Lu Wenzheng learned that only Lian Nanchun could detoxify Baihua Gu, so he asked Ling Yun: "Why don't you ask her to save you?"
The two were in a stalemate when Lu Wenzheng's child Rong'er suddenly walked in hurriedly and said in panic: "Sir, outside...Princess Changqing is here!..."
Ling Yun was startled for a moment, looked at Lu Wenzheng and said, "Why do you want to tell my mother?"
Lu Wenzheng smiled bitterly and said: "The fire cannot be contained in the paper. How can I not report such a major matter to the princess and the Marquis?"
But Princess Chang Qing was devastated when she learned that Ling Yun was poisoned by "hundred flower poison". She scolded He Yuting, He Luwei, Yu Shi and others without any explanation.
It's their fault that they shouldn't have encouraged Ling Yun to go to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice to help Lu Wenzheng handle some cases; but now, they haven't rescued this one yet, and they have to pay for it again.
Then, regardless of everyone's obstruction, he took only Yan Cui, Bi Yun and a few other maids and attendants, took a phoenix chariot, and rushed to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice in a hurry.
Seeing Lu Wenzheng, he showed no mercy at all and scolded him, "At first, I tried my best to oppose Zhichao's investigation of this case, but you people only consider the problem from your own standpoint. I tried to persuade him to participate in the investigation of the case, but now things are like this, are you satisfied?
"Lu Wenzheng, let me tell you, I only have a son like Zhichao. If he really has any shortcomings because of this, I will not let it go with you people!"
When she said this, her plain face was tight, her tear-filled eyes shone with a cold and cold light, and even the corners of her mouth were twitching slightly.
Facing Princess Chang Qing's thunderous wrath, Lu Wen's face was as pale as dirt, and he stood with his hands lowered. He said with sincerity and fear: "Yes, Wei Chen is guilty! This matter is really due to Wei Chen's lack of consideration. If Wei Chen hadn't repeatedly said Please ask him to return to the Ministry of Justice and assist the government in arresting people and handling cases. If you think about it, things will not develop to the point where they are today..."
Seeing this, Ling Yun frowned slightly, and said with some fear: "Mother, please don't say that. You can't blame Mr. Lu for this matter. It's all because of the child's poor handling."
Princess Chang Qing looked at him, tears in her eyes almost bursting out, "Zhichao, why are you still saying such things now? If you had listened to your mother earlier, why would you have done this? ?”
There was a hint of persistence and determination in Ling Yun's eyes, "If I were to start over again and have to choose again, I would still stick to what I did before.
"Cheng Qi is my brother. Seeing that he is involved in this case for no apparent reason, how can I, as a brother, ignore him?
"The love between brothers is something that lasts forever; if I miss this opportunity to help him and save him, and something happens to him because of it, then shouldn't I regret it for the rest of my life?"
Princess Chang Qing looked helplessly at her son who was determined to have his own way, and sighed: "Yes, this time you helped him find out the facts of the case and get out of the predicament. You don't regret it - but have you ever considered yourself?" What's your situation? Now that you are like this, what should you do?"
Ling Yun smiled bitterly, "This may be my destiny. If I can escape it, it's a blessing. If I can't escape it, maybe it's my destiny."
"You..." Princess Chang Qing glanced at her son heartbrokenly, feeling as if her heart was being torn apart, with bouts of cramping.
After a long while, she raised her dull eyes and looked at him, "Zhichao, tell me the truth, how do you feel now?"
Ling Yun shook his head pretending to be relaxed and said: "It's okay..." Before he finished speaking, he felt the blood and blood surge in his chest, his throat was salty, and he choked on a mouthful of blood.
Princess Chang Qing was horrified and said: "You still said everything was fine! Mr. Lu, tell me the truth, what happened to Zhichao?"
Lu Wenzheng turned his deep eyes and had an idea. Ignoring Ling Yun's obstruction, he immediately told the story about how he was poisoned but refused to cooperate with the treatment.
Princess Chang Qing's heart trembled, and her chest suddenly felt congested. She glared at him hatefully, and her voice became hoarse, "Zhichao, I originally thought you were a strong-willed person, but I didn't expect you to give up on yourself so much!
"Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about your poor mother! If something really happens to you, what will you do if you make me your mother?..."
Lu Wenzheng, in line with the mentality of "it's not too big to watch the excitement", also said: "My eldest son, just listen to the princess, even if Lu is begging you!"
As he spoke, he stood up tremblingly and was about to bow down again, but Ling Yun was so panicked that he stopped him in a hurry.
Princess Changqing used both soft and hard tactics, intimidation and inducement; Master Lu added fuel to the fire and added insult to injury; under the "attack from the left and right" of the two masters, Ling Yun had little power to fight back, and was eventually killed and lost. .
Rolling his eyes at them speechlessly, he had no choice but to reluctantly pick up his pen, think for a moment, and then write a few words on the white silk with dots and flying phoenixes:
"Jade Qing is like meeting:
I am now poisoned by the "Hundred Flower Poison" of the Sky Owl, and my life is at stake. I heard that you have an antidote, and I thought about it over and over again. I am sending this book to you, and I will leave it to you to decide whether to leave it or not. I will never force you, and there is no need for you to embarrass me.
Sincerely.
Well-known without “year, month, day”
After writing, he threw the pen and handed the letter to the two of them.
Princess Chang Qing took the white silk and browsed it briefly, then murmured: "Is this jade girl your confidante? Alas, I really want to meet this beautiful and mysterious woman and see who she is. Also, it makes my Lin'er think of her so deeply and unswervingly..."
Listening to his mother's words, Ling Yun couldn't help but feel a surge of heart and a myriad of thoughts; then he gradually calmed down, leaving only a trace of lingering bitterness and sadness in his heart.
"However," Princess Chang Qing frowned slightly and said, "Zhichao, the words you used in the letter you sent to her are too blunt. What about 'it's up to you to decide whether to stay or go', what about 'never force anything'..." ...There is no sincerity at all. Wouldn’t it be bad if I offended this girl and all my previous efforts were wasted?”
Lingyun's eyebrows were raised, and they seemed to be flowing with brilliance in the cold sunshine of late autumn. "Mother, there is only so much I can do. Please don't force me anymore, okay?"
Princess Chang Qing was well aware of her son's stubborn character, so she could only sigh softly and say nothing more.
Lu Wenzheng carefully sealed the white silk, and ordered Tong'er Ronger to follow Ling Yun's instructions, tie the letter to the leg of the white dove that communicated the emotional information between the two, and let the little white angel fly out.
Then everyone anxiously waited for a reply.
One day, two days... just two days, it seemed like two long and torturous years had passed in the hearts of Lu Wenzheng, Princess Changqing and others.
For the past two days, Princess Chang Qing has been staying at the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice, waiting beside Ling Yun's bed with her clothes on, unable to sleep at night, her eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.
Regardless of everyone's dissuasion, she resolutely guarded Ling Yun, only reciting a few lines of poems from her predecessors:
"It was once lonely, golden and dark,
No news pomegranate red.
The spots have been tied to the bank of weeping poplars,
What's the matter with the good wind in the southwest? "
Finally one day came the longed-for return of the white dove from afar. That night, the moonlight was like water and the night was hazy.
Princess Chang Qing took the reply letter from Lu Wenzheng with trembling hands, and opened it with trembling hands, only to see four lines of poetry in the letter:
"I came with empty words and left without a trace,
It's five o'clock in the morning upstairs.
Liu Lang already hated Pengshan for being far away.
It is even more separated by Pengshan Mountain, which weighs ten thousand. "
These are four lines from the poem "Untitled" by Li Shangyin, a poet from the Tang Dynasty.
After Princess Chang Qing looked at it, her face turned pale, her eyes turned black, and she almost fell down. Thanks to the green clouds and smoke around her, she was supported.
Princess Chang Qing burst into tears and said, "I never expected that this woman would be so heartless..."
Lu Wenzheng took the reply letter from the princess and read it again. He felt disappointed and sighed speechlessly.
Ling Yun's expression at this time was actually very calm. He just said indifferently: "This was what I expected. I didn't agree to write to her at the beginning because I knew that it would be useless.
"If she wants to help me, she will come naturally; if she doesn't want to, no one can do anything to her - she is such a woman with character."
Princess Chang Qing said bitterly: "You are still speaking for her now? This kind of woman refuses to save her, is ruthless and unjust - Zhichao, don't you hate her at all?"
Ling Yun said silently: "I was the one who blamed her first. If I hate her, it should be her who hates me."
Princess Chang Qing sighed: "Oh, I really don't understand what's going on between you..."
Ling Yun sighed softly, and an unspeakable emotion flashed across his deep eyes, "No one can understand the relationship between me and her. The fact that I can have this retribution now is God's punishment for me.
"At the beginning, I claimed to love her deeply, but I hurt her so deeply. I was sorry for her! If my death can bring back her understanding of me, I will die without regrets..."
Princess Changqing burst into tears.
At this moment, Yang Zhen outside the window suddenly shouted: "Who is that?" The sword was unsheathed, followed by the sound of fighting and clashing.
A black figure flashed under the moonlight like a swallow in the water, and disappeared into the distance.
Princess Chang Qing and Lu Wenzheng were about to shout "catch the assassin", but Ling Yun raised his hand to stop them.
"My lord, mother, don't panic. Please sit quietly in the room and don't disturb other people. Let me go out and have a look. I'll be back soon."
After Ling Yun said this, he did not allow the two of them to ask any more questions. He got off the brocade couch, grabbed the sword on the case and went out.
After walking a few steps forward, he saw the familiar figure under the watery moonlight that made his heart beat.
The man had a graceful figure and walked forward slowly, as if he was waiting for him intentionally. It would not have been difficult for Ling Yun to catch up with her in the past, but now he was poisoned and extremely weak. After walking a few steps, he was exhausted and out of breath.
The two of them left the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice one after another, and finally stopped in a secluded alley.
The woman turned around and gently pulled off the scarf on her face.
Ling Yun stopped, his wound was still aching, and he felt his heart beating very fast.
He stared at her beautiful and indifferent face for a long time, and the deep affection in his eyes surged like a tidal wave.
He breathed out gently and said: "Chun'er, it's really you..."
