Chapter 117 is destined to be entangled, and it is not easy to let go

He seemed to be trapped in a vague dream. The reason why he felt "hidden" was that he was not even sure whether it was a dream or real. The familiar coldness from the bones gradually strangled him, like a vine with thorns, and the pain between breath was born with him. Life has always been inseparable.

It seems that in an empty and desolate room, the pale skylight penetrated from the white mulberry paper, not on the shady gold brick floor, pulling his figure lonely and lonely.

He didn't know why he stayed here, but he didn't seem to have the intention to break through this desolate confinement.

The ear was originally a audible peace.

In a faint time, he heard the sound of crying, which was not loud. Suddenly, it clearly hovered in his ear. He felt that the heart in his chest was gradually shrinking, and some brand-new pain, spreading entanglement, made him unable to wait to avoid or want to open the door and see what was going on.

In fact, it is his familiar, sad cry.

He couldn't stop thinking of her. The stubborn woman stubbornly kept quiet beside him from seeing her tears or smile, which showed her rejection and alienation from him day after day.

He stumbled in this desolate room, but finally couldn't find the door leading to her.

So, he gradually woke up from this dream, as if he was relieved.

But he soon found that he began to sink into another more sad dream.

That night, the wind and snow began to stop, and the red candle was brilliant, showing that the night outside the window was thick. On the exquisite picture screen in front of the couch, there was a scene of spring flowers blooming. In the red candle shadow, in a silence, he was quietly confronting at an unattainable distance.

He was unwilling to get closer, but he found that he was too weak to sit up from the couch.

Hearing the door opening slightly and the sound of fine steps coming around the screen, she suddenly stood in front of him with a carved lacquer box in her hand. Her expression was still indifferent, but she seemed to force herself to smile at the corners of her lips.

He clearly knew that the smile was not real, but he still felt like a spring breeze.

With ten slender fingers, he took out a jade-white porcelain cup from the lacquer box, which contained dark soup. When he came to his face, the smell of medicine came to his face. He should have felt a bitter throat, but because of these hands, it overflowed with a sweet taste.

In this dream, he has been awake - clearly knowing that the medicine will bring him to a ferocious situation - because this dream, like pain, has been with him for a long time, and he is clear about the ending.

But as if repeated thousands of times, he still took over the judgment from her quietly and peacefully.

He thought that he wanted to free her. He thought that he could not give the happiness she wanted after all. Unfortunately, he woke up too late and should not have been so persistent.

But at that time, he, who was still obsessed at that time, did not understand her despair and pain. What is ridiculous is that he is still looking forward to the coming year with her wishfully. He talked about the Liuguang River, the Shangyuan Festival, and maybe next year, when he is healthy, he can take her to the warm and prosperous place to see the fire trees and silver flowers.

He hoped that this might make her happy. On that day, he could see her bright smiling face again, just like many years ago, through the colorful red glance, which belonged to her, was enough to make a hundred flowers lose their smile.

She didn't know, just that one look made him indulge in it, and he made mistakes again and again, irreparable.

But a wishful vision can only lead to their eternal disaster after all.

The clearest memory. When he expressed the most sincere wish in his heart, her strong smile was completely deadlocked in the corners of his lips, but he still subconsciously wanted to avoid it and did not want to face it directly. Nothing in his mind was her wish.

At that time, he felt the sharp pain of the sudden surge of limbs and bones, and there was a faint blood in his eyes. At that moment, he woke up, because there was no way to escape.

His persistence was destined to be completely destroyed from the beginning.

But why, at the last moment, he saw her crying in panic. He felt her arms, very warm and soft, from her, for the first time.

He remembered that she never wanted to let him see her pain. She was always alone, hiding far away from him at night, squatting, and burying her face in the palm of her hand and crying silently.

When he approached, she always pushed him away indifferently and resolutely.

But when she finally made a choice, but hugged him and cried so sadly, she repeated at a loss, and the warm breath slapped his gradually cooling ear - how, how, clearly said, it was just a medicine that made people fall into a lethargy...

It turned out that she was also unintentional. At the last moment, in her arms, he felt her initial and last tenderness and relieved everything.

From now on, I will no longer be your trouble.

Unfortunately, in this way, you can't be happy anymore... You are such a stupid girl.

He thought that the reason why he made this dream repeat tirelessly was not because of resentment, but because of nostalgia, missing her only one time, crying for him and panicking for him.

However, after all, he was afraid that the only thing he brought to her was despair and pain.

It's so contradictory, remembering and fearing while remorsing while comforting.

You never knew that in my bleak life, I was lit up by your bright smile very early. It was you who brought hope and courage to live, but I took you to the gate of hell that could not be turned back. It was always me and owed you.

If time can come back, I hope I won't appear in your life again, and let me stand a long distance from you and not one step closer.

Only when I see you happy can I be truly relieved. Maybe this is what I should do.

Dreams always stop in such repentance.

The teenager on the couch, his eyebrows jumped lightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, opened his eyelids silently, and his deep black pupils, and there were no tears. He made a slight and a long sigh, but at the first moment, he felt the warmth from the palm of his hand.

When Yu Yu struggled to sit up from the couch, there was no one outside the green gauze tent.

He clenched his palm with respion...

Then I felt another slight dampness in addition to the residual heat.

Yu Yu took back his palm blankly, looked at the remaining wet marks on his knuckles, and frowned slightly.

The fierce poison caused him to suffer from the cold in his body for many years. Even in midsummer, his palm was cold and he never sweated. But why did he feel strange warmth when he woke up this time?

The strange feeling stunned him.

This time may not be too long, because the ribbed soon came in from the door. At first glance, I saw the prince with loose hair, sitting on the couch looking at the palm of his hand, and hurried forward, while holding up the green gauze tent, while asking with concern - every time I applied a needle, it was a torture to the son, and the paralysis after severe pain needed a long time. From time to time, it will be relieved.

"No problem." With two faint words, Yu Yu stood up, sorted out his clothes, and put on his heavy clothes.

When the ribbed combed his bun, the wetness of the palm gradually dried up, but he couldn't help asking, "Who was here just now?"

The rib seemed to be stunned, removed the horn comb, took a step back slightly, and there was a trace of imperceptible strangeness in his tone: "It's Su's fifth mother. As my aunt said, the Empress Dowager told her the beginning and end of her son's poisoning."

I still can't help falling gently in a corner of my heart.

So, is it really her that she cried beside him again?

The corners of the lips taste bitter, which is not strong, but wraps around the lips and tongue.

No matter when he brought her, it was not pleasure or happiness. He thought that she must have been painful and guilty just now, and he knew it very well.

"The son, the fifth lady, seems to be extremely concerned about you..." The ribbed carefully tested and observed the son's expression. In her cognition, the son seems to have an innate indifference to anyone, especially women.

Yu Yu did not respond, and his deep eyes were ribbed emotions that were not clear.

But at this time, a palace man reported: "Miss Jiang asked for a meeting."

The ribbed was immediately overjoyed. Without waiting for Yu Yu to speak, he made his own decision: "Please hurry up."

Yu Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at the ribbed. His smile seemed to be a little kind, but his tone was indifferent: "Slow... Let her wait in the flower hall."

This time, the ribbed stunnedness was very obvious. After a few breaths of silence, he smiled: "It's the maidservant who has crossed."

"You and Awei are going to get well, and it is inevitable that you are eager for a while." Yu Yu didn't seem to care: "You talk to her first."

"But the son..." The ribbed was extremely hesitant. The son should understand that Awei couldn't wait to come here, absolutely not to catch up with her.

However, Yu Yu has turned around, pushed open the side door and went to the back/court, turning a deaf ear to the ribbed "but".

In front of the door, the girl listened to the plain tone of the palace man, and her light chestnut eyes burst out cold stubbornness and forced her to take a step forward: "I heard that the prince has just given a needle. I want to go inside to see him."

"The son told the girl to wait in the flower hall." The palace man did not retreat, lowered his eyes slightly, but his tone was very resolute.

"You get out of the way." Jiang Wei frowned slightly. Although she was not arrogant, her face was like frost.

"Girl, I'm just on orders."

A little far away, Huidu stood with his hands behind his back, twisted his eyebrows, looked at Jiang Wei's back, and was hesitating whether to come forward to stop it - he was a little tired of Mr. Qinggu, the secular daughter, who was always so messed up and didn't know how to advance or retreat. When she was in Yizhou, she was still in the court now, she was still so arbitrary. Does she not understand that the son of the world is estranged? Why do you have to stick to your own opinions and make it difficult for the people of the palace?

It was only when he saw Mr. Qinggu's face that he was a little polite to her.

Huidu was unable to make up his mind. Fortunately, the ribs came out in time and didn't know what he had said to Jiang Wei. The two went hand in hand and went to the flower hall next to him. Huidu relaxed his eyebrows and still stood in the vestibule.

He was the son's personal bodyguard. He was not qualified to enter the palace, but the empress dowager had an order and allowed the son to bring his own attendant. Nevertheless, the son only brought him and the ribs.

Thinking that before leaving, the clear sky was entangled, and the son said lightly, "The man in the palace is a servant except for the bodyguard. If you insist on accompanying..." Before the words fell, the clear sky ran wildly.

Huidu held the corners of his lips... If he returned to tell the clear sky, Su's fifth Niang also came to Tangquan Palace and shared a room with the world son. When she left, he seemed to have tears on his face... I don't know if the boy would be curious? In a word, he is curious at present. He doesn't know why Su's fifth mother is crying, and the son of the world. Do you know that Wu Niang has come to visit him? I heard that the son of the world has been sleeping just now...

But since a palace man came forward and blocked Jiang Wei's driving, it shows that the son of the world is awake now.

I really want to tell the world immediately that Su's fifth mother has been here.

Huidu moved at will and glanced at the two women holding words in the flower hall, so he wanted to enter the bedroom. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked down the stairs, he saw that the son of the world was neatly dressed and walked out. He was stunned.

Yu Chonghui nodded slightly, but did not give him a chance to "gossip" and go to the flower hall.

For a moment, the ribbed retreated out of the flower hall, seemed to hesitate for a moment, but gently closed the door, and Huidu frowned and pulled his foot to walk over.