But no matter how urgent he was, he was still a step late. He didn't even see his wife for the last time. After he got the news that Lin was seriously ill, he hurried back quickly, only to see the cold body of his wife lying in the coffin. He looked at the heavy coffin, Leng Jun's face had always been pained, and his originally dark eyes were scarlet and scary at this time.
He said that when he comes back, he will always care about him... and why... He is in pain, because he misses his wife so much, and his eyes are hot and humid.
"Second Master." A young man dressed in linen stood quietly aside, arching his hands and bending over towards Zhao Yong.
"Say!" Zhao Yong didn't raise his eyelids, deliberately showing a calm look. In fact, his trembling voice had already betrayed him.
"Subordinates found it." After speaking, he quietly attached to Zhao Yong's ear, and told his master one by one what he found.
Zhao Yong's hands hanging on his side were tightly clenched into fists. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and when he stretched out his fists, his palms became bloody.
That night, the first son of Lu Guo and his wife died suddenly. Even the maids around him died several times, and the cause of death is unknown.
Lin died because of grievances, and because he refused to give up her husband, his soul has been wandering in the world. Many years later, she returned to the Palace of Yiwang, where she had stayed for three years.
It was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the back garden of Prince Yi's Mansion was covered in silver, and plum blossoms were blooming very well.
Wearing a black brocade robe, Zhao Yong is lying tilted on a bamboo chair in the back garden. His face is still cold, his eyes are gloomy, and he is holding a scroll tightly in his arms, quietly looking at the plum forest in front of him. There are tears.
"Wan'er..." He whispered, but he kept coughing. The maid standing quietly in the distance heard the sound and wanted to come up to serve him. He swept over with a sharp eye, and the maid stood down. She didn't dare to take a step forward.
Zhao Yong retracted his gaze and dropped his gaze gently on the scroll that he held in his arms. He slowly unfolded the scroll, and then a smile came out from the corners of his mouth. He moved his lips together, and a kiss fell on the face of the delicately painted girl. The girl was gentle and quiet, wearing a yellow skirt with her black hair at her waist, and the corners of her lips were shallow.
Lin looked at the girl in the painting, tears in her eyes burst even more, and she tightly covered her mouth.
Zhao Yong coughed for a while, then closed his eyes slightly, and gasped lightly: "Wan'er, Shen'er is already very impressive now. He has not lost his fame and record to his father, and has been able to support the lintel independently. Wan'er, know you I miss my son. My son and I miss you very much. Maybe you don’t know. Shen'er met his favorite girl. The stinky boy fell in love with the girl as soon as she saw her. She really didn’t know anything about it!"
Lin looked at her husband quietly, squatted down next to him, and said with a slight smile: "Son and his father are people who value love and righteousness. Once the roots of love are deep, do they never let go? Ever?" She quietly buried her face in front of her husband's chest, rubbing against him and said, "Zidu, tell me, did you fall in love with me at first sight? You just thought that Lu Yuan would treat me well forever, so you chose to be silent. Give up. If I hadn't been abandoned by the Lu Mansion, would you really not marry for the rest of your life?"
Zhao Yong's eyes flickered, and he whispered: "Yan'er, I know that you are by my side and I can feel your presence. Wan'er, did you come home to pick me up?" His eyes were calm. , Raised the corners of his mouth, continued to look down at the scroll in his arms, and used some strength with his arms, "You stay with me, I only want you to stay with me."
The man whispered, like a child, as if begging for a love that he would never get.
He always thought that the person his wife loved was always that person, and even the final death was due to that person.
Lin burst into tears, she shook her head fiercely, and wanted to tell him that she was his wife, she was his wife, and she was the only one in her heart.
But it's useless, she is just a wisp of ghost, a wisp of smoke that has wandered in this world for many years.
Zhao Yong's chest shuddered, and then the corners of his mouth gradually bleed. He turned his head to look at the piece of Merlin, and then thought of the sea of fragrant snow when he first saw her.
Shen'er follows him. Once he knows who is right, he will not marry in this life.
Lin watched her husband die in front of her, but she was helpless. She was just a ghost, she couldn't do anything.
She gently lay on his chest, pressed her side face to his still warm chest, and whispered softly: "I finally understand your original mood. I watched my most beloved person die in front of my eyes but couldn't do anything about it. It feels more painful than Wan Jian Chuan Xin. Zidu, if there is an afterlife, we should never miss each other again."
In fact, the grievance has been reported, and the hatred in her heart should be eliminated, but she is not reconciled, she is not reconciled if she has not been able to grow old with the one she loves deeply.