Chapter 160 A generation of romantics is full of loneliness

Luo Sha danced lightly, and the sadness gradually became clear.

In the corner of the wide dragon bed, Xiao Zhou was curled up and crying alone. Several thin clothes could not cover the jasper skin. Under the messy hair, there was a pair of tears that had cried red.

For a while, his hands trembled and pulled out the jade hairpin from his hair and slowly sent it to the white fragrant neck. The trace of blood began to go down the jade hairpin.

"Jiamin, what are you doing!"

When Zhao Guangyi, who happened to enter the hall, saw this situation, he panicked and wanted to come forward to stop it, but he was pointed at by Xiao Zhouhou with a jade hairpin and swallowed tears, "Don't come over!"

"Okay, I can't go, Jiamin, don't mess around." Zhao Guangyi stretched out his hand to comfort him, and then roared, "Give me the imperial doctor!"

"I don't want a royal doctor! Let me go home, or I will die here today!"

The jade hairpin couldn't help piercing into the meat again, and Zhao Guangyi agreed repeatedly, "I agreed, and I will send someone to send you back. Jiamin, don't hurt your body."

Soon, the Yanfu Hall summoned the maid of honor. After Xiao Zhou wrapped the wound randomly, but until she left the palace, she held the blood-stained jade hairpin tightly in her hand.

After Xiao Zhou left, Zhao Guangyi called Wang Jien to his side with a cold face. The latter was as silent as a cicada, bowed, and did not dare to make a sound.

"Humph!"

With a cold hum, Wang Ji'en quickly lowered his body a little and shivered. He didn't even dare to gasp for breath. He was afraid of being implicated and was punished for no reason.

"How many years has it been since the Southern Tang Dynasty destroyed the country?"

Although he knew it, Wang Jien hesitated for a moment before he carefully said, "Go back to the official family. It has been more than two years since the Duke of Lu destroyed the Southern Tang Dynasty."

"Two years? Then Li Congjia has not often been thinking about things like 'the old country can't bear to look back in the bright moon'. In this case, I will send him back to his hometown!

Mrs. Zheng Guo has left. Go quickly and get the matter done before her.

A cold sweat came from the back clip. Wang Ji'en hurriedly took the order, while Zhao Guangyi shook his sleeves angrily, "Even if it's a plaything, it's my plaything!"

On the soft sedan chair, Xiao Zhou is still crying. These days are simply a nightmare, lingering in her mind. When has she suffered this kind of humiliation since she was a child?

"If you don't obey, I will kill the violator!"

Regret arises. If you had abandoned the city and fled from the city earlier, how could there be such a painful situation?

How to face Congjia now?

What kind of face is there to live in the world?

He took out the jade hairpin from his sleeve, and Xiao Zhou stared at the blood stains on it in a daze. "From Jia, when I see you again, the female Ying will die to wash the white matter on her body..."

whispering in a low voice, tears gushed out of his eyes again. He didn't know that the soft sedan chair had walked around the imperial city twice, and he didn't know that Wang Ji'en, the Xuande Gate, was taking people to the Houfu at this moment.

After a while, Xiao Zhou lifted a trace of curtains. Seeing that the sedan chair was not far from Hou's house, he hurriedly stopped and said, "Wait back, don't follow me anymore."

"Madam, if the officials ask the little people to send their wives back to their homes, they must take them over to the palace again..."

The eunuch who led the way was Zhihongzhi. In the past, he must have looked down on Li Yu and his wife very much, but now the officials are lucky to Mrs. Zheng Guo, who is a subordinate, how dare to look pale?

Hearing the words, a smile gushed out of Xiao Zhou's face, reflecting her pale cheeks, with indescribable desolation, "Get out of here!"

After saying that, she stumbled to the Hou Mansion. At this moment, no matter who was in the palace, reminded her of what had happened in the past few days, which was full of filth.

"I want to go back to Congjia. Even if I die, I will die in Congjia's arms..."

He kept talking. Xiao Zhou then ran and looked back at Hong Tiao and others for fear that they would catch up from behind.

"Eunuch Hong, should we...?"

A small waiter came forward and asked softly, but Hong Chou sighed, "Wait here. The prince and others have done everything. The Hou family must be crying now. You and I'd better go later!"

At the entrance of the alley, Xiao Zhou, who was weak, stopped and gasped. Looking back, he found that no one followed him, and his heart suddenly calmed down a lot.

When he arrived at the familiar alley, Xiao Zhou suddenly had an inexplicable sense of warmth. Thinking that he was about to go home, he quickly straightened his hair and raised his collar to cover the neck that had been stabbed with a jade hairpin.

In front of the door of Houfu, there was no one as usual. Xiao Zhou accelerated his pace and gently knocked on the beast ring, and the vermilion faded wooden door opened in response.

I didn't think much about it, so I hurried to the house, but as soon as I got to the yard, I heard the sound of crying, accompanied by intermittent words, "Marquis..."

There was a burst of fear in his heart. Xiao Zhou hurried to the backyard and opened the door of the study. Suddenly, he only felt that the sky was dark, and his eyes were dark, but he fainted.

I don't know how long it took for Xiao Zhou to wake up crying from a coma, and the girl on one side hurried forward, "Madam..."

Before he said more, he had already choked. After Xiao Zhou, he also wet his cheeks with tears. "Wu Niang, take me to find Congjia."

Starting from **, with the support of the mother, I went out of the room. At this time, the night was about to rise, and the flowers planted in the yard were fragrant, but after the week, there was no desire to enjoy flowers.

Li Yu has been carried into the room. As for the door behind Xiao Zhou, but standing outside the door, her trembling hands could not push the thin red screen door.

"Squeak..."

For a long time, Xiao Zhou, who cried into tears, bit his lips and pushed the door open. His heart also hurt like a knife. In this life, she will never see anyone who is in her heart.

The sky and the earth also collapsed.

"Madam, my condolences. It's getting late. Can I go back to the palace?"

Hong Chou's voice sounded behind him. This time, Xiao Zhou Hou did not say anything, but put his hand on his mouth, booed, and then whispered, "Fain-law, I want to accompany my husband..."

The words were full of sadness. Even if Hong Chou had been in the palace for many years, he couldn't help sighing, "Madam, don't wait too long."

"Thank you, father-in-law."

Entering the room, Xiao Zhou saw Li Yu lying in ** at a glance. At this moment, he seemed to be asleep, but his lips were black and scary.

"From Jia..."

She, who had been weak, didn't know where her strength came from. She broke free from the hand of her mother. She fell down in front of the bed in two or three steps, grabbed Li Yu's hand, and tears poured out.

The night rose quietly, and Xiao Zhouhou's voice had cried hoarsely, and the mother was crying with her. Outside the house, Hong Chi whispered against the door,

"Madam, it's time to go..."

Hearing this sentence, Xiao Zhou wiped her tears, ordered Xiao Niang to bring a jade comb, carefully combed Li Yu's long hair, and then looked at the bronze mirror and asked Kui Niang to dress her.

After changing my clothes, I happened to see the hollowed-out wooden box with gold wire cushioned by the bronze mirror. When he was angry, he picked it up and was about to destroy it. "Since Jia believed in Buddhism all his life, he was so lonely. If you think of this Buddha, you don't believe it!"

"Madam, no, when the master is leaving, let your mother find a way to give it to Yang Zhuangyuan."

The girl beside her hurried forward to stop her, and Xiao Zhou subconsciously said, "Why did you send him?"

"Jiu Niang didn't know. When the master drank the poisoned wine, he told him in Kuang's ear that Yang Zhuangyuan was a person who understood him.

After that, the master has been chanting, 'How many worries can you have? It's just a river of spring water flowing eastward..."

"In this case, Niang, you send it to Yang Jing. You have followed me to the palace since you were a child. Over the years, you have suffered. In the future, you will find an ordinary person and live well..."

"Madam..."

"Nedless to say, let's go quickly. Do you want the master to die?"

With a low voice, Xiao Zhou turned his back, opened the wooden box, bit his jade finger, wrote a few words on the wooden box, and then hid his hand in his sleeve and handed the box to the latter.

Listening to the scolding, the mother took the wooden box, bit her lips, knelt down on her knees, kowtowed to Li Yu, and then wiped away her tears, "Madam, the mother will come to accompany you and the master earlier..."

After saying that, he pushed the door and went out. Xiao Zhou could only sigh, went straight to Li Yu's side, straightened his clothes again, then lay in his arms, poured the already ready but unused arsenic into his mouth, and said very softly, "Husband, I still remember that you and I met for the first time that year, you It's so unruly. Although the female Ying is young, she has fallen in love with you deeply.

Later, you married your sister, and the heroine went to the palace every day just to see your handsome figure.

In the afterlife, the female Ying is willing to be connected with her husband. You recite poems, your sister strokes the piano, and the female Ying dances..."

Gradually, a trace of blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth after Xiao Zhou, but his face was extremely peaceful. He leaned against Li Yu's side and slowly closed his eyes.

Outside the house, Hong Chou saw his mother go out and didn't care. He urged her a few more times and found that there was no movement. He couldn't help pushing the door open. He stepped into the room and immediately fell to the ground.

Mrs. Zheng Guo committed suicide by drinking poison!

Suddenly, a cold sweat came out of his scalp. What should he do? The official family has been quite fond of Mrs. Zheng Guo recently. If he knew that she was dead, his head would not be cut enough.

What should I do?

In a panic, Hong Chou thought of Yang Yanzhao for some reason, " Mr. Yang is the champion. His vision must be higher than ours. If you want to save your life, you have to ask him for help!"

Thinking of this, Hong quickly got up from the ground, closed the door, called the little eunuch, guarded outside the door, and hurried out later.

In the corner of the Marquis's Mansion, several sighs came, and the sound was like floating silk, which was inaudible, as if it had never been emitted. After a few wisps of breeze, the Marquis continued to restore his silence.

In Zhu's yard, the little servant looked at the flowers and plants tastelessly. Suddenly, Zhu Shamen sounded softly. When he turned around, the door was still closed, which scared the little servant hurriedly patted his chest and said, "Amitabha, Buddha bless..."

In the room, in front of the bed, there were more figures, but it was empty.

"Amitabha, Lord Li Shi, I hope you can no longer suffer from this life in the next life with a strange face."

Then he closed his eyes and opened his eyes for a long time. "Uncle Shikong regarded Li Shi as his disciple for decades in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Didn't he give you the sacred objects before he disappeared?

It's weird, weird..."

The sound fell, the virtual shadow flashed, and soon went out of the yard again, leaving the little servant who was scared again to the ground with a "puff" sound.