Thirty-five years of Qingxi, winter.
Gu Wuyou was standing at the gate of the city wearing a fox fur, and there were kneeling people on both sides. They were bowing their heads and crying, and there were many people standing beside her, including her prince cousin, princess cousin, and her and Li Qinyuan's cousins. Family... Behind him, there are officials who bowed their heads and wiped away tears.
This is a big battle.
Such battles only happened many, many years ago, when the previous Duke of Wei, her father-in-law died in battle.
that time.
Gu Wuyou was still in Langya, and he didn't see it with his own eyes. He only heard that His Majesty was leading a hundred officials to stand in front of the long street, welcoming the general to his home amidst the cries of the people.
It seems to be such a winter day. The snow is heavy, and there is a lot of snow on the ground. If you step on it, you can step on a big hole... Gu Wuyou used to like this kind of snowy days. She likes to lead Li Qinyuan's hand stood in front of the window admiring the snow. He liked to stretch it out before the window and let the snowflakes fall on his palm and turn into water, and then let him wipe her hands under his doting and helpless gaze. She also liked Ah, she likes to act coquettishly and let him carry her to the plum garden to pick the most beautiful plum blossoms.
But now.
nothing left.
There are so many people beside her, but there is no one who is the most familiar.
Her husband, her general, can no longer carry her to pick plum blossoms...
Bai Lu was holding an umbrella for her. She looked at Gu Wuyou's calm and watery face, and seemed to want to say something, but her lips were slightly open, she hesitated for a few seconds, and in the end she didn't say anything.
In fact, among the people around Gu Wuyou, who wouldn't want to talk to her
They were all worried about her. Since the news of Li Qinyuan's death came, Gu Wuyou seemed to have become mute overnight, not saying a word or shedding a tear.
She still wakes up as usual, sleeps as usual, and handles the house affairs as usual, as if nothing had happened, only her thinning figure makes it clear that she is not so indifferent.
They would rather have her cry and cry, rather than holding on like this.
"coming… "
I don't know who it was, that said.
Everyone's eyes turned to the city gate. Gu Wuyou's face that had been calm for many days finally changed at this moment. Her hands were clenched into fists where no one could see them, and they were already thin. His pointed-chin face was tense, and his lips, which had been frozen purple by the wind and snow, were pursed into a straight line.
It seems that the only way to prevent her from venting her emotions.
The first goal is the national flag of Dazhou, and then there are several battle flags engraved with the word Li.
at this time.
These few battle flags were in the icy sky and snow, and were blown by the cold wind. Behind was a black coffin. The soldiers on both sides pushed the coffin forward in silence, and no one spoke. Even those who were crying bitterly stopped crying the moment they saw the coffin appear.
Gu Wuyou can't see anything else anymore, her clear eyes are looking at the coffin without blinking at this moment.
The coffin has been pushed to the city gate.
The wheels stop.
Fu Xian, who was covered in snow, walked in front of Gu Wuyou and knelt down on one knee. The person who was originally high-spirited, now his head is covered with snow, he looks like he is ten years old, kneeling in front of her, with red eyes and a hoarse voice. Say to her, "I..." he choked, "I couldn't bring him back safely."
Gu Wuyou did not speak.
She didn't even seem to hear him talking, her eyes were always on the coffin.
Sudden.
She moved.
"Mrs..."
“Leping…”
Those people didn't know what she was going to do, so they had to call out to her, but Gu Wuyou didn't listen. After a short period of time, her hair was covered with a layer of snow, and even her crow-feather-like eyelashes were covered with white snow, blurring her vision.
She didn't say anything, just stretched out her hand, stroked the coffin inch by inch, and wiped the snow off the coffin.
But how to wipe it clean
She wiped off an inch, and the empty space would be covered again. Her hands and face had long been numb from the cold, but she seemed to be unconscious, so she wiped like this, with gentle movements as if wiping. The face of a loved one.
“Leping…”
Seeing her like this, Xiao Jingxing couldn't bear it anymore, he walked forward with an umbrella, covered the snow above her head, and sighed, "Stop."
"Cousin." Gu Wuyou finally spoke. She hadn't spoken for more than ten days. When she just spoke, her voice was very soft and hoarse, "He loves cleanliness, I can't let him go home like this, He won't be happy."
“Leping…”
Xiao Jingxing looked at her and opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
He can only look at her like this, everyone is looking at her, looking at this delicate woman, standing beside the coffin, as if wiping the beloved thing, wiping the dark coffin inch by inch.
No one spoke.
The wind was getting stronger, as if someone was crying.
Gu Wuyou's long hair was also ruffled by the wind, but she didn't care about it. Some people put umbrellas over the coffin, and then more and more people, more and more umbrellas, all of them were red-eyed. After speaking, he watched Gu Wuyou clean the coffin quietly and silently.
finally.
The coffin was wiped clean.
A faint smile appeared on Gu Wuyou's delicate face, she put her face on the coffin, "General... I'm here to take you home."
"We..." she began, her voice soft, "going home."
Cold wind hunting.
Gu Wuyou stood by the coffin with an umbrella, and everyone was always by his side. The people in the capital were kneeling all over the long street, picking up their generals home in this way.
Li Qinyuan's funeral was very simple. When organizing the funeral, everyone was worried that Gu Wuyou would fall, but she always remained rational and sober, not crying or making trouble, calm and composed.
She received guests and chose the blessed land, without showing any weakness or unbearableness.
…
After the funeral.
Fu Xian knelt in front of Gu Wuyou in plain clothes.
"How did he die?" Gu Wuyou asked him, looking calm.
"He... was seriously injured in the battle of Yanmen Pass. Later, we were attacked by sneak attack. In order to protect me, he pierced his heart with arrows." Fu Xian lowered his head, but still couldn't hide the vicissitudes on his face, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse. , The back that had been straight before seemed to be hunched over now, "If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't die."
"He told me." Gu Wuyou looked at him and said irrelevant words, "You grew up together when you were young. When you were young, you protected him a lot, so I don't blame him for protecting you and dying."
"sister in law… "
Gu Wuyou raised his hand, stopped his repentance, and only asked, "Did he ever leave me anything?"
"When I got to him, he was out of breath, but he was holding a sachet firmly in his hand..." Fu Xian took out a blood-stained sachet from his arms and handed it to her.
Gu Wuyou looked at the sachet, his eyes moved slightly, and his hand on the table shook slightly.
quite a while.
She just reached out to take it.
This is the sachet she gave him when she married Li Qinyuan. At that time, her female popularity was not good, and the stitches were bad. Later, she always wanted to change it for him, but he still refused, completely refused. It was ashamed to hang on his waist all the time.
The blood on the sachet had already dried up.
She held it tightly, as if she could remember the way the man was holding the sachet before he died.
In fact, even if he didn't leave a message for her, she could guess what he would say. Even if he died, he would arrange everything for her and would not let her suffer any grievance. He is such a person, no matter whether he is If not, there will be a way out for her.
The wind and snow outside seemed to have not stopped, and the whirring sound made the house quieter.
I don't know how long it took.
Gu Wuyou only said, "You go down."
Fu Xian was still a little worried about her. After so long, the woman in front of her never cried, but it was not suitable for a man like him to stay too long, so he had to say, "I'll let Bai Lu come in."
After he finished speaking, he went out to look for Bai Lu, and before he could find Bai Lu, he saw Zhao Chengyou and his wife.
The husband and wife came towards him with umbrellas. Fu Xian and Zhao Chengyou looked at each other, but neither of them said a word. He was tired of Zhao Chengyou, but his wife was Gu Wuyou's cousin, so he didn't have the right to stop them. .
Watching their husband and wife walk forward without squinting, he pursed his lips and continued to look for Bai Lu.
When he reached the closed door, Zhao Chengyou said, "You stay outside." His voice was cold, not at all like his wife.
Seeing him like this, with sharp nails pinching the flesh of her palm, Wang Zhao couldn't help but flash a trace of jealousy and anger in her eyes, she suppressed her voice, but couldn't suppress the resentment in her heart, and said meanly, "You're just like that. Confidence, when Li Qinyuan is dead, she will come back to you?"
"She hates you so much that she has long since lost you. Even if Li Qinyuan dies, she will not go with you!"
Hearing these words, Zhao Chengyou turned his head abruptly, his usual warm and jade-like face was ashen at this time, and he couldn't hide his violent expression, "If you still want to be this Mrs. Zhao, just shut up for me. ."
Done.
He didn't care what she looked like, he pushed open the door and walked in.
Wang Zhao watched the moment he turned around, and completely removed the cruelty on his face, his movements were gentle, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and that kind of gentleness was completely different from his usual disguised appearance. Those deep phoenix eyes have a light that cannot be hidden.
She covered her heart like this, red eyes watching her husband enter another woman's room full of joy and anticipation.
The woman she called her cousin.
She could imagine what Gu Wuyou would think of her after Zhao Chengyou said those words later? She must be very proud. She tried her best to grab Zhao Chengyou from her. After so many years, she finally became Mrs. Zhao, but in the end she still had to watch her husband go to find her.
It's... ridiculous.
Even if the old door moved lightly, it still made a "squeak" sound.
Zhao Chengyou closed the door carefully, as if he was afraid of disturbing the cleanliness of the people in the room, or perhaps because he was afraid that the cold wind outside would freeze her, until he closed the door, and when there was no air-conditioning in the room, he called out to her, "Manman. ."
He shouted softly and softly.
He was very excited, and there was a smile on his face that he couldn't hide.
He was excited to be able to approach her at such a close distance again, with the heartbeat of "bang bang bang", he approached her step by step, and frowned when he saw her standing in front of the window holding Li Qinyuan's tablet. He still said warmly, "It's snowing hard outside, why are you standing there?"
"You came."
Gu Wuyou seemed to have guessed that he would appear for a long time, and did not look back. He only said lightly when he was about to close the window, "Open it, I want to see the snow."
Zhao Chengyou's hand paused, but as she wished, he withdrew his hand and stood beside her, his eyes still dazzled when he saw her face... After so many years, these people are all because of Years have changed.
Only she is the same as before.
The years seemed to treat her very favorably, and there was no trace on her face, even brighter than when she left him.
"I remember that when it was snowing, you liked to stay in my arms the most, and let me move the imperial concubine's couch to the window and hold you to see the snow outside..." Perhaps thinking of the past, Zhao Chengyou was trapped in the past two In the memories of people loving each other, he arched his eyebrows and couldn't help but lift his lips, "Manman, can I take you home?"
"Family?"
Gu Wuyou lowered his head, looked at the tablet in his hand, tangled his fingertips across his name, and smiled lightly, "I don't have a home anymore."
Zhao Chengyou hated her the most. When he was at the gate of the city that day, he wanted to pull her away from the coffin desperately, but he still had concerns in the eyes of the public that day, but now... He has no worries anymore.
He had a sullen face and a somewhat angry voice, "How come you don't have a home? I'm still alive!"
Aware of his attitude, Zhao Chengyou took a deep breath, forced the jealousy and resentment to the bottom of his heart, and said to her in a gentle tone, "Manman, I know that I was wrong in the past, you will give it to me again. One chance, let's start over, okay?"
"You don't have to worry about what other people think or what they say."
"I will treat you well, I will hold you in the palm of my hand, and I will love you for the rest of my life."
The more he spoke, the softer his voice became. His generous palms were placed on the top of her head, inch by inch, as if he were treating rare treasures, "Didn't you always want me to treat you well? I don't want anyone in the future, only you. , whatever you want, I will satisfy you."
Gu Wuyou looked at him and shook his head, "It's too late."
Seeing that Zhao Chengyou's expression changed slightly and she wanted to get angry again, she was not afraid at all, but instead smiled, "You always do this, you have to wait until things don't turn around before you know how to regret it."
Zhao Chengyou changed his face.
He opened his mouth to explain, but couldn't say anything.
Gu Wuyou didn't seem to care what he was thinking, he turned his head, let the wind and snow hit him, and re-looked at the plum blossoms outside, "When he left, he told me that he would pick plum blossoms with me on his back every winter, even if he was old. If you can't move your back, you will also hold my hand."
She smiled.
Looking at the white snow on his shoulders, he turned his gaze to the tablet covered with a layer of white snow. I didn't know what to think, and smiled slyly: "The head is full of snow, and it is also considered a white head."
"...You like him so much?!" Zhao Chengyou gritted his teeth from behind.
Gu Wuyou smiled.
She remembered the man who stood in front of her when she first met, raised his eyebrows and said to her, "You were like this before, and you didn't say a word when you were bullied." He laughed and cried, "Yeah, I like him so much."
"Really like… "
She couldn't help it a little, tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wept softly, "I like it so much."
"Worry-free!"
"I'm not allowed—" Zhao Chengyou's angry voice sounded in the room, but before he could finish speaking, he realized that the woman who had been standing in front of him with her back suddenly fell backwards. He was startled, but he quickly stretched out his hand. Take her in his arms.
"What’s wrong with you?"
His voice was suspicious.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a trace of blood dripping from the corner of Gu Wuyou's mouth, Zhao Chengyou's eyes widened, he seemed to have guessed something, his lips were shaking, "You..." She cried and wiped the corners of her mouth with trembling hands, but the blood couldn't be wiped clean.
He seemed to be crazy, and while wiping, he said angrily: "Go find a doctor, go find a doctor for me!"
The door was opened, and Wang Zhao walked in. She stared at the picture blankly, and then Bai Lu screamed, "Madam, what's wrong with you?!"
Zhao Chengyou hugged Gu Wuyou like this, his eyes were red, and he kept saying, "Don't die..."
"Manman, don't die, don't leave me."
"I won't let you die!"
Gu Wuyou ignored his voice. She just held the tablet and placed it firmly in her heart. In fact, her consciousness was not very clear. She seemed to see Li Qinyuan's figure in a trance. He was standing by her. In front of him, there was helplessness and pity on his face.
She laughed suddenly.
Reaching out his hand, facing the figure, he smiled and said, "General, take me home."