Just after the New Year's Eve, the village near the Taihu Lake was still in a festive state. There was a pair of couplets pasted on the gate of a small courtyard at the east end of the village. The words on the couplets were very elegant and powerful.
After staring at the couplet in a daze for a while, Ling Qingyu stopped Ye Po's movements, and quietly pushed open the courtyard door by himself.
The yard is not big, and there are only a few houses around it. There was a violent cough from the main house, and then an elegant voice said, "Is that Uncle Wu? I've already written your handwriting, here it is for you."
The door of the room was pushed open with a creak, and a man in Tsing Yi coughed violently while covering his mouth, handed out the scroll in his hand, and then raised his head and said: "I'm in a hurry, you use it first, wait for me in two days, I'll be better, I'll write you another..." Before he finished speaking, the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a slap, and the man's already pale face lost even a trace of blood.
"It's you..." Holding on to the door frame and trying to make his body stand still, many complex emotions flashed in the man's eyes, and finally returned to plainness. He looked at Ling Qingyu indifferently, and said with a faint smile: "I don't know what is the master of the Ling family?" What are you doing?"
"I can't figure it out." Ling Qingyu walked into the yard slowly, looked around, then sat down on the stone bench that Ye Po had cleaned with his sleeves, and said, "Even if the Gu family knows that there is a man in black who is Duan Wenrui's son, and even ordered to kill Duan Wenrui and the woman in the backyard, but how did he know that it was Ying Shisan? Shisan rarely shows up outside, and even if he is with me, no one knows his name. That servant is How did you know? How did Murong Zhan know?"
"I told him." The door frame couldn't support his weak body, Wang Xuanzhi sat down slowly, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and said: "As soon as the servant told me about his appearance, I knew it was Ying Shisan." , the people around you, I remember them all in my mind, and I have never forgotten them. I told him, this person is Ying Shisan, who has been with you for many years, and is your confidant, your confidant. man. "
Ling Qingyu's hands were clenched into fists, his nails dug into the palm of his hand, and there was unbearable anger on his face.
Wang Xuanzhi closed his eyes slightly, laughed lightly, and said in a soft voice: "You killed my whole family of Wang's family, even the women and children. Could it be that I can't take revenge?"
"Revenge?" Ling Qingyu sneered unknowingly, and said coldly, "If it wasn't for Yinfeng's help and Yingjiu's desperate protection, how many people in my Ling family would have died at the hands of your Wang family? Is there any innocence at all? Women and children? You know best what your Miss Wang family has done, why should I let them go?"
"Yes, what you said is correct, so," Wang Xuanzhi stood up vigorously, staggered a few steps, walked in front of her, pulled away Ye Po's knife, put his hands on the stone table beside her, and said with a smile : "I am also the Wang family, the last Wang family, you have left a curse, come on, kill me, and you will take revenge."
Looking at him quietly for a long time, Ling Qingyu was about to speak when a person rushed out from the kitchen, was blocked by Ye Po, fell to the ground, still got up and knelt and raised his head and shouted: "No, this matter has nothing to do with my family The matter of the young master! The head of the family! My young master didn’t say that! That Murong Zhan came to deceive the young master. He asked the young master if he knew such a person. He was very handsome, had a pair of very beautiful eyes, and liked to wear black clothes At that time, the young master just said to himself, saying yes, beautiful eyes? Ying Shisan? Then Murong Zhan left, and the young master said nothing else!"
Although the man kneeling on the ground had grown up, Ling Qingyu vaguely recognized that this man was the child Cheng Jia gave to Wang Xuanzhi back then. He said that the Wang family could not be trusted, so he gave him one of his children and asked him to take it with him. Chenzhou.
What this Tonger said is probably the truth. If Wang Xuanzhi and Murong Zhan were friends, they would not have stayed in this poor village for so many years and made a living by selling calligraphy. Hundreds of copper plates.
"Cheng Jia told me back then, and Yinfeng also told me a few days ago, Wang Xuanzhi, you never missed a single word about the Lingjia Village. I accept this love, and I will send you back to Bianjing. If you are willing , you can come out to do things, if you don’t want to, just treat it as my reward for buying so many calligraphy and paintings from you back then, and you can live with peace of mind.”
A group of carriages gradually moved away, and there were a few men in black standing outside the yard, waiting for them to pack their things. Tong'er knelt a few steps forward, helped Wang Xuanzhi, who was limp on the ground, and said in a low voice, "My lord, why don't you follow me?" Tell the truth, the head of the house? Why didn't you tell her that you didn't tell Murong Zhan about her situation all the time, and that you were forced to come to this kind of place?"
Wang Xuanzhi shook his head, supported the stone table and stood up, said: "I have nothing to say, I am a member of the Wang family, and she is a sworn enemy, and there is nothing else to say..."
In February, Ye Shili's soldiers approached the city of Hangzhou, besieged but did not attack.
In March, Cai Jingfang and others who were held hostage by Zhao Pu in the prison were rescued and killed the Zhao family's son and daughter at the same time.
In April, the Hangzhou defenders killed Zhao Pu and opened the door to surrender.
In May, Ling Qingyu and He Li went to Quanzhou in person to have a secret talk with Fan Ye, the Fujian Road transfer envoy.
In Quanzhou in May, the weather is already hot, but the sea breeze brings a little coolness.
Supporting He Li to walk along the seawall, Ling Qingyu felt very emotional.
He Li stopped in his tracks, wiped the sweat from her forehead with his sleeve, pointed to the embankment on one side and said, "I was there at that time, and you walked by here with the stupid look of picking up money all over your face." Smile, it’s a silly smile, okay, it’s a pure and innocent smile, even though you sympathized with us at the time, you didn’t want to cause trouble, and I’m not wrong, okay, you were very kind, and you finally returned it and bought us "Smiling to avoid Ling Qingyu's tickling hands attacking again, He Li hugged her, and said with a smile: "Qingyu, at that time, I thought, this is a good woman, if I marry her, I will love her forever She hurts her."
Ling Qingyu fell silent, put her arms around his waist, and put her head in his arms. His seizures have become more and more frequent, but as long as there is no one around, no matter how painful he is, he will not take medicine, but bear it by himself. Ling Qingyu is very clear about the pain of terminal cancer. Narcotics are unbearable to many people. At first, he would make excuses for her to leave as soon as he had an attack, but when she came back early and heard his suppressed **** outside the door, she couldn't bear it anymore and rushed in, and she didn't want to anymore. Leaving him, I would rather hug him and share the pain with him than let him endure the pain alone.
"Qing Yu, this life is too short..." After speaking halfway, He Li smiled and swallowed the rest of the words. In the next life, she might still want to be with Yan San.
"He Li," Ling Qingyu looked up, looked at his handsome and mature face even though he was much thinner, and said, "Let's get married."
He Li was startled, surprise flashed across his face, and then settled down, smiling and shaking his head.
"Why? You don't want to marry me?" Ling Qingyu pinched him unconsciously and said angrily.
"No," He Li hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her pouty mouth, and said, "We don't need that false name, Qing Yu, I won't live long..." If we get married, I will die, There are people who say anything, and all kinds of guesses will come out. The world has just been settled, and it is not yet stable, so there is no need to leave her uneasy factors.
With a slight smile, He Li kissed her cheek again, and said: "After you ascend the throne, if you want to chase after your husband, how about counting me in?"
Burying her head into his still generous and reassuring chest, Ling Qingyu's tears fell quietly. This person said he was selfish, but he was not thinking of himself, even if he said he violated Yang Zhao's wishes at that time, but , even if he blocked it at the time, how could he stop himself who was full of revenge, if he didn't do it, then he would take Yan Qi and the others away.