Cold Palace’s Abandoned Consort

At this time, it was raining harder. The wind almost lifted the tarpaulins on the top of the carriage. After the carriage stopped, I got off the carriage. Su Su hurriedly held an umbrella and raised it to my head. The wind was already rolling. The rain wets most of my body.

I looked up and looked forward.

This one made me stiff in the rain.

On the sky-high steps, I saw the outline of the main house of the Yan family. It still looked so tall in the rain curtain, but it also showed a clear air, and what struck me was that I saw the rain curtain. There are countless white owls shaking.

what happened? what happened?

Why is there this?

Could anyone be dead?

Who? Who died? Whose death can make the Yan family show such a big posture, that huge white cricket trembled in the wind and rain, as if also wailing.

Both Qinghan and Pei Yuanzhang got out of the carriage, and when they looked up to see this scene, both of them were stunned.

Susu's complexion had changed. When she called me again, her voice was shaking: "Miss ..."

I can't hear it.

I only heard the sound of wind and rain, and my own breathing and heartbeat. In addition, everything around me was nothing.

I would rather they were all fake.

However, I just saw a familiar figure coming down from the top and approaching it, only to see that she was a pale red aunt, she was almost out of shape, and the moment she saw me, the whole person He knelt down, kneeled at my feet, and wept silently.

I looked down at her.

She seemed to be crying and saying something, but I couldn't hear it, and I didn't even wait for her to finish talking, so I went up and went up.

Susu couldn't keep up, the rain quickly hit my face, and I was soaked all over my head. The cold rain, like countless swords, guns and sticks, hit me. Every step, I spent a lot of money. Strength, but has been gritting his teeth and holding on to the last step.

In front of him, there was a white light.

I froze a bit, and almost fell down on my back. It was light cold and rushed forward to protect me. He didn't say anything, but he looked dignified and even looked up ahead with some pain.

White magpie, black yarn.

Incense candle, couplet.

I saw a spiritual hall, and saw many servants who were wearing Ma Ma Dai Xiao kneeling there crying. I saw the people of the Tang family, the people who settled down, and all the big families in Chengdu. All of them had faces. With tears, when I saw me, the painful expression deepened a bit.

Several people came over and knelt in front of me.

"Miss!"

"Miss you are back!"

"Homeowner, homeowner--"

The whining cries rang around.

It was not until this time that I found my own voice, seeing the huge spiritual position in front of me, and seeing the tall coffin behind Bai Zhi, a hoarse voice that even felt strange to me came out of my throat.

"What's going on? How could this happen?"

At this time, Aunt Hong had come behind me, her body was soaked, and tears on her face mixed with rain, crying, "Miss, the owner has been away for two days!"

"..."

I stiffened and slowly looked back at her: "Why is this so?"

"..."

"Why ...?"

Aunt Hong cried: "Actually, after the young lady left, the owner was already ill. He just never let us send news to the young lady. He said that he just wanted to make the young lady happy and rest assured, but he didn't want to make Miss is sad. "

"..."

"To be uncomfortable is in the hall of worship, this time is enough."

My tears fell down one by one. Later, I couldn't control it anymore. The tears on my face burned me all over. I asked, "Then, when did he leave?"

"Just the night before, Miss made someone send something back."

"..."

"The owner is very happy, but that night, he--"

With that said, Aunt Hong could not cry anymore.

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I didn't expect that in such a short time, I would lose two relatives one after another.

My mother and Qingchen are my last two loved ones in Xichuan. They all left me. This kind of blow was too big for me. On the night of the spirit guarding, I fell ill.

In other words, it's not sick, it just can't support it.

When Qinghan held me back from the Lingtang to the room, the sky was still raining, and the cold raindrops fell on his face, but he didn't feel cold, but his chest was anxious.

Back in the room, he put me back on the bed, turned around and took the towel on the shelf. When he was about to come back and wipe my face, he saw that I got up from the bed again and stumbled out the door. Hurrying forward came and grabbed me: "What are you doing?"

I turned around in a panic, looking at him with tears in my eyes.

When I saw this picture, Qing Han seemed to be slammed into the chest with a stab, and the painful expression was particularly heavy in the dim light.

He took my hand and came to me: "What do you want to do?"

"I……"

I looked at him blankly, and after a long time, I said, "Light cold."

"Ok?"

"I'm uncomfortable."

"..."

"I don't know what to do, but I'm upset."

"..."

"I feel terrible."

"..."

"I want to go out and blow hair, I—otherwise, my head will burst."

Seeing my painful holding of his head, he frowned and remained silent for a while before he came up and hugged me, then said, "I'll stay with you."

He really did not stop me, but accompanied me to go out. The wind was not strong at night, but the rain was even colder. He and I just walked in the yard like this. It was soaked, and the icy biting sensation even made the heartbeat a little heavy.

However, this cold rain really made me feel much better.

The lamp under the eaves shone on his face, and when he could see the white gas he blew, he turned to look at me and asked, "Are you better?"

I didn't speak, my face was covered with cold rain and hot tears.

He looked at me for a moment, sighed, and said, "If you are still upset, you can say it."

"..."

"Everything is good."

"..."

"I will listen."

Even though he said that, I did n’t say anything. I just walked around the courtyard for a long time until my feet were sore. Then I walked back to the eaves and sat on the steps. He took me a step back and the eaves on my head. It just covers most of the rain silk.

My lips moved and it took a long time before I said dumbly, "When I was young, I wasn't afraid of him at first. I liked him when I was a kid. When he was born, I had grown up, and I did n’t understand the family. It just feels great to have a younger brother. "

"..."

"And he, he kissed me."

"..."

"When he was born, everyone cried. He laughed only when I hugged him."

"..."

"At that time, I really liked him."

Qing Han didn't say anything, only embraced me with one hand, and exerted a slight force on my shoulder, signaled me to continue.

I choked and said, "But then we left the Yan family."

"..."

"At that time, he was just going to leave. When I left, he kept hugging me crying, and his throat was dumb. The first thing he would say is-sister."

Having said that, I realized that this title will no longer be called in my ears in the future.

Tears came out of me again, and the drops of rain dripped on the ground with a mixture of raindrops. Qing Han looked at me without saying anything, only holding me tighter in his arms.

I continued: "We lived at the foot of Xishan. Actually, he also came to see me secretly, but he was too young to come a few times, and at that time, our life was not going well, and I was not willing Ignore him, but he still hung me until I entered Hongyan Lou. "

"..."

"During that time, he came to see me secretly. His leg was injured by his mother several times, and he was raised again. He didn't seem to know the pain—"

"..."

"So for so many years, I really have an illusion. I thought he didn't know it hurt."

"..."

"But no."

"..."

"Why doesn't one know the pain? He doesn't know how tired he is when he keeps such a big family business? He looks at others and starts his own business with someone around him. Why doesn't he feel lonely? ? "

"..."

"But I, I never thought about it."

"..."

"Light cold ... I--"

Having said that, I couldn't say any more, and fell into his arms and wept.

Qinghan didn't persuade me, but just hugged me. At this time, he reached out and gently stroked my hair. After a long time, he said softly, "Your brother is a great person."

"..."

"Everyone in Xichuan will say so, and many years later, he will definitely say the same. As a young man, he can take up such a large family business, even think far ahead, and be able to steer Xichuan at the most critical time. Such a person-the people will remember him. "

I cried, "I, I would rather he do nothing, I just want him to stay."

Qing Han was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly: "Actually, his destiny may have been carved earlier."

I looked up at him and Qing Han slowly said, "When I was in Xichuan, the teacher talked about him and said that he was so talented, probably because he was too smart, so God would take him away. A pair of legs, if he still has those legs, maybe now, the situation in the world is another. "

"..."

"The teacher also said that he was too smart."

"..."

"It's so smart that it doesn't leave the year."

He said, looking down at me, and said, "Maybe, he came into being, so that at the most critical time, he took the helm for Xichuan, chose the right direction, and did all of this, he—"