At the moment when the wheel broke, the carriage overturned on its side on the long street of the capital. The prosperity of the night was pierced by this loud noise, and in the silent world, there was only the splash of blood, and the irretrievable parting of life and death.

Zhao Song sat there, holding his bloody wife in his arms, and suddenly felt that all his strength had been withdrawn.

The moment the carriage overturned, he reached out and wanted to grab Yang Jinzhi, but he was still a step too late. Yang Jinzhi was thrown out of the carriage, and then he heard a muffled sound.

At that moment, Zhao Song admitted that he was flustered, and he had never been so embarrassed in his life. climbed out of the carriage, and then saw Hui Ling crying and hugging Yang Jinzhi, crying and shouting the word "help".

When Zhao Song went up, his hands and feet were soft, and he knelt in front of Yang Jinzhi almost with a plop.

Yang Jinzhi's forehead hit the stone pillar on the side of the road, and blood covered his entire face. She lay in Hui Ling's arms, her eyes closed, and her body gradually became cold and lukewarm. The guards of the Prime Minister's Mansion quickly evacuated the crowd, and then hurried to find the doctor in the nearest medical center.

hugged his wife in his arms tightly, Zhao Song was stunned there, and there were hot things coming out of his eyes, more and more, and he could no longer suppress it. He never imagined that one day she would leave his world in this way.

As soon as Hui Ling put people in Shangshu Mansion, he informed Zhao Wuwu. said that the lady had an accident on the long street, and I am afraid that it will not work.

The moment he learned the news, Zhao Wuwu felt that flowers exploded in his ears, as if someone had thrown a string of firecrackers into his head, and then used a knife to dig out his heart and put it in a meat grinder.

In an instant, blood was dripping and pain was deep into the bones.

Zhao Wuwu rushed out as if he was dying, at this moment, what persona, what etiquette poetry books can be left behind. All the plans have become empty talk.

My brain was buzzing, and my heart was so empty and it hurt so much.

If it weren't for Su Xi riding a horse and dragging Zhao Wuwu onto the horse, Zhao Wuwu would still be running forward with a rolling belt at this moment, without a purpose and not knowing the direction.

The first time he got there, Zhao Wuwu froze on the spot.

No tears, no crying.

She walked step by step to her mother, watching the doctor shake his head and his mouth open and closed, she couldn't hear what they were saying. All the attention fell on the mother's face, which was covered with blood, like the big red wedding robe on Zhao Wuwu's body.

Falling to his knees, Zhao Wuwu's face was as white as paper, and his breathing was extremely short. She reached out to touch the blood on her mother's face, her fingertips trembling. When the red blood stained her fingertips, she realized that it was her mother's blood, and the cold blood temperature of her fingertips would become the most inextricable nightmare in her life.

"Mother?" She let out a low cry, her voice trembling.

Yang Jinzhi's eyes were closed.

Zhao Wuwu looked up at Zhao Song again, "Dad, what's wrong with my mother?" ”

The doctor said: Please mourn, Mrs. has no pulse and heartbeat. Madame - Gone!

Zhao Song felt that he was dreaming, a nightmare. He hugged his wife who was getting cold in his arms, and for the first time there was a gray color in his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Zhao Wuwu was saying, he just trembled and hugged his wife.

He stood on the long street, not knowing where to go at the moment, just standing there. The bun was extremely messy because of the subversion of Fang Cai's car, and as the prime minister of the dynasty, this was probably the most embarrassing time in his life.

Su Xi stepped forward and wanted to pick up Zhao Wuwu, but Zhao Wuwu sat there with a blank expression, "What's wrong with my mother?" ”

"Childe?" Su Xi panicked.

Zhao Wuwu only felt the sweetness in his throat, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and he was unconscious on the spot. She couldn't accept it, anything about her mother, she couldn't accept it.

For a time, the capital was in chaos.

The prime minister's wife died in an accident, and Zhao Wuwu, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, vomited blood and fainted on the spot. For the imperial court, this is almost a precursor to the collapse of the heavens and the earth. The father and son of the Zhao family have controlled the government for so many years, and they are known as prime ministers, but now?

One lost his wife, the other lost his mother.

Zhao Wuwu was hurriedly carried back by Su Xi, but fortunately, he was diagnosed and treated in time. This anger attacked the heart, and Zhao Wuwu lost half his life. By the time she woke up, Mu Baili was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

She didn't cry as much as he expected, not even a tear. She sat up quietly, her eyes frighteningly hollow. His eyes fluttered at Mu Baili, and then he didn't look at him again.

"If you want to cry, cry!" Mu Baili took her into his arms with a slight gloomy expression, and there was a dull pain in his heart, "Everyone was sent away by me, and no one would see it." He had never seen her in such a dark light.

In Mu Baili's eyes, Zhao Wuwu can't be killed, even if you let her be pierced by thousands of arrows, she still has a way to continue to live. But now, he suddenly realized that she was also a person of flesh and blood, and she would also be sad and sad, even desperate.

Yes, Zhao Wuwu felt very desperate, sometimes people really can't be too smart. If you are too smart, you will think through everything, and when you think through it, you will despair. It turns out that knowing too much can really drive people crazy and drive them to a dead end.

"Where's my mother?" Her voice hoarse lay in his arms.

Mu Baili took a deep breath, "After knowing what happened, I rushed here. Your mother has gone back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with your father, and now—" he paused, "Hehuan, I know it's very inappropriate to say these things now. But you must remember that your mother is dead, and this is a fatal blow to you. But you have to know why your mother had an accident. ”

"She died for me." Zhao Wuwu's eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes were hatred and anger, and more of a hatred for himself, "I should have guessed a long time ago, when she asked me if three years was enough, why did I think she was crazy?" ”

The next moment, she suddenly grabbed Mu Baili's shirt hysterically, "Why don't I believe her?" ”

For the first time, he saw her crazy appearance, her eyes were as red as blood, and her eyes were so eager that he couldn't swallow her life alive. She tugged at the placket of his clothes, and the slight green tendons could almost be seen on the back of his plain white hands, and the appearance of gritting his teeth made him only feel distressed.

She has always been gentle and weak, but now she has been forced to such a point, how can she not teach him to be ruthless.

Forcefully dragged her back into his arms, pressed her in his arms, his eyes were warm, "Don't be afraid, I'm still here." ”

And, it's always going to be.

The mother said that if she leaves this time, she may never come back, and Hehuan is left alone to live well. Without my mother by my side, Hehuan has become accustomed to it, and I will have to get used to it all the time.

It turned out that at that time, my mother had already decided where she would go. The mother said that the mother will always protect the acacia, because the acacia is the hope of the mother, the hope of all. So in the end, Niang used her life to resolve her crisis.

Three years – is it enough?

But mother, I miss my mother, even thirty years is not enough?

Zhao Wuwu closed her eyebrows heavily, she wanted to cry but couldn't, she felt desperate, the kind of pathos in her heart spread to her limbs, almost engulfing her. But she could still breathe, she could still speak, and she could still feel, and that kind of pain made her unable to survive and die.

The one she would rather die is herself!

Holding Mu Baili's shirt tightly, she couldn't express her sadness at the moment, except for hugging hard and hugging again, she didn't know how to calm the pain in her heart.

It hurts so much, it hurts so much that life is worse than death.

Stripped off the red wedding robe and changed into a plain white filial piety dress, Zhao Wuwu felt that he had become an orphan again overnight. Dad doesn't hurt, my mother is gone, my brother wants her life, and how many people around her are staring at her position and her life.

Because of this, she was left alone again.

Wearing linen and filial piety, there is no god in his eyes.

Everyone thought that the accident might have been man-made, because there were traces of man-made cutting on the wheel, which was obviously deliberate. The people in the yamen were investigating this matter, and they all speculated that the murderer was coming for Prime Minister Zhao Song, but who knew that the prime minister's wife died innocently.

Mu Yao didn't expect that before the newlywed had a cave room, the news of her mother-in-law's accidental death came. It must be known that Daye is a state of etiquette, and Zhao Wuwu is a secretary of the Ministry of Etiquette, and his respect and filial piety to his mother are well known.

One of Yang Jin died, and Zhao Wuwu had to keep filial piety for him.

It can be as short as one year or as long as three years.

That means that Mu Yao must be a widow when she marries. And this time to stay alive and widowed depends on Zhao Wuwu's own choice. As a scholar of the Ministry of Rites, it is impossible to set a model of unfilial piety for the people of the world, and he has to teach the world to see Zhao Wuwu's pure filial piety and goodness.

Mu Yao didn't dare to say anything about this matter, including Qi You's Palace. As soon as the new daughter-in-law got married, something happened at home, and it was polite not to say that Mu Yao was a nemesis.

Wearing a filial piety suit, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Zhao Wuwu looked at the coffin in front of him expressionlessly. What if it's a golden silk nanmu? People die like lights go out, and they can't feel anything.

Gone is gone, alive - have to continue to live.

Yesterday the wedding banquet was happily held, and today it is desolate and desolate into a funeral. After the great sorrow and joy, what is left is the face of the world to see the joke. Zhao Wuwu knelt there, not crying or making trouble, and never shed a single tear from beginning to end.

My mother doesn't like her to cry, and my mother likes the way she laughs.

But mother, Hehuan can't laugh, but Hehuan won't cry to you, make you sad and sad, you can rest assured.

The officials who came to salute came one after another, and Zhao Wuwu returned the salute with a numb expression, and he never lost his courtesy. Everyone asked her to mourn, but how could this mourning end?

Holding her breath in her heart, she only felt the sweetness in her throat, and swallowed the salty smell raw.

Jian Yan took the princess and followed her father Jian Weizhong. As Zhao Wuwu's hair, before outsiders knew what had happened between them, Jian Yan was indeed qualified to appear here.

Even, more qualified than Mu Baili.

Zhao Wuwu still knelt there, ignoring and ignoring it. She regarded herself as a wooden stake, without sorrow or joy, immersed in her own closed world, full of her mother's laughter, her mother's gentle touch, and her mother's whispered advice.

Mother's words, she will never forget it in her life, she thinks that what she owes her mother, she will never have a chance to pay it back in her life. The rest of the days are all given by her mother, and she has to live well for her mother, and she can't let her mother's soul in the sky be uneasy.

Jian Yan was still holding his wooden box and appeared in front of her with a dull expression.

She didn't look up at him, but mechanically threw the coin into the brazier, and the whole person looked like a soulless puppet.

The two of them have maintained such a posture for a long time, and even the fifteenth princess Xiao Rouyu feels very strange. There have been rumors earlier that Jian Yan and Zhao Wuwu are Longyang's good, but now it seems that even if Jian Yan is stupid, he still cares about Zhao Wuwu.

In fact, if you think about this kind of thing, it is very easy to think crookedly. If you don't think about it, just thinking about brotherhood actually makes sense. Therefore, these demons are all thought up by people.

Jian Weizhong saluted, and seeing Jian Yan's situation, he could only hurry back with someone. Jian Yan's current situation is not suitable for staying in this situation for a long time.

Zhao Song didn't say anything, now that he has lost his wife, the whole person is a lot more decadent.

After so many years of husband and wife, it is impossible to say that there is no emotion, after all, he Zhao Song only has such a woman. After so many years, his mind has never been on women.

But suddenly, Yang Jinzhi left, and he felt empty in his heart. Recalling the bits and pieces of the past, he realized that his heart was still a little warm, but this warmth could not compete with fame and power, so his wife punished him in her own way.

An irreversible punishment, a lifetime of punishment.

She took this life in exchange for him to regret it for life.

Groups of salutes came, and at last the night was quiet and stopped. Zhao Wuwu always knelt there, not a drop of water, no rice, Zhao Song also knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he simply went with her.

He couldn't even control his thoughts, where could he take care of Zhao Wuwu.

In the silent mourning hall, only the candles on the white candles occasionally sounded, and Zhao Wuwu was dressed in white, looking at the fine golden silk nanmu coffin with a dull expression. When I got up, my knees and legs were numb, and the pain that pierced my heart could not offset the pain in my heart.

Lame, he dragged himself step by step to the coffin.

She held the coffin and looked at her mother inside.

This is the first time she has seen her mother put on makeup, and the wound on her forehead has been deliberately covered, and she can hardly see it. A snow-white face, closed eyes, and lips that will never speak again.

Her slightly cool fingertips touched her mother's cold face, and then held her mother's hand, which was no longer warm, a stiff hand.

Zhao Wuwu pulled his lips and wanted to laugh, but his lips couldn't stop trembling, and even his voice trembled. There are so many things I want to say in my heart, but when I get to my throat, I only choke up.

The nails were deeply embedded in the wood, and I wanted to break the coffin and bring my mother back to life.

"Mother, Hehuan is good, it has always been good. Three-year ...... After three years, Hehuan will definitely be able to do what her mother wants. "There are tears lingering in my eyes, and I still refuse to fall. The feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry, I'm afraid not many people will understand.

Sitting weakly next to the coffin, Zhao Wuwu gently pressed his cheek on the coffin, the cold touch was really distressing, the pain was so great that there was no way. No matter what, she can try to turn the tide, but she is really powerless in this life and death.

After all, there is something in this world that cannot be exchanged for a powerful position!

It was empty, and there was a faint sound of footsteps entering the mourning hall. Zhao Wuwu lifted his eyelids weakly, and Hui Ling walked up to her dressed in white, with tears in her eyes, "Childe? ”

Zhao Wuwu lowered his eyelashes, "Don't come here, my mother doesn't like to make too much noise, it's enough for me to guard her." ”

Hui Ling's tears rained down, "Childe, the most worrying thing about Madame is you." Childe's health is not good, and Madame doesn't want to see Childe torture herself like this. Mrs. loves her son, hurts her whole life, and hurts her heart for her son for a lifetime. But even so, Mrs. was still willing, because Mrs. was the mother of Childe alone, so in the end, Mrs. gave her life to Childe. ”

"I know everything." She was powerless, "But what do you know?" My mother gave me her life, but did she ask me? Have you ever wondered if I'm willing to accept it? I'd rather have a living mother than her do anything for me. ”

"Hui Ling, do you know what it's like to have regrets for life? Like Ling Chi, a thousand cuts. Each of you says it's good for me, but do you really know me? My mother is desperate, but I don't want my mother's desperation, can I beg God to give my mother back? ”

"Can you give my mother back? Can you? ”

In the end, Zhao Wuwu was only left with hysteria, as well as the green tendons on his neck that protruded from excitement.

Hui Ling knelt on the ground and burst into tears, "If Childe feels uncomfortable, cry!" ”

"My mother doesn't like me to cry, why should I cry?" After the hysteria, only her eyes were blank, and her face was full of confusion, "Mother likes to see me laugh, Mother will always be by my side with me, I can't let her down." ”

Mother, I can't come back.

"Madame left a message before she died." Hui Ling couldn't cry.

Zhao Wuwu stiffened his face and stared at Hui Ling.

Hui Ling wiped away the tears on her face, "Mrs. said, I can't let it go!" ”

His body was stiff and painful, and there was something hot lingering in his eyes, Zhao Wuwu smiled, laughing so sadly and desolately. But what else could she say? Can't say anything.

Needless to say!

Hui Ling cried tears and kowtowed heavily to Zhao Wuwu, "Can the slave ask for one thing?" ”

Zhao Wuwu closed his eyes and was silent, leaning on the coffin exhausted.

"The slave has been with the lady for half a lifetime, and now that the lady is gone, I hope the son can become a slave!" Hui Ling kowtowed, "Please fulfill the child." ”

Zhao Wuwu smiled coldly, "Each of you wants me to be fulfilled, but who will fulfill me?" ”

Hui Ling looked up at Zhao Wuwu, and actually raised her lips and smiled softly, "Take care, child." After thinking about it, he lowered his voice, "Be careful!" ”

After speaking, Hui Ling kowtowed to the coffin, and then walked out of the mourning hall without looking back.

Zhao Wuwu leaned against the coffin like a puddle of mud, and the beeping candles were still ringing wantonly.

The bony hand tossed the coin into the brazier, rekindling the spark of the ashes that were about to burn out. Dressed in a black robe, his eyebrows are slightly cold, in this empty mourning hall, it seems to be very impermanent.

He stood up, walked slowly to Zhao Wuwu, and then slowly squatted down, maintaining a head-level posture with her.

Zhao Wuwu lifted his eyelids to look at him, and the sluggishness in his eyes made his heart hurt slightly.

Her first sentence was said with a smile. She said, "Mu Baili, I don't have a mother anymore." ”

He nodded, "The sky is falling, and there is me." ”

All the consolations are pale at this moment, so there is no need to say anything, just accompany her quietly. When she is weak and powerless, when she is vulnerable, there is at least one other person who cares about her life and death, and cares about her joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

That's enough!

Mu Baili sat on the ground with her, she leaned weakly on his arms, "If I knew that there would be this day, I should have told her before my mother left, in fact, I am not alone." But there are so many regrets in this world that you are punished for not cherishing enough. ”

I still remember what my mother said when she left, and my mother said that she really wanted to see that one day, her Hehuan could marry her beloved and wear the wedding dress made by her mother.

Mother, have you seen that?

Your acacia has found a beloved, and I believe that one day, your mother's acacia will be able to wear the wedding dress made by your mother. From now on, peace and joy will be peaceful, joyful and worry-free.

Mu Baili couldn't come for too long, but fortunately, Lu Guoan, Su Xi and others were guarding outside, and when it was dawn, Mu Baili should leave.

Kissing her eyebrows, Mu Baili gently hugged her, looking at her pale as paper worriedly, "You have to remember that you are not alone." No matter what happens, I'm there. ”

She looked up at him, her crumbling body, so strong that it was distressing.

"I'm not alone." She repeated, but her words were clear and calm, "I still have you, and my mother's last wishes, I will be fine, I will live well." I want to be happy, I want to be happy, I want to be free. ”

Mu Baili's eyes were slightly red, his fingertips gently rubbed her slightly cool cheeks, and he couldn't say a word of how many words were stuck in his throat. For a moment, he wanted her to cry, but he couldn't force her.

"Eat well and sleep well. Let the living continue to live for the dead. He let out a long breath, "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself." ”

She nodded, and stood there like a piece of paper, as if the wind would dissipate with the wind.

Mu Baili left, disappearing into the Prime Minister's Mansion before dawn came. He has already taken a big risk to come to this trip, and if he is seen by the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion, it will inevitably cause a big mess.

Zhao Wuwu will not keep him, even if she is grief-stricken, even if her heart is like ashes, she can distinguish the priorities. The brain is always too clear, and the lucidity is painful.

As soon as it was dawn, there was a sound of chaos in the house.

Zhao Wuwu still knelt in the mourning hall, threw the immortal coin ingots into the brazier, and heard Yun Zheng hurriedly enter the door, and knelt down, "Childe, Aunt Huiling - go!" Early this morning, Aunt Hui Ling was found hanging herself in her room. ”

Holding the dark coin in his hand, Zhao Wuwu's eyes blinked slightly, and there was no emotional fluctuation on his face. There was no fuss about this, Hui Ling had followed her mother all her life, and she went at this moment, which can be regarded as the fulfillment of this master's and servant's affection.

If you can't let it go, just follow it!

On the day of the funeral, Zhao Wuwu was already weak to the extreme. But she still insisted, her face was extremely pale, even more ugly than Yang Jinzhi's face. Zhao Song looked at her like that, but his heart was dull, and he never said anything.

It turns out that the relationship between mother and daughter is really deeper than the relationship between father and daughter. Zhao Song thought, since they have been affectionate all their lives, why not continue to be affectionate?

Yang Jinzhi was buried at the foot of Yun'an Temple, she was trapped in Yun'an Temple for most of her life, and she returned here when she was dying. The morning bell and the evening drum can cleanse people's souls and allow all karmic obstacles to be redeemed.

Hui Ling was buried next to Yang Jinzhi's tomb, and the master and servant could be regarded as having a companion.

Zhao Wuwu knelt in front of the tomb wearing linen and filial piety, she didn't cry or make trouble these days, in the eyes of everyone, Zhao Wuwu, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, was the most affectionate and indifferent existence. Even Mu Yao also felt panicked, and Zhao Wuwu, who did not have a single tear, made people look very scared.

"Xianggong?" Mu Yao shouted in a low voice, "Get up!" ”

Zhao Wuwu was stunned, and when he turned his head to look at her, his eyes were flat, "You go back!" I'm going to talk to my mother here. ”

Mu Yao took a deep breath, "I know you're feeling uncomfortable, mother-in-law's death-"

"Mother is just asleep." She corrected.

Mu Yao leaned over and squatted down, "Xianggong, you are like this-your body will not be able to bear it." ”

Zhao Wuwu narrowed his eyes and glanced at the boots placed in front of him, it was Zhao Song.

"People can't be resurrected after death, go back!" Zhao Song was cold.

"Please allow me to stay with my mother for the last night." Zhao Wuwu kowtowed, "I want to go to Yun'an Temple for a walk, please make it happen." She said extremely weakly, and her body had reached the limit of resistance to pressure.

Zhao Song took a deep breath, and then nodded, if you are too careful at this time, Jinzhi will also be uneasy!

"I'll be with you." Mu Yao whispered.

Zhao Wuwu shook his head, "I just want to be alone quietly, you go back to Shangshu Mansion!" She turned her head to look at Mu Yao, "The affairs of Shangshu Mansion these days have been hard for the county lord!" ”

Mu Yao pursed her lips and opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she had to stand up.

Huo Huo shook his head at her, and Mu Yao also felt that it was inappropriate to say anything at this time.

When night fell, Su Xi went to Yun'an Temple, pushed open Yang Jinzhi's original meditation room, and found the new wedding dress made by Yang Jinzhi himself. The wedding dress is like fire, burning someone's eyes and hurting someone's heart.

Fingertips gently stroked the patterns on the wedding dress, and the mother's pear blossoms were embroidered so beautifully and lifelike, just like the pear blossoms in the pear orchard.

Zhao Wuwu leaned on the tombstone, his expression was slightly dark, "Mother, Hehuan has been decadent for many days, and now that everything has fallen to the ground, it is time to stand up and live well." promised the mother's things, Hehuan will definitely do it. My mother promised that I would always be with me, and I couldn't break my promise. ”

When Mu Baili came, Zhao Wuwu wore a red wedding dress outside his filial piety clothes.

She was waiting for him, for a long time.

In the cold moonlight, her eyebrows were slightly cold, and a little smile appeared on her pale face. She finally burst into tears, and the only thing in her hoarse voice was, "Mu Baili, is it okay for me to marry you?" ”

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly stepped forward and took her into his arms, and whispered, "Okay! The timbre is soft and soft, but it is so categorical, and the right is that the promise of this life has been set.

Those who are destined should be destined for three lives, and they should live up to it forever.

The next moment, she burst into tears.