The deaths of Master Du and Mrs. Du hit Wanjun too hard, and he was like a different person. Depressed and silent all day.

There are no more sunny days in his world, and cloudy days haunt him.

He was to blame for all this, he thought about it carefully, and he had died wrong from the beginning. He thought that if he was reborn, he would be able to do whatever he wanted, and he would be able to ignore life and death, and ignore the principles of heaven and nature. He was wrong, no one can escape reincarnation.

It was cold in the room, and winter didn't seem to ask them if they were cold or not, and people came before they had time to put on thick clothes.

What is even colder for you this winter is Wanjun's heart. He curled up in the corner, motionless, his eyes glazed over. If he were given another choice, he would definitely not have any more revenge plans.

Hades' book of life and death already has his name on it, and that place is never vacant, so someone has to die for him. But Wanjun never thought like this, he figured out that he was wrong, but he didn't think that this was destined for a long time.

Maybe his parents died at some point after his death, or maybe he lived too long and no one around him knew he was him. But no matter what, Master Du and Mrs. Du will inevitably die at that moment.

Heavenly reincarnation, Du Wanjun was reborn, but he couldn't save his parents. What else does his rebirth mean to him? Is revenge so important to him?

Yes, revenge is important, especially to destroy those who used to bully him. Only then did he understand that living in the shadow of others will always be just an ant, and he will always be looked down upon and manipulated by others.

The wind outside the window was very strong, like an old man who had gone through vicissitudes, singing a bleak song in the face of a world that was more vicissitudes than him.

This song can only be heard by people like Wanjun, others can only listen to its coldness, but he can listen to its heart.

Wanjun never cried out loud from beginning to end, which was scary.

He wasn't ready to send his parents away, it was too hard for him, so hard that he didn't even have the heart to blink. He just wanted to curl up quietly in a corner and wait for a sunny day.

Yique learned the news later than Wanjun, and when he arrived at the cell, the bodies of Master Du and Mrs. Du had been removed. Before he could think about it, he ran towards the Jade Washing Building.

He saw the little eunuch in the Jade Washing Palace sweeping the fallen leaves, so he ran over and grabbed her shoulder and shouted, "Male concubine, where is the male concubine?" ”

The little eunuch was so frightened by Yique's actions that the broom in his hand fell to the ground at once, and he looked at Yique with trembling hands.

"Man, male concubine, he, in, inside!"

As soon as the little eunuch finished speaking, Yique pushed him away and ran towards Wanjun's bedroom.

"Young master, I'm here, I'm here!"

Yique was very anxious, he was afraid that if the young master had another three long and two short, then Du Mansion would really be finished.

"Young master, you can't have anything, you can't have anything, you can't have anything......"

Yique pushed open the door and rushed in, but the room was dim and dark, but Wanjun could not be seen.

"Young Master, where are you, Young Master?"

A magpie shouted as he searched in the room.

When he searched for a long time, he found that there was no Wanjun in the room.

"If he's not at home, where will he go?"

He was just about to turn around to go out when suddenly there was a sobbing sound in the green onions.

A magpie crept in and walked towards the place where the sound came. When I got closer, I realized that it was Wanjun huddled in the corner.

"Young Master!"

Yique exclaimed in surprise.

He saw Wanjun's face solemn, and he curled up in the corner silently, as if he had lost his soul.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Yique squatted down and held Wanjun's arm, but found that he was like dead, and he couldn't help him. He simply pulled Wanjun up and put him on the stool as he sat down.

"Young Master, are you—are you alright?"

Yique felt that Wanjun's expression was not quite right, he should have known that the lord and the lady had ......

"Young Master, I was going to tell you now, now that you already know, I ......"

Yique burst into tears as he spoke, it can be said that Du Mansion is half a family, and the lord and wife treat him like their own children. He was also very sad and sad about their deaths.

"Young master, the festival is changing!"

Yique walked over and grabbed Wanjun's hand and comforted.

"Young master, the master and the lady walked very peacefully, without a little pain!"

Yique wiped away his tears and said.

But no matter what he said, Wanjun just stared blankly and didn't say a word. Except for the tears that kept oozing out of his eyes, it seemed that only sadness remained.

"Young master, you say something, I'm worried about you, do you hear?"

Yique saw Wanjun become like this, he couldn't control his emotions anymore, and crawled on the table and cried.

"Young Master, I know you're sad, but the Lord and Madam don't want to see you like this in the Heavenly Spirit. Don't be too upset and blame yourself, you did your best, they won't blame you! ”

I don't know if Wanjun heard it, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

"Young master, please, please say a word, please say a word!"

Yique begged Wanjun bitterly, but Wanjun had no strength to say another word. He's broken, utterly gone. Living in this purgatory-like world, he struggled, but even if he struggled, the mire of suffering was swallowing him little by little.

His mind was blank, and he couldn't see or hear anything except a little space left for his life. If one day, he accomplishes his mission, perhaps he will sink into the bottomless, dark and opaque quagmire.

......

When the prince learned the news, he went to Kunning Palace. He had to tell the queen the news and see what she thought.

"Niangniang, Master Du and Mrs. Du are all hanging themselves in their cells."

After the prince finished speaking, he squinted at the queen.

"Amitabha!"

The queen stood up, looked at the princess and said, "Don't say these words in front of the Bodhisattva in the future, how unlucky!" ”

The queen didn't even have the last mercy, she was unlucky. Also, why let the queen pity Du Wanjun.

"Queen, the little ones should be damned, the little ones shouldn't say such things here!"

Wang Gonggong said reproachfully.

"Okay, okay, you don't have to blame yourself too much."

The queen stretched out her arm, and the princess hurried over to hold her hand.

"Princess, what is Du Wanjun's reaction now?"

As they spoke, they walked out, and the cold outside still gave them a shiver.

"Du Wanjun is so sad that she can't even speak now!"

Wang Gonggong said.

"This is what he brought on himself, and it is his retribution. From the day he entered the palace, he should have thought that he would be today. Family ruins and deaths are often staged in the palace, but I am not surprised at all that it happened to Du Wanjun. ”

The queen said calmly.

"Yes, if Du Wanjun had stopped earlier, she would not have ended up like this. However, judging from the following, after he recovers from his injury, he will definitely fight back. ”

Wang Gonggong said.

"Then there's a good show to watch, who do you say is the final winner between Gonggong Wei and Du Wanjun?"

The queen seems to be calm, but her heart has long been happy. She had been waiting for this day for a long time, and if it weren't for Du Wanjun's hard life, he would have died a long time ago. But now it's his parents who are dead, which is not bad, at least it gave him a hard blow.

"Princess, I, I can't see the fight and killing, if this Du Wanjun escapes with his life, it is the best, if he can't escape, my Buddha is merciful, and he will also be crossed!"

After the queen finished speaking, she took her hand from the princess's arm, put her hands together, closed her eyes, and said reverently: "Amitabha! ”

"Niangniang, what do you mean?"

Although the prince understood the queen's words, he felt that this was a threatening mission, and the slightest carelessness would break his bones.

"That's what the Bodhisattva means!"

After the queen had finished speaking, she turned and went back.

"What does a bodhisattva mean? Isn't that what the mother meant! ”

The prince looked up and saw that no one had noticed him, so he hurriedly left from Kunning Palace.

After he went back, he was thinking, now that the queen wants the male concubine to die, is he going to take the risk to help her do this? Judging from the queen's current situation, she is not where Wanjun is.

Although she burns incense and worships the Buddha every day, danger is always there. And the main thing is that the emperor doesn't like her, and she has no heirs. Even if Du Wanjun died, she would be as neglected as she is now.

There is also Father-in-law Wei, even if Du Wanjun is dead, the emperor favors her, but there is still Father-in-law Wei. Her current situation is not optimistic, she can only be regarded as a little stronger than Wanjun. But soon, the next Du family will fall on the queen's head.

In this way, he can't hang himself from the queen's tree, and he must also find a new master. And the best candidate for this new master is the male concubine.

"Queen, queen, since you want me to kill Du Wanjun for you, then I will accompany you to act!"

The prince was caught off guard by the sudden cold wind, and while rubbing his hands, he complained, "Why is it so cold? ”

Yique returned to the house, his heart was empty, although he had also cried, but he still felt that something was wrong.

He scalded a pot of wine and sat alone by the brazier, but his heart was still cold.

He poured a glass of wine and drank it in one gulp, his mouth was hot, but he couldn't suppress the spiciness.

"Xiyan, where have you been? Do you know I miss you so much? But why are you gone again? Why do you like to say goodbye so much? ”

Tears flowed down his eyes as he thought about it, and when a glass of wine was served, he felt the horror of loneliness all the more.

"Xiyan, I know you are Lian Chengyu, but why don't you want to admit it?"

After a few glasses of wine, he was dizzy. Suddenly, he saw a person walking in front of him, his lips opened slightly, slightly raised, and his eyes were peachy, like a fairy in a flower, like a person in a dream.

"Xiyan, no, Lian Chengyu, is that you?"

Yique stared at the person in front of him and refused to let go, he reached out to grab him, but he didn't catch it.

"Yu, you're finally back, where have you been these days? I can't live without you, I can't live without you! ”

He cried again as he spoke, and the beauty in front of him began to become confused, until he woke up the next day and found himself lying on the bed.