Chapter Eighty-Three: The Old Days

"You're wrong." He clearly remembered the persistence in Zhao Kuangyan's eyes at that time, "I met her, got acquainted, knew each other, loved each other, and stayed together, what would it matter if I was unwilling." ”

He still didn't give up, "You are the seventh prince of Daliang, not Li Zhuang alone, the country needs you, the people need you, the war in the north has started again, do you want to see starvation all over the field, wolf smoke everywhere?" ”

Sure enough, Zhao Kuangyan can let go of a person's glory and wealth, but he can't let go of the lives of a countryman.

Looking at Zhao Kuangyan's silent and forbearant face, Bai Zhiyu knew that he was going to win, and the despicable means won without suspense, which was the sorrow of the prince.

He knew that maybe she would hate him in the future, but his life was so long, and he still had a long time to make amends for her and bring her out of the shadows.

"When you leave alone, it's the best ending." There was a light smile on the corner of his mouth, in terms of tactics, no one could beat him, "Be stable with your family and country, and be able to protect her for a lifetime, today I just noticed your identity, and there will be others who will pay attention to it in the future, and when that time comes, you will not be the only one who will be injured." ”

Zhao Kuangyan understands the philosophy of life and social justice, but only when Lin Qingqing is involved, his killing will never be again.

What Bai Zhiyu said, he only listened to one sentence from beginning to end, "You will never be the only one who is injured......

Why did he fall into the mountains, on the way back to Beijing from the Battle of Shannan Pass, he encountered an ambush and assault, and all the guards around him were killed, whether it was a barbarian remnant with hatred in his heart, or an important minister of the court who plotted against him, he didn't know at all.

How could the identity of the prince be kept hidden, if it was really as Bai Zhiyu said, it would be difficult for him to imagine what would happen in the future.

Looking at his back as he turned over and got on the horse and waved his whip, Bai Zhiyu did not have the joy of victory in his heart, and the disgraceful means were actually used by the first son in the world.

But he still has a hint of joy, after this incident, she will definitely hate Zhao Kuangyan, maybe take advantage of this opportunity, he can completely get her heart and erase these injuries.

But when he held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand and watched her rush out of the courtyard of the Cao family in despair, fear gradually swelled in his heart.

She was like the most delicate and fragile glass doll, soaking wet, her long hair clinging to her cheeks, rain mixed with tears condensing into a stream of water at her chin.

She lost her soul, she was heartbroken, she was lifeless, as if she had been stripped of her bones, and she knelt the gravel road, lying down.

She asked him if it was you.

He could use the most despicable means, but he couldn't deceive her.

He didn't know that her kneeling was the root of an unforgettable illness, which would accompany her for countless days and nights, and the pain was unbearable.

In the final analysis, he can't escape her leg injury, and he can't escape her heartache!

Looking at the people on the kang, the bright sun shone on her face even whiter, Bai Zhiyu gently stroked the delicate face, and said lightly: "Do you know, you bear it, but I can't bear it, since she was wronged in the world, I began to regret telling you your identity, what can you do if you marry her, she is happy, isn't it better than everything?" ”

"She taught me a lot, from jealousy and selfish possession, to loving deep and letting go first." While carefully wiping Lin Qingqing's sweat with a silk handkerchief, he continued: "She even took the initiative to ask me, is it because you married Ling Rouwan because you love her more, and she helps you more, in that case, she is willing to let go." ”

Zhao Kuangyan took a few steps forward, his eyes were lonely like never before, his raised hand paused in mid-air, and finally slowly put it down, and said dejectedly: "This is not my intention." ”

"What if it's your original intention, what if it's not your original intention, you and I are famous, but I don't live as well as her." Bai Zhiyu's words flashed with fierceness, "But harm is objective existence!" You dare to say that any of the injuries on her body have nothing to do with you? ”

Cao ...... Li Zhuang...... Where are you...... I'm so ...... Tired...... I'm so tired......" the person on the bed screamed.

Bai Zhiyu hurriedly cut his ears closer, and after a while, he reluctantly turned his head to the side and said, "I don't want to argue with you, I called you here, just because there are some things she can't say, I'll say it for her." ”

How easy it is to say how easy it is for a beloved to love another person, he swallowed with difficulty, "She has never forgotten you, even when you are injured and unconscious, the family and the country, the people and the people, the last person you should bear is her." ”

He carefully brushed the messy broken hair on Lin Qingqing's forehead, then got up and retreated to the side, "There is no one else here, you don't have to hide it, presumably the first person she sees when she wakes up is you, and she is happier than seeing me." ”

Zhao Kuangyan's figure did not move, and his gloomy eyes were full.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "I can't give her a stable future, so I can't give her hope at this moment." With that, he turned around neatly and walked towards the door.

"Until now, you're still going to do this to her?!" Bai Zhiyu's face was full of disbelief.

Zhao Kuangyan's steps out of the door paused, and a suppressed voice came, "I didn't want to do this to her, it's better to be injured than to lose your life." ”

After a pause, he suddenly tilted his head, "It's better for you to take her out of Taihe." ”

Bai Zhiyu looked at Zhao Kuangyan, who was swaying slightly, through the turquoise bamboo curtain, and smiled bitterly.

Doesn't he want to take her away? Yangzhou in March with fireworks, Saibei with sunset on the long river, and snowfield with heavy snow, which place is not better than the turbid Taihe.

It's just that her heart is full of Zhao Kuangyan, how can she go, nothing in the world can match her, it's all because her obsession is here, and he stayed with her, because his obsession is her.

She kept saying that she wanted to forget Zhao Kuangyan, but how could she really do it, one thing fell one thing, but they were all moths to the fire......

Outside the door of the Li Mansion, in a simple soft sedan chair, a face was revealed.

A slender jade finger stretched out, pointed at the back in the distance, and then sneered: "See, it's not that I'm ruthless." ”

The cattail outside the soft sedan looked at Zhao Kuangyan's figure gradually moving away, and his face was puzzled.

Ling Rou's weak fingers were tightly clasped together, and her nails were sunk deep into the flesh and she didn't know, "I've already inquired, Bai Zhiyu and Lin Qingqing are old acquaintances, Kuangyan doesn't necessarily have nothing to do with them, besides, people who don't have any contact with each other on weekdays, why didn't Lin Qingqing enter the Li Mansion when he was injured, Kuangyan followed, isn't it suspicious?" ”

"You mean......" Cattail snorted, then clenched her mouth tightly, and deliberately lowered her voice: "The Seventh Prince came to the Li Mansion just to hide people's eyes, but in fact, to see that slut!" ”

"What better explanation could there be?" Ling Rou lowered the curtains weakly, and her dull voice made it difficult to hear her emotions.

She suddenly chuckled meaningfully, "It seems that I am still too polite, but I am afraid of hurting her life if I have a small punishment, and I also let people report the news, and now it will be a big disaster to keep it sooner or later, so I can't help it." ”