangbao turned around and looked at Ziruo.

"Yes, I heard what the king said at the banquet last night." Ziruo said.

"Mother?" Si Xiang saw that Xiangbao's face was different, and raised his hand and pulled her sleeve.

Xiangbao turned a deaf ear.

Gou Jian, he finally got his wish......

This time, Fucha was poisoned, which was originally a foreshadowing for him to be able to return to Vietnam smoothly. Obviously he planned this way early in the morning, but when she was flustered, he deliberately used her words like that.

What a terrible person.

Without the interest in playing, Xiangbao quieted down.

In the afternoon, Xiangbao closed the door and was alone in the room, and even the window was blown open by the wind, and she didn't get up to close it. It wasn't until she felt someone behind her that she came back to her senses.

"Dr. Fan." She didn't look at it, and laughed.

Fan Li, who was standing behind her, stiffened slightly.

"You're here to say goodbye?" Without turning, she spoke softly.

The person behind her didn't respond, and she turned to look at him, his face looking a little pale.

He looked at her, almost greedily, as if he wanted to remember her as she was, but he never spoke. After a long time, he turned to leave.

"Dr. Fan." She spoke suddenly.

His steps stopped.

"That time in the jungle, was it you who assassinated me?" She asked.

He shuddered and turned around.

"Is that you?" She asked.

"I won't hurt you......" he finally spoke, his eyes full of gloom.

"yes, I know." Xiangbao smiled and nodded, of course she knew that if it was really Wu Feng, that time, she would have died a long time ago, how could she escape so easily.

"Xiangbao ......" Fan Li couldn't help but take a step forward, as if he wanted to touch her, but he finally stopped his hand, "The country of Yue has been restored, it won't take too long, you ...... Will you wait for me? I have repaid the kindness of the king, the ends of the earth, wherever you want to go, I will accompany you......" He said anxiously, like a child anxious to get a promise.

"Madame, ma'am! Open the door, open the door! Outside the door, Ziruo's voice sounded.

Fan Li was still looking at her, waiting for a promise.

"Madame has been alone in there for a long time, open the door quickly......" Ziruo's voice carried a hint of panic.

Xiangbao looked at Fan Li steadily, and he also looked at her, not moving.

Someone is prying at the door.

"Not leaving?" Xiangbao suddenly said, "If they break in and find Dr. Fan in my room, I'm afraid that no matter how good the king's plan is, they won't be able to get out." ”

Fan Li took a step back, looking a little embarrassed.

With a bang, the door was opened, and when Ziruo broke into the room, he saw Xiangbao sitting alone in front of the window, with no joy or sadness on his face.

"Madame, what's wrong with you?"

"My head hurts, and I blow the wind." Xiangbao tilted his head and smiled.

In 490 BC, Gou Jian returned to Vietnam with his wife and retainers.

After Gou Jian returned to Vietnam, he moved the capital from Zhuji to Huiji.

"Move the capital?" Leaning leaning on the soft couch, the husband smiled and stroked the tooth marks on his wrist, "The widow thinks he should be more calm." ”

Sure enough, is it still unforgettable the shame of the siege of Huiji Mountain?

When the coldest season passes, the old trees in the garden pull out new green, and it is spring again.

In a blink of an eye, it has been three years since Gou Jian returned to Vietnam, but Shi Lian is still in Wu, or...... He is a pawn discarded in the state of Wu, or perhaps...... He stayed, which was another game laid by Gou Jian.

Fucha gathered all the craftsmen of Wu Kingdom, and he mysteriously didn't know what he was busy with.

"Sister Ziruo, someone outside the door asked to see Mrs., saying that it was an old man." Xiangbao had just drunk the decoction and lay down, when he heard a girl whispering to Ziruo.

"Madame has just fallen asleep, let him wait." Ziruo glanced at Xiangbao, and when she saw that Xiangbao had her eyes closed, she waved her hand.

Old friend? Who will it be?

Xiangbao closed his eyes and lay down for a while, but he couldn't sleep, so he had to open his eyes and get up: "Ziruo, let him in." ”

"Madame is awake?" Ziruo was slightly surprised, then nodded, and went out to bring the man in.

It's a literary type, he has lost a lot of weight, and there are a lot of gray hairs in his sideburns.

"Brother Fowl?" Xiangbao was a little surprised, a little surprised, and hurriedly pulled Ziruo and said, "Ziruo, he is my brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time, you take them all out, and I will catch up with my brother." ”

Ziruo nodded and retreated with all the servants and maids.

"I'm relieved to see you." Wen Chong said with a smile.

"Of course." Xiangbao smiled and nodded, "There is meat for three meals a day." ”

After saying this, she was stunned for a moment, so familiar. Who had asked her, and who had she ever answered? Those old days...... It seems as far away as the previous life......

Wen Chong laughed, and then as if he remembered something, he raised his hand and took out a coin from his sleeve, which was a coin of Yue Guo.

"For you." He handed the coin to Xiangbao.

"Ah, it's better to be a brother and always remember what I like best." Xiangbao bent his eyes and smiled.

"It was Uncle Young who asked me to bring it to you." Wen Chong looked at Xiangbao and slowly spoke.

Xiangbao's hand stiffened slightly, but he still took it, wiped it with his cuffs, put it in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "Sure enough, money is the cutest." ”

"This time, I sent Shenmu into Wu for the purpose of my husband to build a Gu Sutai, originally the young uncle wanted to come, but the king had another important thing to tell him, and he couldn't leave...... Wen Chong said.

"Gusutai?" Xiangbao blinked, she hadn't seen anyone for so many days, she was busy with this, "What is the husband doing in Jiangu Sutai?" ”

"It is not strange for people who are arrogant and lascivious." Wen Chong said casually, "We just do what they like." ”

"He's not like that." Xiangbao subconsciously frowned and retorted.

Wen Chong was stunned, and then stepped forward: "Are you in love with your husband?" ”

Xiangbao did not deny it.

"Xiangbao, he won't end well, don't ......"

Xiangbao suddenly felt like a numb, and he didn't want to say more, and the joy of seeing the literature for the first time also vanished. Wen Chong also saw something, persuaded a few more words, and left stupidly, only saying that he had to rush back to Yue Guo tonight.

"Madame, it's time to rest." Seeing Wen Chong leaving, Ziruo came in with some snacks and said.

Xiangbao was irritable and couldn't say anything to anyone, so she had to nod and climb onto the couch. I lay groggy for a while, and finally I felt a little sleepy.

At night, Fucha stepped into the Drunken Moon Pavilion as usual, but he didn't see Xiangbao jumping out, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Madame is asleep." Ziruo hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"So early?"

"Well, I took the decoction at noon and fell asleep, and I never got up, and it was useless even for dinner."

The husband raised his eyebrows, what is so serious that it can make his wife not even take care of eating?

"The literary doctor of the Yue country has been here." After thinking about it, Ziruo said again.

The husband understood a little in his heart and nodded.

In a daze, Xiangbao heard someone shouting in his ear: "The Vietnamese army has invaded the city!" The Vietnamese army has invaded the city......"

Xiangbao is stunned, so fast?

With a bang, the door was pushed open, and the husband walked in with a sword, his yellow robe dyed with blood, and his long hair scattered like a demon.

"The King?" Fragrance Treasure Call.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Fucha looked at her coldly, and the sword in his hand flashed with blood: "The Vietnamese army has invaded the city, and the widow has become the king of the country." ”

"The king......" Xiangbao stood up and walked in front of him with a crumbling body, "The king......" she reached out and wanted to hug him.

He avoided her hand and sneered, "The widow has become the king of the dead country, you don't have to be so pretending." ”

"No, I'm not ......" Xiangbao shook his head, eager to explain.

"Husband!" With a loud roar, Fan Li broke into the door with a sword and stabbed at Fucha.

Blood-glittering ......

"Don't!" Xiangbao screamed......

Hearing her shout, the husband hurriedly opened the curtain and rushed into the room, only to see Xiangbao curled up on the couch, his face pale, his eyes closed, and trembling desperately. The husband frowned, it took him a lot of work to get rid of her bad habit of sleeping like to huddle in a ball, and she hadn't had nightmares for three years.

"Madame! Madam! "The husband pushed her.

"Don't, don't ......" Xiangbao struggled desperately, screaming.

"Madame!" The husband hugged her tightly, "Wake up, it's okay, it's just a dream." ”

"Don't ...... Don't die......" Xiangbao shook his head, big tears rolling down the corners of his eyes, "Husband...... Husband ......"

The husband was slightly stunned, and looked down at the woman in his arms, as if she was trapped in a very frightened and sad dream and couldn't get out. What did she dream about?

"Husband, husband...... Don't die......" she cried, hoarse.

This time, the husband heard clearly.

"I'm fine." He pressed to her ear, as if to send a voice to her heart, "Open your eyes, open your eyes and you can see me." ”

The eyelashes soaked in tears fluttered slightly, and Xiangbao opened her eyes, and her tear-washed eyes were even more dazzling than the most beautiful gems. She looked at him steadily, then slowly reached out, her cold fingertips touching his face, as if to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

The husband lowered his head and gently rubbed her nose.

"Wow......" Xiangbao cried coldly.

"Huh? What's wrong with it? The husband was taken aback by her.

Xiangbao kept crying, crying, crying until she couldn't stop hiccups.

The husband was helpless, so he had to be rubbed by her snot and tears.

The sun shone obliquely into the house, and Xiangbao raised her head slightly, looking at her husband's sleeping face. He held her in his arms and wrapped her in his arms. Vaguely, it was as if she had a terrible dream last night, dreaming of ...... He's dead.

One hand gently stroked his eyebrows, and Xiangbao felt that his eyes were a little sour.

"Crying all night, not enough?" With his eyes closed, he suddenly spoke.

Xiangbao was startled. His lips touched hers, soft and warm.

After the husband left, Ziruo came in with the medicine and put it on the table as usual: "Madam, it's time to drink the medicine." ”

Xiangbao sat in front of the bronze mirror and slowly combed her hair, the bowl of hazel medicine still smoking slightly in the morning sun. Of course, Xiangbao knew what kind of medicine it was, but her husband didn't say it, and she never asked, so she drank it, although it was ...... It's bitter.

She is the most afraid of drinking medicine, but she has been drinking this medicine for three years.

In 486 B.C., Wu opened a ditch to connect the Yangtze River and Huaishui, opening up a waterway to the Song and Lu dynasties, and entering the Central Plains.

Because the weather was a little stuffy, Xiangbao woke up very early, and the husband only came in the middle of the night last night and was still asleep. Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Xiangbao slowly combed her hair, Ziruo came in with the medicine, put it on the desk, and went out again.

Xiangbao glanced at the medicine, and his heart was inexplicably empty. The husband didn't know when he got up, stood behind Xiangbao, reached out to take the grate, and combed her hair for her.

"I've been drinking that bowl of medicine for three years." Xiangbao suddenly spoke.

"Hmm." The husband replied casually, his slender hand running through her jet-black hair, and holding it carefully.

"Do you want to drink it today?" Xiangbao said in a low voice, "Later...... Do you want to drink it all the time? ”

The hand paused slightly, and the husband narrowed his eyes and looked at her slightly blurred face in the bronze mirror: "What does Madame want to say?" ”

"That medicine ......"

"What kind of medicine does Madame think it is?" Pulling up his hair, he casually picked a hairpin and inserted it into her bun, and said lightly.

Xiangbao bit her lip, suddenly turned around, and looked into his eyes: "Isn't it contraceptive?" ”

Fucha glanced at her coldly, put down the grate, and turned around and walked out of the Drunken Moon Pavilion. Xiangbao looked at his back in a daze and bit her lip. The medicine was already cold, and it was particularly bitter in the mouth, and when he raised his head and drank it all, Xiangbao brushed the hem of his clothes and walked to the window, looking at the unknown old trees outside, with lush branches and leaves...... Summer seems to have come all of a sudden, and even the air is so hot.

The weather was gloomy, and by noon, it was so stuffy that it was hard to breathe.

"Madame, go back to the house, it is going to rain." Ziruo urged on the side.

Xiangbao nodded, turned his head, but saw Si Xiang on the side of the corridor. He was smiling and raising his hand at her, and the little child had a vaguely handsome silhouette, and he was a beautiful boy.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, as if tearing a hole in the canopy, which had just been gloomy, and instantly returned to darkness. When the lightning flashed, Xiangbao noticed that Si Xiang's back stiffened slightly. "Boom" A thunderbolt sounded violently, and even Xiangbao was startled,

"Ahh Si Xiang suddenly squatted down and held her head and screamed.

Xiangbao was slightly stunned, he was afraid of thunder? Such a child who is not afraid of the sky and the earth is afraid of thunder? Without thinking much about it, she hurriedly stepped forward: "What's wrong, what's wrong?" Reaching out but touching the tears on his face, Xiangbao was slightly startled.

"Mother...... Mother......" Si Xiang suddenly threw herself into her arms, and the momentum was so great that it almost made Xiangbao fall to the ground.

Feeling that he was cold and cold, and he was still trembling, Xiangbao subconsciously hugged him tightly: "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid." Xiangbao patted him on the back.

Si Xiang was still shaking and crying in her arms with her eyes closed, as if she couldn't hear Xiangbao's words at all, and just closed herself in a dark world.

Picking him up with some difficulty, Xiangbao wanted to take him back to the room, but was stopped by Ziruo.

"What's wrong?" Xiangbao was puzzled.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is no longer a child, and Madame is not his own mother after all, so he is a little evasive......"

"I'm." Xiangbao cut her off, "You put on some clothes and go to the doctor, he doesn't look right." Xiangbao said anxiously, and struggled to carry Si Xiang back to the room.

After so many tosses, this body is no longer as good as it was back then, not to mention holding such a big child, Xiangbao is a little powerless. The sky suddenly began to rain, lightning and thunder, Xiangbao finally carried Si Xiang back to the room, and put him on the couch to lie flat.

"Mother...... Mother...... Sixiang can also protect your ...... Mother...... Mother......" Si Xiang's eyes were closed, and her mind was not very clear for a long time, but her hands were dancing in the air, as if she wanted to grab something, but she couldn't grasp anything, "Mother...... No...... Don't kill Si Xiang......" He closed his eyes and shouted loudly, hoarse.

With a slam in his heart, Xiangbao reached out and held his hand: "Si Xiang is not afraid, my mother is very good, my mother is with you." Softened his voice, Xiangbao said softly.

"Mother...... Si Xiang really ...... ...... can protect you" With his eyes closed, his long eyelashes already wet with tears, and his face was full of tear stains, he murmured like a dream.

"Well, Si Xiang can protect me." Following his words, one hand gently stroked his hair, and Xiangbao replied in a low voice.

Holding Xiangbao's hand, Si Xiang slowly calmed down, and his body no longer twitched.

"What's wrong with you?" A voice sounded coldly, very eager.

Xiangbao was slightly startled, and hurriedly turned around, it turned out to be a husband. He was dressed only in a single coat, and his whole body was drenched in rain, and even the hair on his forehead was dripping with water.

"What are you doing? Check it out! The husband raised his voice to the dumbfounded doctor.

The poor doctor stood stunned, looking at Xiangbao for a while, looking at Fucha for a while, and then at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince lying on the couch, and couldn't figure out which was the patient and which was the main one.

Xiangbao looked at Ziruo behind her husband suspiciously, she was also drenched in the rain, and was pointing at the Nuzui on the couch. Xiangbao immediately understood, and hurriedly gave way to the side, so that the husband could see the main man lying on the couch.

Seeing Si Xiang, the husband was slightly stunned, and a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

"The order goes down, and the search for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be withdrawn." Regaining his usual expression, he commanded somewhat indifferently.

The second monk of Xiangbao was confused, Si Xiang just disappeared for a while, and he actually sent out guards to search, is it a bit exaggerated?

"His mother died on the night of a thunderstorm, so every time there is a thunderstorm, he will be in a big mess and look like crazy." Moving his lips, the husband said, took the cloth towel from the maid on the side, wiped the rain on his face, and said lightly.

Xiangbao frowned slightly, but did not make a sound.

The doctor hurriedly stepped forward to check Si Xiang's pulse.

"How?" Seeing Si Xiang's appearance just now, Xiangbao was a little worried.

"The pulse is peaceful, and there is no big problem." The doctor nodded.

The husband didn't say anything more, turned around lightly and was about to leave.

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Xiangbao gritted his teeth and shouted.

The husband paused, turned to look at Xiangbao with raised eyebrows: "Could it be that Mrs. Fei wants to stay in the Drunken Moon Pavilion?" As he spoke, he turned around and approached Xiangbao, step by step, with an extremely dangerous expression.

On the side, Ziruo hurriedly took the doctor and the maid out of the room with her own cleverness, and turned around and closed the door with thoughtful service.

His brows jumped slightly, and Xiangbao felt his strong sense of oppression, and involuntarily took a step back. Her back was cold, her back had been attached to the wall, and there was no way back.

His slender fingers gently lifted her chin: "It's you who want to leave the widow, you have to be responsible." He looked at her with a dark look in his eyes. As he spoke, his slightly cool lips had been pressed down, raging fiercely on her lips, not like a kiss, but like a punishment.

Xiangbao's lips were kissed by him, and she knew that he was angry, but she didn't know what he was angry about, so she just let him kiss him motionlessly until he hung his head and buried his face in her neck.

"That'...... That ......" Xiangbao opened his mouth sneeringly, feeling pain and itching on his lips, where is the kiss, it is clearly a gnaw.

"You don't trust me that much?" In his ear, he said suddenly.

Xiangbao blinked: "Huh? ”

"It's just a tonic." He said sullenly.

"Huh?" Xiangbao was slightly stunned.

"The doctor said you are weak and must be medicated." In his ears, his voice was muffled, and in Xiangbao's ears, there were a few twisted grievances.

For three years, a bowl of medicinal soup every day was boiled out of the most precious medicinal materials, and he took so much effort to let this unconscionable guy treat it as poison......

The big stone that had been in his heart for three years fell to the ground, Xiangbao stayed for a while, his lips curved slightly, the arc became larger and larger, and the hand hanging by his side was raised and hugged him tightly.

The husband snorted, pushed her away, and turned to leave. Xiangbao stepped forward and grinned at his sleeve.

"Let it go." Glancing at her, the husband said coldly.

Xiangbao smiled at him with her face up, not knowing that she was afraid at all.

"Let it go." The voice was a few degrees colder.

"Don't ......" Miss Xiangbao's courage is fat, and she is not afraid.

"Let it go...... Hand! "It's the sound of gnashing of teeth.

"Don't~" Miss Xiangbao pulled his sleeve and shook it, and said with a smile.

Fucha looked at the little woman in front of him who was grinning and had a mouthful of white teeth, and suddenly had a headache, and he spoiled such a lawless guy...... It's self-inflicted.

"Hmph." He snorted, but didn't slap her paw away, which crumpled his cuffs.

"Don't be angry...... soft and glutinous voice was squeamish, and Xiangbao approached him and said flatteringly.

"Hmph."

"Hey...... I'm most afraid of drinking bitter medicine, but I drank everything you gave me, and I admit that it's poison. Pouting, Xiangbao flattened his mouth and said pitifully.

knew that she was pretending to be pitiful, but when he heard her say this, his heart suddenly softened.

"Not angry?" Seeing that his complexion softened, Xiangbao said cautiously.

The husband barely glanced at her.

Xiangbao blushed and pecked at his lips: "Na, aren't you angry?" ”

He suddenly lowered his head, Xiangbao thought he was going to kiss her, and hurriedly closed his eyes. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement, she was about to open her eyes in some confusion, only to hear him whisper in her ear: "Si Xiang is watching ......"

Xiangbao was stunned, covered his face and ran out quickly, only to hear the arrogant laughter of the husband behind him.