Hua Xu Yin: City of Desperate Love - Chapter 35

He knew she wanted to leave, and did everything possible to keep her, except for freedom, he could give everything she wanted. He also knew that a thick layer of ice had formed on her heart, and even if she was freed, she would not be happy. Those harsh and entangled pasts made her not even know how to really cry and laugh.

This person, he wants to cherish her well. She should be happy and worry-free, like a naive and innocent girl, put him in her palm, put her fingers together and treat it with care.

But he counts everything, but misses fate. In the plan, she should stay with him for a long time. He will protect her, just like protecting every inch of the land under his feet in a troubled world. After a hundred years, they will lie in the same coffin, even in the dark tomb. Will not be lonely.

But that day’s destiny fell, and he saw that his life was not as long as he thought, and it was all foolish to say that after a hundred years.

Rong Yuan was not born full-term, and had suffered from all kinds of illnesses when he was young. Old Zheng Hou invited to be a world-renowned doctor. Most of them estimated that the young man could live over eighteen years if he took care of it carefully. If he wanted to live longer, he could only be upward. Please longevity.

Old Zhenghou had no choice but to think of a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he sent him to learn a knife in an attempt to strengthen his body. It was also a coincidence that at the master of swordsmanship, he encountered the medicine Sheng Bailiyue who had always been a dragon but never saw the head. He didn’t know how to use it to cure the root of the disease that had entangled him since childhood. From then on, the entire Zheng royal family regarded Bailiyue as a guest of honor.

Since the death of the old Zheng Houxu, he and Bai Liyue have not seen each other for eight years. When they met, it was the end of the year that Ying Ge was named Mrs. Ziyue. From year-end to reunion for many years, Bai Liyue’s first sentence with a solemn expression was: “Your Majesty has been poisoned in the past year?”

Only at this point did he know that the poison he received when subduing the crazy snow leopard last New Year’s Eve was not a serious poison, but it was only fatal to him. Bai Liyue used a lot of poisons to cure his illness in the past, and all things are mutually and restrained. After taking those medicines, he must not touch three things in his life-Zikui Yunying, Shuangmuju, and Winter Herb. Legend has it that the winter grass in the Kyushu mainland has long been extinct, and the world does not know its shape and nature, but the poison quenched on the snow leopard’s paw contains a lot of winter grass.

The Yujin Garden was chilly, and Rongyue Palace showed a horn in the shadow of the dead tree. He looked in that direction for a while, and slowly asked Bai Liyue in front of him: “How long can the lonely live?”

“About three months later, Your Majesty will begin to vomit blood. One year later…”

“one year later?”

“… He vomited blood and died.”

His face was pale, but his voice was still calm: “Is there no way even the husband can do it?”

Baili Yue is a medicine saint, not a god. It has been dissolved into his body for nearly a year, and it is impossible to resolve it. He deceived himself for the first time, hoping that Baili, who had never made a mistake, could make a mistake this time. He did not have any confusion in the summer, but a false alarm.

However, he didn’t believe this so-called fate until he vomited a mouthful of blood when he was reviewing the documents without warning. He has a cold temperament, and since he is sensible, he has lost his emotions and anger, but this night he has a big temper and smashes the study room clean. But this is the end of the matter, and everything must be reconsidered from the beginning.

Ten days later, in the name of deceiving the emperor, he locked Brother Ying in the court Huashan and thought about it. The next day he drafted an obituary to announce to the world that Mrs. Ziyue died of illness. Bai Liyue played against him, holding a white child, and said: “On the last day, your Majesty will regret today when he thinks of today.”

But there is no better way than this, he thought, when he returns to heaven, she has only two ways to go, one is burial, the other is the lonely old deep palace. If she is allowed to choose, according to her temperament, she must slay herself in front of her bed. She looks so complicated, but it is really simple. To fall in love with someone is to follow her to death, and if he sees her that night, he is arrogant. , Can she live better?

He locked her for ten years, and Ting Huashan was isolated from the world. After ten years, she would forget him, and even if she was not in youth, she would be free to live the life she had previously thought of. He has his own discretion as to whom and how to deliver Zheng Guo into the hands of that person.

Within a few days, it was heard from the palace that Mrs. Hongzhu was pregnant, saying that it was the pulse of the medicine Sheng Bailiyue who diagnosed her as a baby boy.

It is true that Mrs. Hong Zhu is pregnant, but it is not his. He has not seen Hong Zhu for more than two years, and the child was obtained through an illicit relationship with her guards. The pulse diagnosis from Baili Yue was true. He personally took the Yaosheng to Fangzhuyuan. Hongzhu knelt on the ground and trembled with fear, and the guard was put to death in front of her.

The first two sentences in the rumors are all true, but the diagnosis of a male baby is full of nonsense. Even though the medical skills of a hundred miles are better, it is absolutely impossible to figure out whether an unformed fetus is a male or a female, but because it is a genius doctor. , Everyone had no choice but to believe. And this is enough. He just wants to let the ruling and the opposition know that he will have an heir, and after his death, Zhenghou will no longer be Rong Xun. Especially let Rong Xun know.

Baili more deliberately said: “This is originally your Zheng Guo’s business, and it has nothing to do with me, but since you have already planned to pass the throne to Rong Xun, how can you arrange such an act to force him to usurp the throne? “He picked up the tea cup on the stone table. His face was faint: “If loneliness can live a hundred years, and if Ziyue can give birth to solitary heirs, how long do you think Rong Xun will endure to fight against loneliness? Rong Xun is talented in governing the country, but he is ambitious and supports him. It’s like raising a tiger, thinking that he will have enough time to grind off his sharp teeth. Now,” he frowned slightly, snorted, and put the tea cup back on the stone table. Is it possible for him to send Ziyue back to him?”

He played tricks, he knew that Rong Xun had love for Brother Ying, and he couldn’t see things ten years later, but he knew. As long as Rong Xun opposes him and pushes the palace against him today, there will be no possibility for Brother Ying.

Baili became more astonished: “You don’t want Madam Ziyue to be buried. If you want her to live, you should think that one day she will marry someone else.” He looked at the horizon lightly: “Anyone can, Rong Xun can’t.”

The last time I saw Brother Ying was a desolate street market in the starry night. Hearing the news that she had rushed down to Huashan, he was worried. He didn’t know if she was injured. He said that he had cancelled the meeting for several days and led the guards out of the palace. I don’t know how long I had been on, and finally saw her. The girl stood in front of her with scars, carrying a knife, her face pale, and deep or shallow blood oozing from the corners of her skirt.

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He thought, he should rub her into his arms desperately, but how could it be. She was heartbroken and asked him: “Why do I believe you? How can aristocrats like you understand the value of people’s hearts.”

He saw her slightly messy hair on the sideburns, tears overflowing from the bottom of her blindfolded hands, dripping down her cheeks and deep teeth marks on her lower lip. He wanted to say something, his throat was sweet, and half of his blood was in his mouth. Her sadness is the weapon that can best deal with herself. But he still sent her back.

Seeing her figure drifting away under the moonlight, he wanted to call her name, Brother Ying, the name was turned back in his heart, but he couldn’t call it out in front of her once.

“Brother Ying.” He said in a low voice. But she has gone far.

Before long, Rong Xun really forced the palace. This palace change happened quickly and quietly, because he hadn’t thought of resisting. As the rumors say, Rong Xun suppressed his anger and firmly put his sword on his neck, hoarsely asked him: “I put her in your hands, why did you break her?”

And he raised his head slightly and said faintly, “Even if it is broken, Ziyue is still broken in the lonely arms.” Rong Xun’s sword trembled, and a small blood was drawn against his neck, but he didn’t care: “In the past many years, you have done the most satisfying thing for Gu, one is to give Ziyue to Gu two years ago, and the other is to force the palace today.”

Tears appeared in his deserted eyes, “But Gu knows that the last thing you regret in your life is to send Ziyue into Gu’s palace.”

Rong Xun looked at him. For a long time, the whole person seemed to be depressed. After a long while, he said bitterly, “What was she like when she left, and how did she suffer?”

He faintly returned to him: “Even if it is painful, there is nothing in her life that she can’t bear.”

After that, Rong Yuan went to the throne and Rong Xun ascended the throne. After the Zen position, Rongyuan retreated to the Dongshan Palace for cultivation. It was May when the cherry blossoms withered. Everything has been written into history books, and the era that belonged to Zheng Jinghou just passed. Just leave two sheets of tissue paper to the world.

The following year, when the cherry blossoms spread over the entire Dongshan Mountain, the last day in Bailiyue’s mouth finally came. I can know that it is because the blood on the strings is ticking down as the fingers rise and fall, indicating the play. The scene is about to end.

In front of me is the steaming hot spring of bicolor, after which a large cherry forest is planted. Dongluocao didn’t seem to torture Rongyuan much, at least he looked good, but his figure was thin. But I quickly rejected this idea. This was the last day. The unusual look on his face was a reflection of his life.

After the sunset, a piece of golden red silk was pulled out from the horizon, and the cherry forest behind the hot spring was as bright as red snow. He faintly instructed the little boy behind him: “It’s much better today. Go get two books. I want to soak in the hot spring.”

The little boy ran towards the study. He stepped into the pool and leaned against the pool wall, taking out a small bone die from the soaked sleeve. The bone die that Brother Ying gave him was crushed and turned into the night breeze of that desolate street market, but lying quietly in his hand this evening.

He looked at it earnestly, his dark eyes resembling Tangtang Chunshui, tender and gentle for a long time, he held it tightly, closed his eyes and smiled. I don’t know any bird wailed nearby. The sakura forest behind the hot spring suddenly picked up a wildfire. The fire spread rapidly like a tiger. The sky was all over the sky, the forest crackled, and the red cherry blossoms danced in the fire like a nirvana. The red butterfly of Zhu. Rongyuan’s face was beautiful in the light of the fire, but his eyes did not open anymore in the surging heat.

When Brother Ying rushed over, Rong Yuan’s body was sliding along the pool wall into the water little by little. She was trembling all over, trying to hug him to prevent him from falling, but forgot this mountain, this fire, this cherry blossom , This pool of water, including Rong Yuan, is the illusory scene I played with the lyre.

The fire behind him was raging and fierce, as if to burn the red cherry blossoms in the mountains into ashes. She crossed his body with her hands over and over again, no matter how gentle the movement was, she couldn’t even give up a hug, but she still refused to give up. She stretched out her hands to hug him over and over again, seeing him slippery in vain. Into the pool water.

Rumo’s eyebrows, closed eyes, tall nose bridge, and thin lips are gradually hidden under the water. The pool water returns to tranquility, leaving only the sky full of fire, and she quietly looks at the calm pool water in front of her for a long while. Shaking his shoulders, like a lonely little beast, crying in pain.

The scene disappeared out of thin air, and Rong Yuan was indeed dead.

This is the whole story, Ying Ge guessed more or less, but never wanted to believe it.

Looking back at this period of wind and moon, it was like a withering flower. Rong Yuan’s life was too short. He insisted on protecting her in his own way, which was the love of the king in his mouth.

In such troubled times, I have seen enough yongchen to faint the master, how many palaces there are on the Eastland, and how many young and withered bones of rosy women are buried in the palace, but let me see such a love, growing out of the dark palace, like a vast expanse The only flower bloomed in the night, even if it was trampled on by the iron hoof of fate, it still grew its roots stubbornly.

Brother Ying fainted when the scene faded, and Mu Yan helped her to the side on the low couch and turned to look at me from a high altitude.

The drops of blood dripping from the strings dyed the maple xylophone red. I turned my hand and looked at my fingers, only to find that the fingertips were stained with blood. It was like jumping off the city wall that day, feeling life passing inch by inch, wanting to stand up, but without strength. This is the first time I have so clearly realized that without the life span given by the shark pearl, this is just a ruined corpse.

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