Yun Zhao's world was only pale. She felt the cloud's mouth open and close, but she didn't know what she was talking about, just looked very anxious.

The pain spread from the chest and intensified. She felt a little fishy sweetness in her throat, and the pain in her internal organs was disturbed, and she was so uncomfortable that she had to vomit it out to be happy.

Yun Zhao's body trembled, and she saw that the red blood fell on the rice paper, staining the words she had written.

"Sister!"

The clouds watched her fall straight down like that, rolling the whites of her eyes. She subconsciously reached out to support her back.

"Little master!" Lao Wu also rushed over and supported her body.

Yun Zhao seemed to come back to his senses a little, his eyes were scarlet, and he was not angry at all.

Yun Duo was terrified: "Sister! Sister, don't scare me. ”

The gentleman committed suicide.

What a joke in this world.

Yun Zhao's eyes were full of tears, wet and hot, and his mouth was full of patina.

"Where's the gentleman?"

"Yuyang."

On the way to Yuyang at a gallop, Yun Zhao kept wondering if everything would have been different if she hadn't let him go.

Her body was getting thinner and thinner, and the clouds were terrified every morning, and she was afraid that when she woke up, the man as thin as a cicada's wings would leave her.

Yun Zhao still eats, and she will vomit after eating, but she insists on Yuyang and still forces herself to eat.

On the 7th, they rushed to Yuyang. Tired of three horses, and almost exhausted Yun Zhao.

She was so thin that she was almost skeleton, with large bulging eyes, sunken cheeks, and no blood on her lips.

Yun Duo's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he followed her without taking a step.

Having already received the order, Seventeen had already moved Mr.'s body and relics to the house that Yun Zhao bought in Yuyang.

This was the house where she wanted to spend her life in Shuozhou after getting married. But now only the inkstone book is left lying there coldly.

The mourning hall is covered with white silk, burning white candles, and a black coffin in the middle, the coffin is steaming.

Yun Zhao stepped up the steps in vain, and as soon as she saw the black coffin, the white mist surged in front of her, and Venus crossed like a streamer, and she fell backwards as soon as her feet were soft.

Yun Duo and Lao Wu hurriedly supported her.

"Sister, you hold on."

Yun Zhao took two deep breaths, pushed them away, and stumbled to the coffin in three or two steps, half of his body hanging from the mouth of the coffin.

She looked inside. It was covered with ice cubes all around, carefully separated from the body by sheepskin.

The gentleman's face was blue from the cold, and there was a black and purple strangulation mark on the bottom of his neck.

Yun Zhao's dry voice struggled to make a sound: "Yan Shu ......"

The clouds stood aside, covering their faces and weeping.

Yun Zhao trembled his hands and carefully touched his face, his face was so cold, almost as cold as ice.

Her fingers slowly slid down his neck, touching his scars.

"Does it hurt? What were you thinking? Do you miss me? Her gaze was watery and unusually gentle, "You definitely didn't miss me." How can you bear to leave me alone. How do you want me to live in the future? ”

His skin was no longer soft and covered with the bruise of death, and his cheeks were no longer flushed with shyness.

His eyes closed comfortably, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under them, and she could no longer see the gentle pampering in them.

His lips will never again kiss her forehead tenderly, his Adam's apple will no longer slide sensually with words, and his hand will never again take her hand.

He will no longer walk with her to watch the sunset, will not hug her to warm her, will not smile or frown, and will not even look at the same moon with her far away.

Yun Zhao finally collapsed. She rested her head on the coffin and wept.

Yun Duo couldn't bear to look at her, and buried his head in Lao Wu's arm. Lao Wu patted her on the back, but didn't dare to step forward.

There was only her cry in the mourning hall, so miserable and sad.

Yun Zhao cried and fainted in the mourning hall, and after waking up, he supported his body all the way to the coffin and buried Wang Yanshu.

She personally excavated the earth, carved the monument, and erected the tomb.

The tomb of the king of the king.

Yun Zhao knelt in front of his tomb, his mind had never been so clear for a moment.

From leaving Beijing to Yangzhou, and then from Yangzhou to Yuyang, thousands of miles away, why is he?

If you are in love with Zhou Qiran, why do you want to commit suicide in Yuyang.

If Zhou Qiran is fake, why do you want to leave, and why do you have to die?

She was dressed in white, like a ghost, and suddenly sprang up from the ground. Shocked everyone behind him.

She rose too violently, and her eyes were black. It took two bumpy steps to stand firm, and she walked towards Seventeen.

"Seventeen, where were you when Mr. committed suicide?"

Everyone looked at Seventeen.

Seventeen knelt down: "I was drowsy at the time, and I didn't expect my husband to kill himself in the middle of the night." ”

"Didn't expect that? Seventeen, is that your answer to me? ”

"Seventeen dereliction of duty, please punish Master Hou."

Yun Zhao is so tired, how can she punish in exchange for Wang Yanshu's life.

She looked down and asked, "Are you really sleepy?" ”

"Seventeen pleaded guilty."

Yun Zhao was extremely tired, and she finally fell asleep in a daze. The clouds stood by her bedside, holding her hand, for fear that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

She seemed to understand Sister A's mood.

That pain, deep into the bone marrow.

"Clouds." The person on the bed made a weak sound, and the clouds pulled away from the memory.

"Sister, won't you sleep for a while?" She chirped, "Shall I let you make you something to eat?" You eat something. ”

Yun Zhao hesitated for a moment, and bowed his head: "Okay." ”

The light white porridge and side dishes that Lao Wu asked people to prepare, Yun Zhao only barely ate a few bites, and then stopped moving. She had asked her to bring all her husband's relics earlier, and now she sat on Luohan's bed and patiently sorted out his relics one by one.

She flipped through all the books he had read, and smoothed the tip of his brush until she saw a wooden box, which was not small. Yun Zhao took it and put it on his lap, and as soon as he opened it, he burst into tears.

It was the ceramic teapot she pinched when she was a child, the jade medallion she sent, and the concentric lock.

The pain is not sharp enough. It is like a knife without a blade, grinding into the flesh hard, and the meat is not cut, but only sparsely sharpened.

She brought the silver lock around her neck and kept it in her heart with hers.

In the corner of the box, she saw a piece of paper.

Yun Zhao wiped his tears and unfolded the paper to look at it. The familiar handwriting jumps into view, and the words are heart-wrenching.

"Drunk lying in the snow and cold river, waking up and walking away from the volcano. Walking all over the world, there is nowhere to see it on the way back. ”

Yanshu, you deceived me so hard.

Yun Zhao's body trembled involuntarily. The clouds walked up to her and saw the poem on the paper, their eyes splitting.

The fire burns his body, the cold river is piercing, is Mr. really forced to leave?

What should I do with my sister?

"Call Seventeen."

Seventeen knelt on the ground, his neck hunched.

"Seventeen, is it true that what was written in the letter from Yangzhou back to Beijing?"

Seventeen was silent, and kowtowed again and again: "Please kill me." It was dictated by the gentleman, and written by the subordinates. ”

The clouds were shocked.

Yun Zhao tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if smiling rather than smiling.

Yanshu, you calculated me so accurately, so ruthlessly.

She had already guessed some signs, but he used two months of lingering to break her only remaining expectations.

Seventeen said: "Mr. said that there are rumors in the capital, he doesn't want to delay the Hou Ye, if I don't agree, he will commit suicide, and his subordinates ......"

"Rumors in the capital?" Yun Zhao sneered.

She smoothed the paper on the table, folded it, and carefully carried it into her arms.

On the way back, they walked for almost a month, and Yun Zhao was so weak that he couldn't even ride in a carriage for a long time. She struggled to eat, but it only deepened the pain of vomiting.

The clouds were distressed to death.

When they returned to Beijing, the first snow fell in Handan. The snow fell so hard that in a blink of an eye the city turned pale.

There was a man standing in front of the Mansion of the Marquis of Ronglai, dressed in white, covered in snow, and his face was blue from the cold.

Yun Duo vaguely recognized his appearance, it was Gan Qinggan's little general. She caught a glimpse of a white shadow flying by.

Yun Zhao pulled out Lao Wu's sword and rushed over.

The sword light was cold, and she pointed at Gan Qing's throat.

"What did you say to him, sir, when he suddenly resigned?"

Gan Qing trembled and said, "I want him not to mislead your reputation." Ronglai Houfu has cleared its name for generations, don't ruin you because of him, and destroy the lintel you are desperately guarding. ”

And so it was.

Yun Duo chased after him and looked at Yun Zhao in shock.

If Mr. Ruo changed his mind and he died suddenly, presumably Sister Ah would also go through the ghost gate. The truth is so, she walked into the ghost gate, will she come back?

Yun Zhao's hand holding the sword was shaking, and his arm was trembling.

"Gan Qing, I said, I heard you insult Mr. again and ask you to become my subordinate!"

Yun Zhao's eyes were red, and the wind and snow rolled up her cloak. Yun Duo knew that she really wanted to kill General Gan Qing.

Gan Qing closed his eyes and calmed down. He's here to die.

The gentleman's face appeared in front of the clouds, and changed from a gentle smiling face to a stiff cyan. Suddenly, she wept, and hot tears swept across her face frozen by the cold wind, burning her skin with pain.

"Sister." The cries of the clouds made the clouds stunned.

She didn't stagger her eyes, still staring at Gan Qing, and there was nowhere to vent the resentment in her heart.

Yun Zhao picked up his sword, crossed his face, and shaved his hair in a bun with a roar.

"From this day forward, you and I will break off our righteousness. You Gan Qing will be the enemy of my Ronglai Marquis Mansion from now on. ”

Gan Qing opened his eyes indifferently, his eyes bloodshot.

Look how pitiful he is! Yun Zhao sneered, even she was moved, and she endured such a mournful look silently.

But he still has a chance to play here, how innocent is the gentleman? After all, she involved him, he spent his life in camps, but he let him die in a foreign land.

Yun Zhao flicked his sword and plunged straight into the snow at his feet.

"Don't let me see you again!"

Yun Zhao entered the door without looking back, and Gan Qing's gaze followed her into the Hou Mansion.

Yun Duo stepped forward, pulled out Yun Zhao's sword, and held it in his arms. She looked at the vicissitudes of General Gan and said, "The general knows that after this experience, Sister Ah went to half her life." If you are kind to her, please stay away from her. ”

He didn't answer, and the clouds had nothing to say.

Yun Zhao went back to the bedroom and stuffed himself in the quilt.

It was so cold that she couldn't feel the warmth no matter how she shrunk. The room burned with silver fibrasses, but she only felt cold and suffocated.

The clouds kept watch over her all night.

Mr. and Sister are the warmest and softest emotions she has ever seen.

She had never seen lovers so simple and sincere. Their feelings are like the rain and dew of spring in the gaps, the light of summer, and a touch of green drilled out in winter.

So out of place, yet so vibrant.

Yun Zhao is strategic, wise, and proud. Yun Duo felt that even the most powerful man in the world couldn't compare to her.

But in front of her husband, she was just a child a few years older than herself.

He was erudite and humble, gentle as jade, and he had the arrogance of a literati, but he did not have the utilitarianism of a politician.

Such a gentleman is gentle and polite to everyone, and he always feels a little less angry. Yun Zhao is his anger.

As long as Sister A is in the place, Mr.'s eyes are always on her.

Occasionally, when Sister Ah was talking to others, she would suddenly look back at her husband and smile brightly.

The usually calm gentleman will look away like a child who has made a mistake, and always likes to bow his head and drink tea to hide his flushed cheeks.

Thinking about it, she burst into tears.

I heard from the porter that General Gan stood outside the gate of the mansion all night, and the wind and snow were so urgent that he also went for about half his life.

But the clouds didn't pity him at all.

Because her sister didn't go to Half Life, she didn't come back from the ghost gate.