So Gongyu Changqing accepted all this calmly. Life and death were determined by fate. His soul had been scattered. After he came back, he was confused and eventually fell into a serious illness.
Many good doctors came, but no one could cure the pain in his heart.
He knew that he didn't have much time left, so he often sat aimlessly in front of the stone table, staring at each fallen leaf seriously, feeling empty and uninterested in anything.
This kind of self-inflicted torture can make him feel better inside and make the nightmares in his sleep less torturous every night.
By the time Princess Xi Yao arrived, it was already too late. Gongyu Changqing was already bedridden and her end was approaching.
In his sleep, he heard the sound of Gong Yu Nanfeng inviting a pharmacist to diagnose and treat him, and then sending the pharmacist away.
The pharmacist whispered softly: "I'm afraid the master's time is running out. I have tried my best, so please prepare for the future!"
Gongyu Nanfeng asked: "Is it true that there is no way to recover?"
"I've tried all kinds of elixirs...Oh...it's hard to go against God's will!"
In the middle of the conversation, he heard the sound of the window being pushed open, and a person jumped into the window lightly, blocking the warm sunshine in front of the bed.
There was a figure of a graceful woman just outside the bed curtain. With his eyes half open and half closed, he vaguely saw a vague figure lifting the bed curtain and coming to his side.
It's not Nanfeng. Her figure is smaller than Nanfeng. Who could she be?
"Gongyu Changqing--Gongyu Changqing--"
Gong Yu Changqing's shoulder was pushed by Jiang Yi, but there was no reaction at all.
Princess Xiyao felt puzzled, how could he be like this?
She frowned and raised his hand to feel his pulse uneasily. Her eyes fell on the tooth marks. Her heart was beating hard and her eyes were filled with sadness.
Suddenly, she noticed something strange in his body and said in surprise: "It's Kuqiu? How could this happen? It turned out to be poison! Gongyu Changqing, how could you be poisoned? Gongyu Changqing--"
Princess Xiyao took out the dagger from her waist, slit her wrist hard, and dripped the blood from her wrist into Gong Yu Changqing's mouth.
Princess Xiyao has learned poison poison since she was a child. Her own blood can resist poison poison, but the poison of Dead Autumn is too powerful, and it is already too late. She can only let him drink her own blood in exchange for temporary relief. Just sober, she couldn't do anything anymore.
When Gongyu Changqing opened his eyes slightly, he saw Princess Xiyao sitting next to him, with tears on her face, and gently stroking the tooth mark on her right hand with one hand.
His voice was hoarse: "Princess...are you here to take my...life?"
Princess Xiyao hurriedly stretched out her hand to wipe the tears on her face. Looking at her tears, he felt strange again: "Why...are you...crying? Is it...for me?"
Just when Gongyu Changqing felt puzzled, Princess Xiyao asked: "Gongyu Changqing, who poisoned you?"
Gongyu Changqing's lips moved slightly, and he suddenly understood everything. Princess Xiyao was not the one who poisoned her. He did not come to take his own life. She came to see him.
On that day, the Emperor of South Vietnam gave him a glass of Royal Wine. The Royal Wine tasted strange. When he first drank it, he frowned and felt strange. The Emperor of South Vietnam looked a little uneasy and said that it was made with the unique elixir of South Vietnam, so the taste was strange. Some.
In fact, he didn't think much about it. Now that he thinks about it carefully, it happened after he refused to help the South Vietnamese emperor lead his troops to attack Xiyao. That is, after drinking the so-called imperial wine, he began to feel restless and had nightmares at night. Later, Had a serious illness.
So that’s it! Gongyu Changqing sighed in his heart, the person he saved finally repaid kindness with evil!
He felt bitter at the corner of his mouth and could not say anything, but looking at Jiang Yi's worried eyes, he did not want to add any more details. If she knew that she had always suspected that the poison was caused by her, how sad she would be!
Gong Yu Changqing shook his head and looked at Princess Xiyao with relief in his eyes.
If she comes to see herself, does it mean that she has forgiven herself? That
Even if you go to hell, your sins will be lighter!
Seeing Gong Yu Changqing shaking his head without saying anything, Princess Xi Yao seemed to understand something. She said in surprise: "Do you think I was the one who poisoned you?"
Gongyu Changqing still shook his head, but Princess Xiyao was such a smart person, how could he deceive her.
Princess Xiyao felt so sad that she fell into his arms and cried like a child: "Gongyu Changqing, you are really the stupidest and stupidest idiot I have ever seen. Why are you so kind? Why are you doing this? Gentle? You think the poison was caused by me, so you are willing to be tortured and die by the poison in order to repay the sin you have done to Xi Yao? Is that right?"
Gongyu Changqing stretched out his hand and patted Princess Xi Yao's back gently, as if to comfort him. He said weakly: "I know, even if I die... I can't repay you! I'm sorry to you! But... even if I come again Once again, I...will still do it! I think...there is nothing wrong with using one's own strength to help the weak! What is wrong...is the world! It is...the human heart!"
"I understand...I understand! I...I don't blame you! I don't blame you!" Princess Xiyao stretched out her hand to wipe her tears and said to him with a smile.
Princess Xi Yao has never been so sad in her life, but it was because of her enemy.
Now she no longer hates him in her heart. She knows that he is right, she knows that he is a good person, and she knows that it is fate that manipulates people. If everything can be done differently, maybe they will meet in another way, maybe it will be different. the result of.
Or maybe, she should have come to him a day earlier, so that she could cure him of the poison. She could help her cure the poison of the dead autumn, but why did she come too late?
She finally remembered that the day she met him for the first time, she led the army of Gu masters from Xi Yao Kingdom to the gate of Nanyue Kingdom in a mighty manner.
South Vietnam did not send troops and did not attack behind closed doors.
There is a man sitting on the city wall, with white hair like a fairy, calm and calm, his long clothes are flowing in the wind, and he is playing the guqin with his hand.
"Zheng--"
The sound of the piano cut through the sunlight like water, and the sunlight reflected on him, making him like a god shining with golden light.
As the horse galloped, she gradually saw the appearance of the man on the high place. His eyebrows were like spring mountains, his eyes were slightly closed, his lips were as smooth as peach, and he was as quiet as touching an unreachable bright moonlight.
"kill--"
If there hadn't been that vast fight, they should have been friends. No matter what they were, even if they were strangers, at least they wouldn't be enemies.
"Gongyu Changqing... did you hear what I said to you? I forgive you! I forgive you!"
Princess Xiyao held his slightly drooped hand tightly with both hands and said nervously. She was afraid that he would not hear her forgiveness, and she was afraid that everything would be too late after all.
Gongyu Changqing, who was gradually falling into sleep, smiled at the corner of his mouth, but there was no light or wave in his eyes. He was finally forgiven before he died. She no longer hated herself, and he finally let go of his heavy heart.
Princess Xiyao added: "Actually...actually, the day you saved me, I stopped hating you! It's not until today that I understand my feelings for you! I hate everything...it's too late for everything!"
She reached out and hugged him tightly, feeling that his body was getting colder. He tried his best, not knowing whether he was dreaming or waking up, and whispered in his ear: "Thank you...Princess..."
In the last three months before Gong Yu Changqing's death, Princess Xiyao stayed at Tianyin Huanmiao Gate to accompany him.
When no one was around, Princess Xi Yao would sneak into the room quietly. She would sit quietly on his couch and accompany him, watching him change from a gentle and jade-faced young man to a man with a withered face. man of.
Gongyu Changqing was already dying and fell into a coma for a time. He could no longer open his clear eyes, look at her tenderly, and could no longer say another word to her.
Jiang Yi had never had a heartache in her life, and she finally felt the suffocating pain in those three months. She reached out and gently held his hand, never saying a word of lovesickness to her.
But her admiration for him had already passed into his palm through her warm palm. In the last three months before Gongyu Changqing's death, he was lonely, but not alone. There was a woman who admired him all the time. Stay with him silently.
From the first ray of morning light breaking through the window lattice, to the clear moonlight shining in front of the bed.
She had wiped the Shenlan stringless harp for him time and time again. Looking at the cold stringless harp, she once had the extravagant hope of hearing the music he played for her in her lifetime.
But she knew that she would not be able to hear it after all...
Princess Xi Yao, who had been very strong all her life, was powerless when faced with the death of her beloved. Only the short companionship in her lifetime could soothe a little of her inner sadness. But in the end, it is hard to let go of hatred.
Life! It’s just a cry when you’re alive, a cry when you die, and in the end it’s just a cry.
She cried for him! It can be considered that the heart is supported and the soul is restrained!
Life is like a butterfly in a dream, I use my life to survive a calamity.
The years have passed, the leaves have withered, and the flowers have fallen into the sword.
The wind stirs the long clothes and the strings of the piano, and the faint music composes a lifetime.
The mountains and rivers went with me for a while, and I used my dreams as horses to travel around the world.
Princess Xiyao did not tell the three people about her inner admiration for Gong Yu Changqing. This was a story she had hidden deep in her heart, and she would never tell it to outsiders from now on.
I would only think about it in the dead of night, look at the bright moon in the sky, and pray that the gentle man in this world can find peace in another world, and no more worldly disputes will stain his long clothes.
If there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife...
Please ask Gongyu Changqing to play the zither for you again. For a gentle and gentle person like him, the zither music he plays should not be used to kill people, but should only be used to tell stories of romance, mountains, rivers and lakes.
Qi Songhui was puzzled: "So you didn't bring the dead autumn, then who did it?"
Jiang Yi calmed down and drank for three rounds. She had buried this sad story deep in her heart for a long time and had not mentioned it for many years. Now that she was telling the story, it made her a little nervous, but she quickly calmed down. .
He said with absolute certainty: "It must have been the Emperor of South Vietnam who did it!"
