Lin Yuzhui frowned and said, "If you want to say it, say it loudly! It's best if the Qian family hears it, so what?"
She looked at Ye Wumian: "The 'some people' Chan Yi mentioned were the Qian family. She encouraged Uncle Tan and treated Xiangzhu sister with both kindness and power. She spoke openly and silently about the fate of the family members of the Tan family and the personal honor and disgrace of the children of the Tan family.
Today I said that Xiangzhu's sister's life was saved by the grandson of King Ji, so she should be married to him. Tomorrow I said that the grandson of King Ji will become King Ji sooner or later. If the Tan family can be close to King Ji, they will definitely be rich and powerful in Changsha City. ; What will be said the day after tomorrow? Sister Xiangzhu has now lost her parents and has come to join the Tan family. She has long been a part of the Tan family. She should think about the Tan family and cannot follow her own temper..."
The sleepless nights blurred the world.
It turned out that she had endured so much during these days of not seeing each other. But I don't know anything about it.
The mind of a young man is always passionate and biased. He enthusiastically picked up one end, but inevitably dropped the other end.
He could think of the dangers of Luo Xiang accompanying him in the world, but he could not foresee the injustice she might suffer if she stayed in the Tan Mansion.
When Jin Yiwei used Manager Wu as bait, laid a trap and put him in jail, he never thought that since the evidence that Luo Fanxi colluded with the rebels was solid, Luo Xiangzhu would be implicated and prosecuted.
Those little details that he ignored have become entangled in secret, turning into chain links one after another, affecting himself and others without noticing.
He deeply blamed himself: "From this point of view, as long as I am still in the world, and as long as the world has not forgotten me, the young lady is not safe even if she is hiding in the Tan family."
When Lin Yuzhui talked about the place where the fire started, he slapped the armrest of the chair and made it clang.
He stared at Ye Wumian, resisting the pain in his throat and not coughing: "Sister Xiangzhu left you a last-minute letter, do you want to read it?"
"The last word?"
Ye Wumian could hardly pronounce these two words completely.
He was originally crying because he had lost his lover, but he thought that from now on, Xiangzhu would be "as deep as the sea as soon as he entered the waiting room", and he would become a stranger to him, and those beautiful memories would be gone with the wind.
But is it just that simple?
Is it just a stranger?
This is clearly the farewell between life and death.
"Otherwise, what do you think? Do you think Sister Xiangzhu intends to marry and go to the prince's palace to enjoy happiness?"
Lin Yuzhui's tears came as soon as he could. They felt powerless over the fate of his daughter's family. He sobbed sternly: "Otherwise, with my body, how could I be trapped on this square bed by the slight wind and cold?" !”
"Otherwise, why should I get up and come to see you!"
Chanyi held a letter in both hands.
Before she could deliver it, the letter had already been snatched away by the lost Ye Wumian, and he opened it and read it.
[Amian:
Unexpectedly, in the Xinghua Yuyuan, the words "We will not see each other until we reach the underworld" turned out to be a prophecy! Is this fate or luck?
When I came across this book, I must have traveled through Jiangxi and returned to Hunan, and I had long been a ghost in the netherworld, tying up Yama. At that time, the past events of the Luo family have been scattered in the wind. It is best for you not to worry about it, not to think about it, not to pursue it, not to explore it. I also hope that it will not make you sad.
Gathering and separation are all due to destiny, life and death are joyful and sorrowful, how can there be no former alliance? There is little joy in this life. I can't help myself. I am imprisoned and married in the prince's palace. It is better to commit suicide calmly and mourn this short life. After the soul returns to the underworld, it is a joy to go to the fountain with parents and talk about family relationships.
Time passes easily, but the mind is difficult to calm down. Many people in this world end up with regrets. This is a hard-earned number. No more words.
I leave it under the spring to spread my karma and wish you well.
On the Xiaohan day of the first year of Jiajing, the last painting of Xiangzhu was written in Xinghuayuyuan. 】
"Snapped"
"Snapped"
Tears, one drop after another, blurred the elegant handwriting on the letter paper.
What I hold in my hand is not a final letter, but the ashes of a girl's heart.
"In the eyes of outsiders, it is a great honor for a woman, and also the daughter of a sinner, to marry into the prince's palace. But for Xiangzhu, it is a shame. Her parents died unjustly, and she took care of herself in order to survive. Marrying is tantamount to having to endure all the hardships and survive, and it will make it even more difficult to clear up the crimes that his father has carried."
Lin Yuzhui's voice was weak but full of pleading: "Amian, I can't persuade her to want to die. Is there anything you can do to save her?"
After saying so many words in one breath, Lin Yuzhui experienced another violent and uncomfortable cough.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth, and the blood stains remaining at the corners of the mouth were eye-catching and hideous.
Chanyi brought a bowl of steaming soup to her, served her to drink it, and begged: "Miss, please stop talking so hard and have a rest."
Lin Yuzhui turned a deaf ear.
Two months ago, she was quite hostile to Xiangzhu, but now her life depends on it. Sleepless night, my heart is moved.
He wiped his tears clean.
Crying and tears cannot solve real problems. Fortunately, I can cleanse the dirt in my eyes and regain the hope of hope.
He sniffed, wiped his nose, looked at Lin Yuzhui calmly, and said in a deep voice: "The young lady mentioned suicide in her final book. Has she ever told you what method she will use to commit suicide? When will you commit suicide?"
Lin Yuzhui's mouth was filled with the bitter taste of the decoction, and he said: "She said that after entering the palace, sooner or later, in front of He'an's bridal chamber when no one is around, she would stab herself in the heart with the gold hairpin on her headdress. .”
Ye Wumian's heart ached. The golden hairpin in the description seemed to have pierced his heart in advance.
He held his chest and said, "Miss Yu Zhui, based on Changsha's wedding customs, how often does the bride have no one to accompany her?"
Lin Yuzhui was at a loss.
She has always been determined to go to Rong, and she knows very little about the matter of not having sex with the boudoir.
But Chan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Only in Xu Shi, during that hour, the bride is alone."
Ye Wumian calmed down a little and kept rubbing the corners of his clothes with his hands. His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were furrowed, and he was thinking hard.
Lin and Chan both looked at him, knowing that he was thinking about it, so they tacitly said nothing.
A little while later.
"I want to do something crazy in my lifetime."
Ye Wumian suddenly spoke, with a look of restlessness on his face as he was about to start a carnival.
But where the eyes are, there is a calmness and calmness that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Lin and Chan perked up, looked at each other, and then both said, "We will go crazy with you!"
Ye Wumian looked at the medicine bowl on the low table next to Lin Yuzhui and said hesitantly: "It's just, Miss Yuzhui, your condition..."
"Crack!"
Lin Yuzhui suddenly grabbed the bowl and threw it heavily to the ground.
"What kind of bird disease can stop me from saving Sister Xiangzhu?!"
Lin Yuzhui coughed and said, "I have long wanted to save her, but I have been at my wits' end and my martial arts skills are low. It is useless to go alone. Now that you can make up your mind, I should naturally accompany you!" "
Chan Yi also clasped her fists and said, "The heroine Amian only plans her plans. In life and death, Chan Yi can run as she pleases!"
