The original Shizi's mansion was vacant, and Fu Chongxue finally woke up from his coma. Lying in the house, he heard the news of Jing Zheng's rebellion, and smiled. She seemed to have thought of such an ending a long time ago, called her weak body, moved to the door little by little, stood up and looked at the drizzle outside, and the peaceful days were gone. In the days when he was rescued, his uncle Fu Jinhan didn't know where he had disappeared. Like a headless fly, she suddenly lost her target and stood in circles.

She leaned over the railing, dragging her pale face and humming a tune that lingered in her head. Yingge kicked a quiet and beautiful face, and in the singing, it made others feel sad. People know that this is the concubine who escaped from King Lian's mansion, but they have never heard of the story behind it, and just call her Miss Fu a little respectfully.

"Thunder and tremors in winter, rain and snow in spring and summer

The line is heavy and dashing

When you are in full bloom, you will drink and sing when you are drunk

Placing the high hall, dead on the battlefield"

She smiled, tears in her eyes. Somehow, I somehow remembered the Beiyang general who was trapped in the dungeon. She slowly read the name, "Zhao Erze......" and then unconsciously hooked the corner of her mouth.

When I first saw him, the general looked down, with blood stains on his body, and he was so vicious that he wanted to eat himself alive, and he was smashing the shackles of his hands and feet. He threw himself in front of him, his figure so tall, his thin body covered his thin body. He asked himself in a low voice, "Can you sing me a Beiyang minor?" ”

She agreed, almost without thinking.

Fu Chongxue has never regarded him as a prisoner, or a chess piece in her hand, she seems to have a little different feelings. The two of them talked late that night, and when they remembered the sparse footsteps on the ground, she left. Zhao Erze leaned his back against the railing, looked up at the little moonlight cast through the cracks in the floor, and recounted his glorious moments with remorse. He used to fight on the battlefield, he guarded the frontier, and he once had a sister and a lovely nephew who loved him. He had all the good things of the world, children, wives and concubines, gold and silver treasures, and beautiful flowers.

It's a pity that in the end, it went astray. If you come to Great Xia stupidly, you will die in a foreign land.

"I have no shame to face the first king." A man hid his face in front of Fu Chongxue and cried, tears flowing through his dirty face and slowly flowing between his fingers. The thick green tendons on his neck were exposed, as if he could hold back the voice of sadness, but there was nothing he could do.

Zhao Erze has always wanted to be a brave general and a loyal and patriotic courtier. If Fu Chongxue hadn't told him the cause and effect, he wouldn't have known that his sister had poisoned the first king, and he wouldn't have known that the weak and incompetent words that his sister said in front of him were all made up lies.

He is like a little child, living in a sweet dream and unable to extricate himself.

Never saw the truth of the facts.

Fu Chongxue pitied him, like a homeless orphan. His life's long-cherished wish has not been fulfilled, and in the eyes of everyone he is nothing more than a poor man who is treasonous, stupid, and relies on his sister Zhao Hai to ascend to the throne. But that night, Fu Chongxue seemed to peel aside the layers of trauma and saw her original sincere heart, but it was later buried by glory and wealth. He is upright, without any fancy heart, and he only ends up where he is today.

If you want to ask and don't regret it.

Regret.

He actually went against the wishes of his youth and went along with it.

He finally knew the truth of everything, but it was too late, even if he survived in the world, he was just a rebel and a thief, and no one would forgive him. Inch by inch in his heart ached like a pinprick. The night breeze is long, accompanied by Fu Chongxue's intoxicating singing, with the coolness of spring and the frost on the bluestone slab.

"I want to go and see the territory of Beiyang."

Fu Chongxue left in a hurry that day, this was the last thing he said.

He looked at her affectionately.

She couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

Fu Chongxue wiped away the tears on her face, and the sadness in her eyes attracted Meng Yining's attention. "What's wrong?" she asked. ”

"What's going on with King Lian's Mansion?"

"It's empty."

"What about the dungeon?"

"Not a single thing was found."

"What about Zhao Erze?"

"The door of the dungeon is open, and someone has been sent to find it."

"He's still alive?"

"I don't know."

Fu Chongxue's heart suddenly became worried, after being rescued that day, she explained things in one breath, and only gradually woke up today. finally met Meng Yining, but heard such news. She asked, "Is there really no trace at all?" ”

Meng Yining couldn't figure out what she was thinking, "It's really not, maybe I ran away by myself while I was in the chaos." If you are in better health, you can seek it. In her eyes, Zhao Erze is now a wasted person, and he has done so many shameful things, which are worthless to say, so whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with him. Now that the Xia King is dead, there is no point in playing those twists and turns.

Fu Chongxue frowned, there was a huge pain in her chest, and she covered her wound and said resolutely: "I'm going to find him!" ”

"What are you looking for?"

She glanced at Meng Yining, "I'm tired of the girl preparing the car." ”

Fu Chongxue dragged her sick body stubbornly into the car, she opened the curtain and asked, "Miss Meng, where is Beiyang?" ”

She pointed to the north.

"Thank you."

Fu Chongxue's sick appearance did not have a trace of blood, Meng Yining sighed and let him go.

The girl was wrapped in her clothes and her hands and feet were cold, and she looked around at the streets, all the way out from the gate of Chengping Castle to the north. It is a series of rolling peaks, and you can see the Beiyang that you think about day and night, and the hometown imprinted in Zhao Erze's bones and blood. The path was so muddy from the rain that the wheels of the carriage could not move in the path, and the coachman lamented and dismounted to clean up. Fu Chongxue climbed up the path step by step with difficulty, holding on to the branches picked up by the roadside as crutches, and her numb hands did not know even if the blood was drawn out by the rough bark.

She stroked the wound with her other hand, her heart pounding.

She didn't know why she wanted to go north so insistedly, it seemed that this was where she belonged.

In a trance, she suddenly saw a man lying on a rock on the top of the mountain, wearing thin clothes, feeling the wind from the north. She stumbled up and ran up with her skirt in her hand, shouting, "General...... Checkmate...... General Zhao ......"

It's been a long time, it's been a long time since anyone called himself a general.

With his weak head sideways, he saw a figure running towards him and embracing him.

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