Ge Xiangjun choked up: "It's me who is sorry for you, I, I don't want you to forgive me, I just want to say, thank you for taking care of me regardless of your previous suspicions." I was wrong! ”

Zhong Weiwei turned around and looked at her carefully.

Ge Xiangjun is much thinner than before.

Probably because he had been hiding in the house for a long time and not going out, his complexion was very white, and his beautiful eyes, which used to look like cats, were bigger—people were much more beautiful than before.

Ge Xiangjun saw Zhong Weiwei staring at him, and uncomfortably hid his hand in his sleeve.

Zhong Weiwei lowered his eyes, nodded, and turned to leave.

Ge Xiangjun saw that she didn't say a word, so he left like this, and was so anxious that he took two steps forward and said quickly:

"Little Bell...... Have you really forgotten our past? You really won't forgive me? ”

Of course, Zhong Weiwei has not forgotten the past.

It is precisely because she has not forgotten the past that she is willing to take care of Ge Xiangjun and not let Ge Xiangjun live too hard.

But that's all there is to it, her friend can't do it anymore, and she doesn't want to have anything to do with Ge Xiangjun anymore.

She said lightly: "It's not about forgiving or not, you can do it yourself." ”

Zhong Weiwei walked forward without looking back.

Ge Xiangjun stood in place, watching her go farther and farther, unconsciously with tears in his eyes.

Chonghua walked over quickly and asked excitedly, "Where is Ah Wei?" ”

Ge Xiangjun hurriedly bowed down with the palace people present, and said in a trembling voice with a one-ten-thousandth luck: "If you go back to Your Majesty, Zhong Tongshi has already gone back." ”

"Oh." Chonghua was slightly disappointed and asked, "Who loses and who wins between her and Chen Shaoming?" ”

"Ming Gongzi lost." Ge Xiangjun's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

She looked up hopefully, hoping that Chonghua would think of her.

However, what she saw was Chonghua's back.

He was so far away from her that he didn't even notice her.

Or rather, he noticed her, but he didn't remember who she was.

Or, he knew who she was, but he didn't care.

This realization made Ge Xiangjun extremely painful, she was so sad that she wanted to cry, but she knew that she didn't even have the right to cry.

She gritted her teeth, stood up stiffly, and left Shohito Palace in despair.

A group of female historians in the Division of Records were talking and laughing in a low voice while packing up the scriptures and books, and when they saw Ge Xiangjun coming in, they all closed their mouths and pretended to be very busy and hurriedly dispersed.

In the blink of an eye, Ge Xiangjun was the only one left in the empty library, she was sad and resentful, but she had no way to vent, and she couldn't even cry.

She walked slowly to the third floor and stood at the window looking down.

The plants in the palace have begun to sprout and turn green, and the female historians are in groups of three or five, giggling and passing downstairs.

Everything is thriving, but it has nothing to do with her as a dying person.

A hand suddenly reached over and slammed the window shut.

There was a loud "click" sound from the window, which frightened Ge Xiangjun.

She didn't dare to look back, staring at the closed window with a snow-white face, motionless.

"You want to die?" The person who came sneered in a low voice behind her: "That pot of water is splashed, do you think you can get it back?" ”

Ge Xiangjun had a white face, his lips trembled, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it.

The man laughed, "Scared? What is there to be afraid of? In this palace, the timid have always been starved to death, and the bold will not be discovered.

The boiling water is poured with hot coal, and no matter how sensitive the sense of smell is, it is impossible to smell what is added to it. ”

Ge Xiangjun knocked his upper teeth and knocked his lower teeth: "What did you add to the water?" ”

The man smiled "hehe": "Of course it's poison." Poison that kills people. ”

Ge Xiangjun was taken aback: "You said that it was just a medicine that would make her sick......

The man sneered: "Do you believe it? ”

Ge Xiangjun finally shed tears: "I don't want to, you forced me to ......"

"Stop pretending and admit that you're an ungrateful, selfish bad thing."

The man wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and rubbed his chin on her shoulder:

"You have also seen that Zhong Weiwei does not really treat you as a friend at all, and as for our majesty, he has never put you in his eyes and heart.

If you don't fight, do you want to be lonely in this deep palace for the rest of your life, and you will rely on people until you die? ”

Ge Xiangjun cried uncontrollably: "I ......"

"Shh......h Don't cry, it's weird and distressing. ”

The man took a handkerchief to wipe her tears, put it in her ear and whispered: "You are a beauty, more beautiful than Zhong Weiwei, you have to remember this."

Next, I don't want you to do anything, you just need to try your best to charm Chen Shaoming, and let him promise to take you out of the palace to enjoy happiness and spend the rest of your life safely. ”

"Who are you?" Ge Xiangjun turned back sharply: "Let me do so many things, you have to let me know who you are, right?" ”

A cold hand quickly grabbed her cheek, keeping her from moving.

The warm breath blew the broken hair in her ear: "Shh...... Don't move, or you'll have to break your neck. Think about it, how did Tim Fu die? ”

Ge Xiangjun trembled uncontrollably, and as soon as the hand holding her face was released, she fell to her knees abruptly.

After a long time, the familiar sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and she dared to turn back, there was no shadow of that person in the room, only countless bookshelves and scriptures and classics hidden in the half-light and half-darkness.

"Ge Dianji, what are you doing there?" Si Ji Sun Heyi stood at the door and watched her, her brows furrowed, looking very stern and unhappy.

Sun Heyi is a female official who is nearly fifty years old, and has been in the palace as an errand since she was in her prime, she has been a six-grade secretary step by step, never involved in right and wrong, and only cares about the books in this library.

The person looked stern and unpleasant, but her heart was not bad at all, she walked towards Ge Xiangjun, helped Ge Xiangjun up, and chattered:

"Knowing that you have a high spirit, from Shangshu to the classics, from a lively place to this deserted place, from everyone to everyone to shout and beat, it is indeed very uncomfortable, but what can be done?

This man has to accept his fate. Okay, okay, cry this time, don't cry in the future. ”

Only then did Ge Xiangjun realize that he had already burst into tears. She silently wiped away her tears and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Sun Siji." ”

Sun Heyi said: "I remember that you sent a book to Zhaoren Palace, were you wronged?" It's okay, it's okay, the nobles forget a lot, as long as they come back with all the mustaches and tails, they forget in a blink of an eye. ”

"You're right." Ge Xiangjun smiled perfunctorily, quickly walked past Sun Heyi, quickly got off the library building, and ran back to his room.

Without taking off his shoes, he crawled into the quilt and wrapped himself tightly like a cocoon, only to feel that his fear had decreased a little.

She didn't dare to think about Zhong Weiwei, and she didn't dare to think about the pot of water that she deliberately knocked over on the tea stove.

She had to desperately fantasize about the future, fantasizing that she had left the palace and lived a happy life with Chen Shaoming.

However, Zhong Weiwei's face inevitably came to her mind, she clutched the quilt tightly and whispered: "Maybe, it's not that bad......"

After all, in order to prevent Zhong Weiwei from having a seizure on the spot and putting herself in danger, she kept an eye on it. (To be continued.) )