Chapter 120 Goodbye to Qiu Yang

The weather was very bad, and there was no wind. Seeing that the burning clouds faded away, the light was less and less, and gradually the darkness came up. Su Wen felt as if there was a mountain in his heart, and he didn't dare to come out. One cup after another to help Zhang Zhuo pour wine.

Zhang Zhuo drank as much as the sea. After drinking so much, his eyes were not confused at all. As if he drank more and more sober, his black eyes sparkled, like beasts looming in the grass at night. Under the light, the handsome face is not red, but green.

"Your Majesty, there is no wine." Su Wen put down the wine pot, glanced at the three empty altars under the ground, and respectfully asked, "Do you want me to take some more?"

"No." Zhang Zhuo slowly drank the last cup, as if to swallow the lost pride and courage. He put down the cup heavily, stared at the swaying candlelight, and suddenly ordered in a low voice: "Su Wen, take your sword to the West Chamber."

Con Dang! Su Wen's hand shook, and the jade cup on the table fell to the ground.

"Tell her that Zhang Zhuo has only one person in his life, the one he loves most and hates the most. I won't torture her anymore. I'll give her a good time. Zhang Zhuo stared at the candlelight, as if there was a shadow of another person in the light, and suddenly gritted his teeth: "Take her life back!"

"Your Majesty, this..."

"This is a military order!" Zhang Zhuo suddenly roared.

Su Wen was shocked all over, gritted his teeth, and responded awe-inspiringly, "Get the order!" He went out of the room without looking back.

Zhang Zhuo's back disappeared in the dark, and his heart was like a knife. He suddenly stood up and found that his knees were soft and he couldn't support it. His hands suddenly pressed on the table, shaking the wine pots and bowls.

"Why did you do this? Why...why!" He gritted his teeth fiercely and asked whether it was the person in the western box or himself.

The lost eyes stared at the sky. Today, the moon is round, hanging high in the night sky and shining.

I still remember that she once smiled and looked up at him.

I still remember that there was a soft light in her unparalleled beautiful eyes, as if in a dream.

"Never live up..." He smiled hoarsely: "We will never live up to each other..."

Raising his tears and black eyes, he saw a figure slowly walking in the dark. His footsteps were heavy, holding a sword and hanging his head. It was Su Wen who obviously came back to die.

Zhang Zhuo only said that his heart had been numb for a long time. At this moment, when he saw Su Wen, he knew that the pain had not been deep. The whole body is like countless redd pliers twisting the skin and tearing around, and the flesh and blood are not so unbearable.

He is strong by nature. He stood in front of the door with his straight back and asked, "Have you gone?" The voice trembled faintly.

Your Majesty..." Su Wen looked up at him and suddenly knelt down on his knees: "Please punish me, my subordinates... My subordinates really can't do anything. The eyes of the Bingyu girl, my subordinates look at those eyes, it's really..." The fingers of the sword grabbed the sword and scratched the mud on the ground.

Zhang Zhuo relaxed for a moment, and immediately became angry and roared, "Can't you even do such a small thing? Never do it, harm others and yourself. Do you really have to toss around so slowly all your life? It's better to end it as soon as possible!"

The three jars of spirits began to attack, and they were all calm and calm. They talked and laughed, and seized the sword in Su Wen's hand and went straight to the west wing.

He was murderous to the west wing and kicked open the door, but he was stunned and frozen at the door.

The ice jade head of Nangong is inserted with a phoenix jade hairpin, a golden pendant on the ear lobe, wearing a colorful brocade gold silk pendant skirt, a pair of emerald shoes exposed under the hem of the skirt, under the candlelight, the face is like a peach blossom, and the eyes are as bright as stars, luxurious and graceful.

At this moment, he slowly moved his eyes away, got up slowly and smiled, "You really should come."

Zhang Zhuo suddenly saw her smiling like a flower. In a dream, her heart stopped and stood there and couldn't say a word.

She walked to Zhang Zhuo, quietly stared at the bright sword in Zhang Zhuo's hand, and praised, "Good sword." He smiled bitterly again, raised his thin and beautiful face and choked, "Why did you come so late? Well, you're finally here."

Reaching out to take the sword in Zhang Zhuo's hand, which seemed to be a thousand-year-old fossil, and said with a sad smile, "I said that life and death are up to you. Although I am a big liar, this is not false. You don't have to borrow the prince's hand. I'll break it myself.

Holding the sword, he closed his bright eyes and ruthlessly wiped his neck.

The skin touched the cold blade, and the wrist was tightly held in mid-air.

Nangong Bingyu was stunned and opened her eyes in surprise. A trace of decision flashed in her eyes, gritted her teeth and wiped it again.

The man holding his wrist seemed to be an iron pliers, slightly pinching it on his thin wrist.

"Ah!" She shouted in a low voice and loosened her five fingers in pain. With a sound, the sword fell to the ground.

A burst of force surged behind her, and she couldn't help leaning back and leaning her back completely into a strong chest. He stretched out his arms from behind and only hugged his waist, as if he would never let go.

Nangong Bingyu opened her eyes, sighed, and said sadly, "I'm the only one who died. Isn't it better?"

The man behind him was silent for a long time and only hugged her tighter.

"Zhang Zhuo..."

"I don't want to kill you."

The body suddenly left the ground and fell into Zhang Zhuo's arms.

Zhang Zhuo strode to the bed in the corner, full of wine, red eyes, and said in a low voice, "I want you to make up for it for a lifetime." Throw the warm fragrance in your arms to ** and press it up.

In the west wing room, under the red warbler's tent, moaning gently, overflowing.

Zhang Zhuo watched slowly under the candlelight and hated it.

He hates green silk like a waterfall and snowy skin.

He hates the beautiful eyes, like a fairy falling from nine days, confusing people.

He hates that this sword can't defeat the softness of the fingers, and the hero can't defeat the children's love.

"I won't spare you, I won't let you go." He was rude, wanton**, and hated the sky. I want you to compensate for it for the rest of your life."

She melted under her body like spring water, frowning in pain, but her eyes smiled softly: "Is it just a lifetime?" Finally, crystal tears slid down his cheeks.

Chicken crow, sunrise.

Zhang Zhuo vented a cavity of wine and accumulated resentment, and there was a little gentleness and lack of kindness, but the hatred was still difficult to eliminate.

The hostility of revenge and the dark face made the air in the west room stagnate.

So what? Nangong Bingyu smiled lightly. At least the west wing is no longer empty. At least she found his lonely soul in this space again for him.

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What kind of woman is lying around? Is it a strange Nangong Bingyu or the familiar Qin Fei? Even Zhang Zhuo can't answer this question.

He sat up on **, turned his head and looked down.

The morning sun was not bright, and the light trapped in the dark clouds struggled to escape and fell on her scattered green silk. On her defenseless sleeping face, he saw a sweet smile on her lips.

Is it a beautiful dream?

Zhang Zhuo couldn't help lowering his head and approaching.

He is not good to her, he knows.

The Communist Party of China has been against each other for three months. When he was lingering and ecstasy, he never treated her well once.

Why does she still have sweet dreams? Zhang Zhuo doesn't understand.

He leaned closer and wanted to see the smile on her lips more carefully, and the breath from her nose made her soft hair tremble slightly.

The thick eyelashes moved gently, and Zhang Zhuo suddenly retreated and got out of bed.

Nang Gong Bingyu opened her eyes and only saw Zhang Zhuo's back turned around. She stood up and whispered, "Are you awake?"

Back, there is always only the back.

Last night's love was passing by. After waking up, there was not even a trace left.

She looked at Zhang Zhuo leaving without saying a word as usual, with a straight back and an unchanging iron heart.

Three months, it has been spring, but her spring is still far away.

"Is the girl awake?" Su Wen, who served him, stepped into the room with a copper basin with hot water, put Tong Yi on the table, rubbed his hands and said, "It's really cold today. Before dawn, the snow hair floated down. Although it's not heavy snow, it's really cold. While the water is hot, girl, hurry up and freshen up.

She came forward and helped Nangong Bingyu up from **. She caught a glimpse of her frown and asked quickly, "What? What's wrong?"

Nangong Bingyu sat by the bed and closed her eyes for a while before opening her eyes and slowly shaking her head and saying, "It's okay. I'm in a hurry. I don't know which tendon and bone I pulled."

The water is very warm. The lightly dancing water mist shrouded the polished copper basin. The ten fingers of the fiber are slowly immersed in the water and feel a completely different temperature.

Su Wen stared at the ten fingers and sighed: "What a beautiful hand."

"Is it beautiful?" Bingyu asked softly.

"Beautiful."

Bingyu pulled her hand out of the water, wrapped it in a white cotton towel, and gently wiped it dry. Tender fingertips, beautiful nails, and ten fingers like green onions. Nangong Bingyu smiled softly and said, "Ask, you should know the easy technique."

"Why did the girl say that?" Su Wen asked curiously, did she remember that she had a chance to leak?

But Bingyu seemed to have no interest in speaking. She turned around and looked at the cold sun outside the window.

I have been serving her for more than two months. I roughly knew her temper and knew that I was in trouble. I didn't dare to ask again. I packed up my things, picked up the steel basin, and exited the west box.

Stepping out of the threshold, the moment of turning around, a voice came from behind. The sound is like smoke, which can be easily blown away by the wind, leaving only a trace of fragrance in your ears.

"I... want to see Qiu Yang."

Qiu Yang came very quickly.

Before noon, he had come to the wing where she lived.

Su Wen came in again.

"Is the girl satisfied with the arrangement of Su Wen?"

A faint smile rises from the slightly red lips. Nangong Bingyu thanked with a smile, "Thank you."

"The girl should talk to Master Qiu Zhuang in detail first. I'll go down to do something first."

"Good."

Qiu Yang saw Bingyu and reached out to touch her thin face. "You're thin."

"Hmm. Fortunately, I'm fine."

Do you know? The drizzle was thousands of miles away, and three letters came, with tears, and one was more anxious than one. She knew that she was wrong, and finally she contacted me and asked me to come and admit my mistake to you on her behalf. Well, this is the letter she wrote to you. Qiu Yang took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Nangong Bingyu.

Nangong Bingyu suppressed her heart and tore the paper letters from thousands of miles into pieces one by one, turning them into paper butterflies flying away. It has happened, how can she explain the cause with Zhang Zhuo? How to explain? How to explain? She can't bury the life of the drizzle.

And she is even less willing to believe that Zhang Zhuo's love for her can't resist a seamless scam. If you really have feelings, how can you not stand a fraudulent word? If you love deeply, you should believe to the end, love to the end, go back and forth, and never change your mind. It is the smartest way to whisper and declare grievances. It is the most confusing way to test your heart and ask for love.

Women's courtship is omnisistic. She has been smart all her life, and it doesn't matter if she is confused again and again.