Mo Xiu looked up and looked over expressionlessly, the torches next to him were beating, and the effect of the shadows was even more terrifying, and the jailer couldn't help but take a step back.

I felt that my behavior just now was a little embarrassing, so I looked left and right, and looked at Mo Xiu fiercely: "What kind of ......?"

The rest of the words gradually faded under Mo Xiu's gaze, and after seeing that there was nothing else, he went back to the place where he had just sit.

Mo Xiu lowered his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to touch his chest, but he had no strength.

At that moment just now, there was a sharp pain in his chest, as if he was about to lose something important, and he thought of many people.

Wife, son, daughter, but I can't be sure which one it is.

After a while, Mo Xiu returned to the corner and continued to nest there, as if he had been immobilized.

Side by side in the palace, Yan Wushuang looked at the maid in front of him and stood up in shock: "What did you say?"

"Your Royal Highness, what the slave said is true, Mrs. Mo's body has plummeted, it has been a while, and I invited the monks in the temple who know how to heal, just said that I would take care of it, just now Mrs. Mo asked the slave and maid to invite you over, saying that there is something I want to say to you."

This maid was sent by the palace, but it was Yan Wushuang who obeyed directly, no, as soon as something happened, she immediately came out to find Yan Wushuang.

Yan Wushuang thought of Mrs. Mo who was standing under the tree and told herself about the events of the year, and her expression was a little confused.

"Come on, prepare a carriage, and go to Qinglong Temple. Ah Yan, you take care of the two children in the house, if the children cry a lot, go to Ah Jing, or go and invite your husband back. For a while, I don't know when I'll be able to come back, and I'll have someone send a letter to the house when the time comes. ”

Ah Yan hurriedly responded, took the cloak and came over to see Yan Wushuang leave.

On the way to Qinglong Temple, Yan Wushuang's heart was always up and down, uneasy, she felt average about Mrs. Mo, but after all, she was also a poor person who was trapped because of her feelings, and this was the case with Concubine Ying back then.

"Little Wu, do you know where Mo Han is now?"

"Madam, after Mo Han was copied from the Mo family, he was sent out by the Ji family, and now I don't know where it is, but it should be okay."

That is, he will not be able to return to the capital for the rest of his life, rootless duckweed, wandering.

Seeing what Mrs. meant, Xiao Wu hurriedly said: "Mo Mingzhu, the eldest lady of the Mo family, was married by the Xu family in Ancheng, and I heard that she is also doing well, as for that Miss Mo San, she was not Mrs. Mo's own child, and she went to the rivers and lakes, so there is no news."

Just thinking about it, Yan Wushuang felt a little cold, when he was dying, his husband and children were not around, his family was ruined, even if his heart was free and easy, it was just a moment of peace.

The blue tendons on his forehead jumped suddenly, showing Yan Wushuang's irritability at this time, but it was to no avail, Ji Yue wanted to see herself, and I was afraid that there was no one who could tell her.

When I arrived at Qinglong Temple, I hurried to the small courtyard, and a few grandmothers at the door leaned over and saluted, looking guilty: "I have seen Your Highness, Your Highness is blessed with Jin'an."

"Get up, and I'm not to blame you for this." After saying a few words, Yan Wushuang pushed the door and entered.

The room is extremely elegant, it is like a wing room, and it is desolate to the eye, but the luxurious woman is like this now, the huge gap is a little speechless, and the blue bed curtain covers the woman's figure.

Yan Wu walked forward a few steps in both directions, and saw Ji Yue, her hair was a little gray, skinny, and her former beauty could still be seen vaguely, but the color of her black eyes was very dull.

The oil runs out and the lamp is dry, and that's it.

"Your Highness has come down ......" In just four words, Ji Yue seemed to use all her strength, coughed lightly, and recovered a little.

Yan Wushuang hurriedly supported Ji Yue so that she could lie down well, and then she was relieved: "Mrs. Mo, I'm here, if you have anything to say, just say it."

When a dying person is deceived, even if he has done something wrong, at this time, he deserves to be forgiven.

"I ...... I am the daughter of the Ji family, married to Mo Xiu, I regret it, can I give that stack of Buddhist scriptures to my parents, just say that there is no chance to repay the grace of childbirth in this life, I only hope that in the next life, I can have this opportunity. ”

Yan Wushuang then looked over, the stack of Buddhist scriptures was handwritten, very serious, this is with heart. Compared with the pale face just now, Ji Yue's complexion at this time was already much better.

It seems that it was the same time we met here before, the woman with an indifferent face and a calm face.

"Other things, there are no more, it doesn't matter, after I leave, I will burn it, the ashes will be scattered in the wind, even if there is no reincarnation, it doesn't matter, in this short life, I always have to live for myself once."

Yan Wushuang had the heart to persuade two sentences, wanted to say something, but finally gave up, listening to her speak, it was already comforting.

"I'm sorry for the past. I have never known so much that from the moment I met him, I had lost myself, and if I had to do it all over again, I would never meet him again......"

The last word gradually disappeared into the air, and Yan Wushuang watched the woman gradually close her eyes, and her breathing had disappeared.

After sitting in the room for a while, he got up and went out.

Seeing the maid waiting outside, Yan Wu had some tears in her eyes: "She...... Go, clean up this place, let people put a grave in the back, just leave the grave empty, and as for the corpse, burn it and scatter it on the mountain. ”

A small box, all the things of Ji Yue were packed, there was no rouge gouache, only two clothes, and then there was a stack of Buddhist scriptures, there was a letter in it, looking at the crumpled marks on the envelope, it was estimated that the writing process was not very smooth.

On the second day, Yan Wushuang asked people to take the box and leave the Qinglong Temple, and since the morning, there has been a light rain in the air, and the rain has soaked the ground thinly.

After entering the gate of the capital, Yan Wushuang instructed the people around him: "Go to the Imperial History Mansion."

The Ji family is a royal history, and it is very noble. The current head of the Ji family is Ji Yue's brother, and his parents are still enjoying their old age in the Ji family.

When he arrived at the door, the housekeeper saw the sign, so he hurried over and ordered someone to inform the master.

Xiao Wu held a bamboo umbrella and helped Yan Wushuang down, and after landing, the head of the Ji family and the housemother also came out.

"I don't know if His Highness has arrived, and I have missed the welcome."

The eldest princess of Rong'an and the Ji family had a few fates before, but this time she suddenly came to the door and couldn't guess what it was for.

After entering the gate, I was relieved to make sure that no one was watching outside.

"I won't go into the palace, this is Miss Ji's relic, for the old lady at home, she went yesterday and set up a tomb on the top of the mountain behind Qinglong Temple, which can be regarded as a memorial."

Seeing the shocked eyes of the Ji family and his wife, Yan Wushuang suddenly felt that his eyes were a little moist.

"She said that she is sorry for the Ji family in this life, and hopes that her parents will forgive her, since she met Mo Xiu, she has not been her."

These words are naturally sandwiched with some words of understanding, after all, if the original words are said, it will be too hurtful.

Yan Wushuang bowed slightly, turned around and left with the maid, as for the rest, there is no possibility of pursuing it, the past is in the past after all.

The Ji family hung a white cloth, and the old lady of the Ji family was seriously ill and asked for a doctor, and soon after Yan Wushuang returned to the palace side by side, she heard about it.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and I was very tired, but Yan Wushuang just didn't have the idea of sleeping, she didn't want to sleep, I don't know why.

"Madame, don't you want to rest for a while, if you hold on like this, your body won't be able to hold on, and then the young master and young master of the general will be worried."

It was Ah Yan who spoke, the general came back last night to coax the two children who were crying, and after listening to Yan Wushuang's words of advice, he nodded and didn't say anything.

However, Ah Yan found that the candle in the general's study was lit overnight, and the next day, he went out early in the morning.

Even Young Master Ah Jing was quieter than ever yesterday.

As soon as Yan Wushuang heard these people, his heart instantly softened, and he held his forehead and was very tired: "I'll sleep for a while, and when my husband comes back, remember to call me."

"Yes, yes, the slave will remember." The maid served Yan Wushuang and fell asleep, put down the bed curtain, and then walked out lightly, and the tranquility fragrance floated quietly, leaving a quiet room.

When Zhan Ge came back, the sun was shining brightly on it just now.

Today is considered an early departure, but Zhan Ge has not been interested all day, and his expressionless face is much more terrifying than usual, so the saint didn't say anything, let him do whatever he wanted, and he couldn't be more obedient.

When he returned to the house, the housekeeper at the door replied, "Madame has returned, and now she is asleep."

"Okay, you guys are busy." Zhan Ge was at the door of the dormitory, and listened to all what the maid said, what Ji Yue died, and Mo Xiu's rights and wrongs back then, had no impact on Zhan Ge.

But if Yan Wushuang is involved, this is not the case.

In the room, Zhan Ge sat on the edge of the bed, in the dim light shining through the bed curtain, looking at Yan Wushuang's sleeping face, he seemed to be a little unstable, and there was a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows.

Zhan Ge stretched out his hand and rubbed it gently, and when he saw Yan Wushuang's face, he was relieved.

Just about to retract his hand, his hand was held by the jade hand that suddenly rose up, and when he looked closely, Yan Wushuang slept honestly, just holding his hand.

That's really ...... The smile at the corner of the mouth is like ripples blown by the wind, fine and dense, which makes people's hearts tickle.

After watching it for a while, Xu was smoked by the soothing incense, and Zhan Ge was also a little sleepy, but he didn't wash or change his clothes, so it was not good to fall asleep like this.

In the end, he fell asleep on the edge of the bed.

His hands were still held by Yan Wushuang, and he was lying on his stomach like that, although his posture was a little uncomfortable, but he was accompanied by his wife, and it was happiness to fall asleep like this.

Outside the dormitory, the ink merchant who was waiting listened for a while, and after making sure that there was no sound, he skipped work openly, and his family was both pregnant, but he was busy and couldn't accompany him often, which was really a sin.