Lingyuan knelt on the ground on one knee and did not speak out to defend himself.
Gu Hai watched his expression change, but remained silent for a long time.
The night wind blew, and the lights on the car swayed into broken shadows.
"The Eighteenth Mother knows?" Gu Hai suddenly asked.
Lingyuan lowered his head and said nothing.
"Let's go." Gu Hai exhaled and said calmly, lowering the car curtain.
After hearing this, Ah Si hurriedly led his horse forward.
"Master, these are some..." Lingyuan raised his head and said, taking out a book from his arms and raising it above his head.
Gu Hai's car did not stop, nor did he pay any attention to it.
"Master..." Lingyuan stood up, grabbed the shaft of the car, and said with a little urgency and sadness, "Master, save Mr. Yang..."
The last sentence was spoken in a low voice, but it was clearly transmitted to Gu Hai's ears in the car.
"What did you say?" He opened the curtain and looked at Lingyuan and asked.
Lingyuan did not speak anymore, but raised the book in his hand again.
Gu Hai looked at him for a moment, and finally reached out to take it. He turned on the car lights and took one look, his expression suddenly changed.
"This is..." He closed the book with a snap and looked at Lingyuan with a bit of disbelief.
"...I have been preparing for a long time, but no one is willing to take it..." Lingyuan looked at him with red eyes, "I don't know how to let the people above know..."
Gu Hai looked at him, his chest heaving violently, he had a thousand words to ask in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, nothing came out.
What's there to say? nothing to say.
"Don't tell Miss and Lingbao..." Lingyuan lowered his gaze.
Everyone walks their own path, and no one else should be burdened, frightened, or frightened except for themselves.
Gu Hai looked at him and closed his eyes slightly.
"I'm leaving, young master..." Lingyuan whispered and turned around.
"Wait a minute." Gu Hai called out.
Lingyuan stopped his feet and turned around.
Gu Hai looked at him, his heavy expression faded away, replaced by a slight sense of sadness, and he said slowly: "These things are too dangerous, don't do it in the future..."
His tone was low and dry, as if he was speaking out of his own mouth so helplessly.
"Young Master..." Lingyuan was very surprised.
Gu Hai lowered his head and looked at the book in his hand, a wry smile appeared on his face.
"It's useless..." He shook his head and said, "It's useless..."
"Young Master..." Lingyuan looked at him, his eyes shining slightly in the darkness, "Young Master is also...scared..."
Gu Hai smiled, looked up at the dark night sky, and sighed, "You don't understand, I don't understand either..."
Lingyuan looked at him with some confusion.
"He's right, one person can neither build up a country nor destroy it. This is not a matter of one person..." Gu Hai said softly, his voice full of helplessness, "These are all... the Holy Family..."
This sentence floated gently into Lingyuan's ears, and his expression suddenly became unclear. He was indeed not a very smart person, but that was because he lacked the experience of being human and worldly. Now that he was watching on this bloodless battlefield, some things were not clear to him. Thoroughly understand.
Yes, that’s right, holy ones, that is heaven, that is the Son of God. Can a person who is protected by the Son of God, the Son of Heaven, be a sinful person? Doesn’t that mean that God is wrong and God is wrong
"Go ahead. Since you are not that kind of person, just find an opportunity and leave." Gu Hai said softly, with a strong sense of weariness in his voice, and he lowered the curtain.
"Then... then Mr. Yang..." Lingyuan took a few steps forward, his voice filled with urgency, panic and helplessness.
"The officialdom is different from the battlefield. In fact, it is wrong to injure the enemy by one thousand and hurt yourself by eight hundred." Gu Hai's voice came in a low voice, "I think there will be other ways, but now I really have no choice... Ling Yuan, I, Gu Hai, am going to be a coward, because I don’t know if we, sons, can’t exchange our lives for our father’s understanding. Is it worth it if I do this... even if I lose my life? , what else can be done?”
The carriage gradually went away, and Lingyuan stood there, looking into the deep dark night.
It’s no use… it’s no use….
I don't know how long it took before he slowly turned around, wrapped the cloak around him tightly, and slowly disappeared into the night.
The activities of Gu Shiba Niang and Peng Yizhen were restricted to this small courtyard. Gu Ba Niang, in particular, had hardly left the door of the study in the past ten days. It felt like there was no sun or moon in the mountains. a feeling of.
"Today is the eighth day of September..." She picked up a pen and lightly made a mark on the paper, "It goes by so fast..."
Someone pushed the door open and came in. Gu Shiba Niang hurriedly picked up the whisk and made a gesture of cleaning the books on the shelf.
"The weather is nice today, and the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard is in bloom..." Huang Huang said with a smile, "Why don't you go and break some branches..."
"Let's ask Dr. Peng first if we can..." Gu Shiba Niang replied seriously.
"Mrs. Gu is better to be careful." Waitress Huang shook her hands and said with a smile.
"Ask me what?" Peng Yizhen's voice came from behind the bookshelf.
When Gu Shiba Niang and Huang Huang heard the sound, they turned their heads, and when they saw the person, their expressions suddenly changed with surprise.
"Prince" they called in unison, taking a few steps over at the same time.
Peng Yizhen had already stepped aside, and King Wenjun walked out slowly. Perhaps he had been lying down for too long, and his walking posture was a little stiff.
"Are you ready to go?" Tears burst into tears from Chamberlain Huang's eyes.
Peng Yizhen nodded, "Walking more, it's good to walk more, the qi and blood will flow smoothly."
There are only a few days left until the prince canonizes the throne. Until then, a substitute must not be allowed to appear.
"Is it really okay?" Gu Shiba Niang looked at Peng Yizhen and cast a questioning look.
Peng Yizhen nodded.
"Have the sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed?" King Wenjun asked calmly, looking outside the door. The sun was shining brightly and there were many shadows on the ground.
"Yes, it's going really well..." Waitress Huang said with a smile on her face as she wiped away her tears.
Prince Wen stopped talking and walked out.
Waiter Huang hurriedly followed.
"Go tell them that they can evacuate." Prince Wen said slowly, stepped over the threshold and stood in the shadow of the sun.
From today on, he will appear in person and no longer use a substitute.
Waiter Huang looked solemn, bowed his head in response, and walked out in small steps.
Prince Wenjun paused for a moment and looked around, as if he was no longer familiar with the familiar environment. After a while, he walked along the road towards a flower tree.
Gu Shiba Niang hesitated for a moment and followed.
Watching the two of them walking in tandem, Peng Yizhen scratched his head. As an old man, he really had no interest in flower viewing, so he should seize the time to read more books and prick himself a few times to practice his skills. The chances may be a little higher.
He shook his fist and took a deep breath of the cool air of late autumn. Who doesn't want to be alive
"I didn't think so before..." Prince Wenjun stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, looked at the blooming flowers, and took a gentle breath, "Only after I only knew the medicinal smell in March, did I realize that this flower tastes really good..."
Gu Shiba Niang followed him and looked up. The autumn wind blew by, causing a petal to fly in the air, attracting bees and butterflies.
Yes, it’s great to be alive. What’s better than living? How could you be willing to end your own life for the sake of one person
If I had survived that time, I might have lived well, even if I was alone.
"What are you thinking about?" Prince Wen's voice came from beside him.
"Oh, it's nothing." Gu Shiba Niang looked back, pursed her lips and smiled, reaching out to catch a few falling petals. The small ones were white and fragrant, "Why don't you make a sachet for the prince to drive away the flowers?" The smell of medicine..."
"No need." Prince Wen said calmly and took a few steps with his hands behind his back.
Gu Shiba Niang lowered her lips slightly, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand to grab a flower branch and shake it into her palm. She squatted on the ground and wrapped it in a handkerchief and tied it around her waist.
Prince Wenjun turned his head and looked at her from a few steps away, with a calm and indifferent expression. He helped her stand up before turning away and walking slowly to one side along the road.
"Are you tired?" Gu Shiba Niang followed up in small steps and asked carefully, "Does it hurt?"
After this period of acupuncture and medication, the symptoms of lethargy have been relieved a lot, but this is in exchange for the tingling pain in the body.
In late autumn, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the smooth forehead of King Wenjun, who was wearing a jacket.
Looking at him so calmly and leisurely, it's actually like walking barefoot on the tip of a knife.
"At least, I can still feel the pain." Prince Wen replied with a smile on his face.
Gu Shiba Niang sighed softly and stretched out her hand to hold his arm.
Prince Wen seemed a little surprised. Perhaps he was not used to someone being so close to him, so his body stiffened slightly.
"I seem to have reached the point where I need help?" he said suddenly.
His expression was still indifferent, but after spending this time together, Gu Shiba Niang could already hear some emotions in his words. Although it was often her own guess, at least at this time she could be sure that Prince Wenjun It wasn't displeasure, there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"It is my honor to ask the prince to show my face to you." Gu Shiba Niang firmly held his arm with one hand, and with the other hand she shortened her body and gave him a half salute, and said solemnly.
"Correct." A smile appeared on Prince Wen's lips, and he replied briefly.
Walking slowly through the tree-shaded path, although Prince Wen seemed to be in high spirits, Gu Shiniang still couldn't refuse and took him towards the study.
Feeling the resistance from Prince Wen's arm, Gu Shiba Niang raised her eyes to look at him and said with a bit of solemnity: "If you save your strength and energy, you have to use it in front of others. You can see the scenery whenever you want... Just wait. You can watch it as long as you want..."
Prince Wenjun also looked at her, his eyes pouring down from a high position, mixed with the light and shadow dancing above his head, making it difficult for people to look directly at her.
"Really?" he asked calmly.
"Yes." Gu Shiba Niang nodded.
Prince Wenjun raised his feet and turned towards the study. Gu Shiba Niang breathed a sigh of relief and followed.
"Brother Wen," a woman's tender call came from behind.
The two of them were startled at the same time. Prince Wen stopped and Gu Shiba Niang also turned to look.
I saw a woman in palace attire walking slowly from the front of the courtyard. Her face was beautiful, her complexion was fair, her hair was tied up with gold hairpins, and her demeanor and steps all showed her luxury.
Behind her were three or four impressive maids, among whom was the Huang eunuch who had a sad face and smiled apologetically.
"Princess Baiyu, you said you were leaving, why did you come here again..." He begged in a low voice.
Princess Baiyu ignored him at all, walking gracefully and calmly, holding her hands in front of her, with a faint smile on her face.
"Old Huang'er, is this what you said about Brother Wen being inconvenient to see guests?" She said slowly, her eyes falling on the hands of Gu Shiba Niang and Prince Wen who were supporting each other, Liu Yemei raised her eyebrows slightly, and a fierce aura suddenly appeared. flow out