Happy and contented...
How can she be happy when her loved one has passed away?
Zhang Wenrong turned around and stumbled out. She wanted to bring Huailin back, even if it was just a skeleton.
He shouldn't have ended up like this, he shouldn't have ended up like this...
Zhang Jin chased after him and knocked Zhang Wenrong unconscious from behind. He picked up the person and sent him to the room with Wei Wan leading the way.
Zhang Wenrong was placed on the bed and covered with a quilt.
Holding his hands in a salute, Zhang Jin was sincerely grateful: "Thank you very much, miss, for taking care of my roommate."
"It's your duty, no need to be polite." Wei Wan looked at the bed and asked, "What should I do if she wakes up? Keep knocking her unconscious?"
Shaking his head, Zhang Jin frowned: "I don't know what to do. My sister-in-law and Huailin have had a deep relationship since childhood. If the emperor hadn't interfered, they would have been married a long time ago. Now that things are happening like this, I really don't know what to do. comfort her."
Love is deep and love is shallow, yin and yang are separated.
Wei Wan sighed, the deeper the love, the more painful it will be. I hope Ms. Zhang will be strong and hold on.
In the darkness, Zhang Wenrong felt as if his body was soaking in the river. Floating around, unable to find the other side.
She wanted to open her eyes and stand up.
No matter how much I screamed in my heart, my body still couldn't move. Where is she?
Where is it...
Slowly opening his eyes, Zhang Wenrong looked at the bed curtain in a daze. Memories from before flooded into her mind, but she seemed to have run out of grief, leaving only peace and a sense of unreality in her heart.
Thinking of Sang Xu's smiling face while riding the horse, a tear fell from the corner of his eye.
Wei Wan entered the house and found that the person was awake.
She sat on the edge of the bed and helped Zhang Wenrong up: "My condolences, please don't hurt your body."
The dead are dead, and the living still need to live. Wei Wan hoped that she would let go and get over the pain.
"Miss Wei, please help me go to see His Majesty." Zhang Wenrong wiped away his tears and got out of bed, "I don't know why, but I'm very weak."
"Okay." Wei Wan supported her.
Zhang Wenrong moved slowly step by step. Her face was calm and her steps were firm. When she regained her strength, she thanked and let go of Wei Wan's hand.
Wei Wan followed, looking at her thin body with her back straight, like a tough green bamboo.
Royal study room.
Zhang Wenrong knelt on his knees and kowtowed to Zhu Qinghong respectfully: "I beg your majesty to help the women of the country take him back."
"It's just a trivial matter. There is no need to perform such a big ceremony." Zhu Qinghong went to help Zhang and inquire about his appearance.
But she didn't want to get up and stubbornly knelt down.
"The daughter of the people knows that she has little talent and little ability. She can't help His Majesty in any way." Zhang Wenrong kowtowed and stared at the ground quietly, "The daughter of the people is willing to help His Majesty win the Sheng Kingdom without bloodshed. All I ask is that Your Majesty can give the people a place to live. Let them have food to eat and clothing to eat.”
Zhu Qinghong squatted down and solemnly supported Zhang and asked, "Isn't it what a king should do to keep his people fed and clothed?"
With tears filling his eyes, Zhang Wenrong smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Please take Huailin home. He should not be humiliated like that."
"It should be so." Zhu Qinghong stood up and picked up Zhang Wenrong, "Come with me. Let's go pick him up."
Zhang Wenrong had many worries, fearing that he would become a burden. Seeing Zhu Qinghong's relaxed expression, she nodded.
Walking out of the hall, Zhu Qinghong summoned a car-shaped speeder. She sat on the driver's seat and looked at Zhang Wenrong: "Come up."
The iron lump in front of me is unknown, so I am afraid. Zhang Wenrong mustered up the courage to get in the car and sat nervously in the passenger seat.
Zhu Qinghong smiled and drove.
The vehicle started and took to the sky. Zhang Wenrong was startled and grabbed the car seat tightly.
The speed was very smooth, and she gradually relaxed. Turning to look out the window, Zhang Wenrong looked down at the earth from an angle he had never seen before.
The ferocious monster no longer looks huge and seems to pose no threat. The vast land spreads to unknown distances...
She looked at it, unconsciously fascinated.
When they arrived at the capital of Sheng Kingdom, Zhang Wenrong came back to his senses and got off the bus with Zhu Qinghong.
The two stood in front of the city gate and clearly saw a human head hanging on the wall. As Zhang Wenrong walked past with a dull gaze, he walked faster and faster.
Standing under the city gate, she really wanted to identify the face of that head. But it was covered by long hair and couldn't be seen clearly at all.
The soldiers guarding the city saw Zhang Wenrong.
There was a wanted notice posted on the city wall, and it was clearly her picture. The soldiers quickly reported it to the police.
Zhu Qinghong took out a dart and shot it to break the rope. The rope broke and the head fell down.
Zhang Wenrong hurriedly reached out to pick it up, and didn't feel relieved until it was full. She held the head in her arms and gently brushed the hair from his face.
That face slowly appeared...
It's him……
The face that haunted her was unmistakable. The suppressed emotions broke out instantly, and Zhang Wenrong hugged the person's head and broke down crying.
When sending her away, he said goodbye silently.
It turned out that was really the last time they saw each other, and they didn't even say goodbye properly...
Scenes of her past interactions with him emerged before her eyes. Happy, sweet, sad, painful...
As long as Huailin is by her side, she is never afraid.
But, the smile has faded, the lover has passed away, and there is no going back...
"Huailin, Asu. You promised to marry me when you come back. You promised..." Zhang Wenrong burst into tears.
If he were still here, he would definitely not be able to leave her and make her sad. If he were still here, he would hug her and comfort her.
Crying until he almost fainted, Zhang Wenrong quietly held his head. He is so precious that he only has one head left...
Huailin, how could you bear to leave her? How could he bear to never smile at her, look at her, or protect her again?
Zhang Wenrong lowered his voice and sobbed, his eyes blurred with tears and he couldn't see anything clearly. Huailin, Huailin, don't go, don't go...
A general led a group of soldiers out of the city in a hurry and surrounded Zhang Wenrong.
He finally had a chance to perform meritorious service: "Zhang Wenrong of the Zhang family, you dare to show up at the feet of the emperor, on the edge of the imperial city. The emperor has an order to capture Zhang Wenrong alive. Why don't you just go ahead and capture him!"
The tears stopped and the grief was suppressed. Zhang Wenrong gently touched the face that he loved deeply.
Huailin, she was wrong, she was really wrong.
I once thought that for the sake of the family and the people, why not sacrifice her? But Fenghan is not a good enemy. No matter how they give in or evade, they will always be found.
Find them and kill them all. One compromise and another compromise pushed the Zhang family into the abyss of destruction.
The country and its people are in danger.
As an emperor, he still insists on having his own way. Feng Han is not worthy to be the emperor of Sheng Kingdom, and he is not worthy to be the king.
Seeing that Zhang Wenrong did not respond, the general immediately ordered action. The soldiers came forward to arrest him. Zhu Qinghong smiled, and the blade in his hand turned into countless flying knives.
The flying knives whizzed past at wind-like speed, leaving a trail of blood on every soldier's neck.
It was a very thin wound, and it didn't bleed much, but it killed everyone. The soldiers fell, and the generals were horrified.
"You are not qualified to take someone in front of me." Zhu Qinghong's figure flashed, and the flying knives gathered at high speed and wiped the general's neck.
The general's eyes widened, he fell down clutching his neck and refused to rest in silence. Zhang Wenrong looked at Zhu Qinghong in surprise, as if meeting him for the first time.
"Let's go. Take him back." Zhu Qinghong turned around and walked towards the speed car parked in front, "Having a head is better than not having one."
There is only one head hanging on the wall, and the body is missing. Zhang Wenrong knew full well that Huailin's body was probably destroyed.
Feng Han was so crazy and cruel, how could he leave Huailin's body intact? Zhang Wenrong got into the car and gently wiped Ren Tou's face with his sleeves.
The speed car starts and flies into the sky.
Zhang Wenrong took the trouble to touch his face, even though it was already ashen as death.
The car was very dull and no one spoke.
Returning to the General's Mansion, Zhang Wenrong saluted and thanked him again. Zhu Qinghong smiled and waved his hand to enter the palace.
Zhang Wenrong brought Sang Xu's head back to the room. She selfishly wants to keep his head and stay by her side.
Reason told her that death is like a lamp going out, ashes return to ashes, and soil returns to dust.
Zhang Wenrong smiled sadly: "Huailin, goodbye."
She still had a lot to do and couldn't stay immersed in sadness. Zhang Wenrong cremated the head and scattered the ashes under the tree.
Zhang Jin, who saw this scene from a distance, sighed helplessly. By some mistake, they couldn't be together after all.
After scattering the ashes, Zhang Wenrong walked up to Zhang Jin: "Brother, I will go back with you. It's time to do something."
"Okay." Zhang Jin looked at Zhang Wenrong's calm face and became even more worried. Sometimes it’s not that I’m not sad or in pain, but that I keep everything in my heart.
The longer you suppress it, the more painful the scar will be. Can't forget, can't cut it off, let the mind wander in the past and can't get out.
Zhang Wenrong smiled slightly, his eyes calm.
The next day, Zhang Jin came to pick up Zhang Wenrong. When the door opened, he saw her combing her hair in a woman's bun.
Zhang Jin wanted to ask, but didn't dare.
Maybe that's okay. Who has ever fallen passionately in love with such a handsome young man?
They bid farewell to Zhu Qinghong together.
Zhu Qinghong gave her a mechanical bird: "Keep in touch at any time."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Zhang Wenrong saluted, turned and left. Go to her battlefield to protect the country in danger.
Zhang Wenrong and Zhang Jin rode two leopards day and night. The Zhang family was defeated and fled, hiding and waiting for the opportunity.
Now the time has come.
In the General's Mansion, a soft couch is placed in the palace.
The black panther lay on it with his eyes closed and his ears moving from time to time.
Zhu Qinghong lay on his side to rest, using the black panther as a pillow. After genetic modification, the black panther has the ability to talk to humans. It is used to being a leopard and rarely speaks.
Zhu Qinghong turned over and lay flat with his hands folded: "Don't say it, it's much more comfortable to lie down with a fleshy body."
Black Panther opened his eyes and rolled his eyes in the hope that no one would see him.
Zhu Qinghong smiled: "Rolling your eyes at me, are you feeling itchy?"
How does she know?
Black Panther was startled, then thought about it and didn't care.
There is no evidence, what can be done with it? What's wrong with rolling your eyes? It just turns over, it turns over.
Zhu Qinghong raised his hand and touched the black panther's head, which frightened it. Don't you want to strangle it to death?
"I'll tell you some bad news." Zhu Qinghong turned to look at the Black Panther and said with a half-smile, "The system obtained through genetic modification is the secondary system, and Ono is the primary system. The host of the secondary system is always monitored by the primary system. If anything goes wrong, good idea……"
"Treacherous!" Black Panther yelled, then covered his mouth. No, it is a noble black panther, how can it speak human language.
"The language skills are well developed." Zhu Qinghong stood up and lay barefoot, "Find more people to talk to, don't let it go to waste."
"I am the king of leopards, how can I waste my small ability of speaking?" Black Panther sneered.
Zhu Qinghong stopped, turned around and said with a smile: "To claim the title of king in front of me is indeed the courage of a leopard. You should dig it out and take a look."
The Black Panther's eyes widened, and he jumped to the ground to show weakness and lie down: "Your Majesty, a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue."
"Slip of the tongue?" Zhu Qinghong walked over, stretched out his foot and stepped on the black panther's head, "I think you are telling the truth."
