MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 157

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The squalling wind howled in his ear, with a sobbing sound, like a woman crying through her chest, miserable and mournful. His face was stiff, his pupils were dark and bloodless, and he had no expression, and no one could see whether he was in grief or pain at the moment? In fact, there was nothing, and his mind was empty. As time passed, the empty places were gradually filled with anger and hatred, and his mind was full of only two words: Fu Lui!

That vicious woman, he was going to make her pay.

With his fists clenched, he quickly jumped back onto the horse and swung his whip in a hurry. The BMW hissed, his hoofs rose into the sky, and he flew away alone. Leng Yan quickly followed, and the guards of Xuanyi also receded like tide. Within dozens of feet outside the pupil, only a pile of dead corpses and a black and thin horse accompanied the white-haired woman.

In the middle of the night, snow and goose feathers kept flying, and she still bowed to the ground. Her white hair was scattered and spread on the ground, and her hands were drowned by the snow.

Her limbs were numb, she slowly raised her head, stood on the ground, the snowflakes on her eyebrows fell, and there was a bitter taste of coldness at the corners of her lips.

There was only one thing she could do at this time.

Beyond three feet, she picked up a wooden board on the ground, walked to the open space on the side of the road ahead, kneeling down beside the rock and stone, plucking away the snow, digging with a sword to freeze the ice and snow, like a stone Hard land. This road is the only way for the North Koreans to march in the future. She does not want her mother's ashes to be trampled by thousands of people on the road. This is the only thing she has to do at this moment.

Back to Hitomi, the camp will be a big account.

Li Shi knelt in front of the bed with respectful expression. After Zong Zheng's unscrupulous wounds were handled properly, he was lying on the bed with no energy, and he could not even lift his eyelids. After listening to Li Shizheng's report of the wooden box mysterious machine, he asked blankly, "Did you ask your mother to do this?"

"Sir, yes."

Zong Zheng frowned slightly, a soldier came in and reported: "Under the enlightenment, the people and horses brought by the Emperor of the South were withdrawn, and only the woman was still there."

Opening his eyes wryly, he sat up suddenly from the bed, and the wound was numb. If he didn't realize it, he just hurriedly asked, "She's alone? What are you doing?"

"Hey, it's a person. She knelt in the snow for half an hour, and later she didn't know what to dig with a sword."

Zong Zheng did not raise a quilt, Li Shi was shocked: "Your Majesty, you have an injury on your body, and you should rest in good health."

"Give me a note. Immediately." He pushed Li Shi away, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Helpless, Li Shi had no choice but to find a soft car in the city, covered with a soft quilt, to make him as comfortable as possible.

After exiting Tongtong Pass, the distance of dozens of feet soon arrived. Zong Zheng had no plans to ask the soft car to be closer. Lifting the car curtain, he looked at the woman's thin and thin back. In the blizzard, she was trembling due to the movements of her hands. He helped the car to stand up and wanted to go to her.

"Don't come over." He said indifferently, her hoarse voice not like hers.

Zong Zheng's action was stagnant, his eyes were dim, and he waved everyone back. The coat on her body was wrapped tightly, but the cold wind was still pouring into it, and the people couldn't help shaking. He stood for a long time, and looked at her stunned, watching her desperately plowing the ice with a sword, and then holding the soil with his hands and throwing it away. It moves quickly, like with whom to grab time.

His heart was sore and he felt sorry. "Rongle." He called out. She didn't respond. She continued to dig the pit and dig the soil very seriously, and she didn't stop for a moment. It seemed that nothing else had anything to do with her.

Snow fell on her body, and the soil that was thrown out caused the wind to come back, hitting her head and face, and she stubbornly repeated her actions, one after another ...

He finally couldn't help, regardless of his injuries, rushed towards her, not knowing where the strength came from.

Grasping her hand, his heartache sounded lowly, "Enough, don't dig!"

Her hands are so cool! It's like the temperature of seawater under three feet of freezing. He grabbed the sword in her hand, but the sword was gripped tightly, as if frozen with her hand. He raised his hand again to wipe away the scum that stuck to her pale face, but she ducked her head.

He stiffened his hands in the air, dropped weakly, and asked softly, "What do you want to bury? With such a strong wind, those ashes have long been blown away!"

What to bury? She was blinded and empty, like the boundless night. The wind was violent and the ashes were not there. What was she going to bury?

"Buried my happiness ... is it okay?" Her soft voice was uncertain. It seemed to be asking someone, and it seemed to be herself.

There was a moment of stasis in his breathing, with deep regret for the woman in his lonely eyes, "Isn't your happiness in him? He is still alive and still in love with you, why do you need to?"

She slowly turned her head, a bleak sorrow at the bottom of her eyes, and a pale satire at the corner of her mouth, questioning: "Do you think that ... until now, I and he are still happy? Come this step, Are you ... satisfied? "

From the moment the box of ashes was lifted, she heard clearly the sound of happiness being broken. Originally, all this could happen without worry. In order to save her, outside the tens of thousands of Xuande halls, he gave up the rivers and mountains, gave up everything, and left his mother's body to his enemies. The frustrated ending! Worry-free, he loves his mother that way, how can he accept such a cruel fact? Maybe he won't regret saving her, but he must bear the guilt of his mother for this and cannot forgive himself.

Happiness to her is always a flash of fireworks. After the splendor, the lasting sadness remains. How to go on a life that ca n’t see hope?

Zongzheng's helpless throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't spit out his mouth. On this trip to Yuzhou, he might not have come! He has always been rational and cautious, knowing what should be done and what should not be done, but this time, all his intellect can't miss her, and come to see her desperately. Is it wrong? He thought it would be nice to die in her hands like that. However, he kept his mind secretly prepared, but his fate seemed to be in the hands of others at the most critical time!

"Rongle ..." He wanted to say sorry, but was interrupted by her.

"You know, the person I don't want to see now is you." She knelt in front of the pit she dug, sitting on her feet, her legs were numb and she had no sense. She was expressionless, her voice lingering in the cold, "At this time, I don't want to kill anyone, you go."

After she said it, she continued digging by herself, no longer paying attention to the sad man beside him.

After a while, Zong Zheng took a deep breath and turned his head to command: "Come, find tools to help."

"No. I don't want to fake it." She refused indifferently, leaving no room for it.

He frowned. "Don't be stubborn. You dig like this. For three days and nights, the snow has melted and you can't bury anything."

"It's my business, no need to worry about you." She said coldly.

Helplessly got up, he shook his body, and immediately the guard came forward to support him. He returned to the soft car and ordered: "Notify Li Shi, close the Tongtong Pass, and send an army to the front to guard. Within three days, this road No one is allowed to pass, let alone the offender. "

"Observe!"

Three days and three nights, non-stop, a small, shallow pit finally became one person deep, with the size of two coffins. The woman took off her fox fur, kneeling down in a single coat, sweeping snow with the fox fur, burying the ice and snow in the ten feet of land in a soil pit, covering it with soil, and erecting a stake in front of the pit On the flattened wooden post, nothing was written.

Zong Zheng sat in the sedan without looking at her and kept watching her silently, without saying a word. The weather was getting colder and his wounds worsened. No matter what Li Shi asked, he turned a deaf ear and stared quietly at the woman who was experiencing sadness and despair. His desperate heart was even more dead.

He keeps asking himself: If he doesn't come to Yuzhou City, will he prevent his mother from crushing Yun Guifei's body into ashes? If he promised Zongzheng to worry-free and forced Li Shi to send him the ashes wooden box, wouldn't she dig the earth and bury the snow without such despair? It seems that no matter what he does, what he brings to her in the end will only be harm! Rongle ... she knew that the person he didn't want to hurt was her.

He persisted for three nights and two days. Under the torture of both body and mind, he finally failed to support him, and fainted in the sedan. Li Shi quickly asked someone to take him back for treatment by a doctor.

Another night was coming, and she had done everything, her limbs and even her body seemed to be not hers. She didn't listen to the call at all, even raising her eyelids was so difficult. The nasal breath is weak but burning, the nails of both hands are broken, the flesh of the fingertips is blurred, the soil penetrates into the flesh, and coagulates with the blood to form a block. She knelt before the stake and prayed in her heart, "Mother, if you have spirit in heaven, please bless him."

Supporting the ground with a sword, propped up, but could not stand. She tried hard several times and fell down before she stood up. She was lying on the ground, looking up sadly at the sky, and the sky was full of clouds. She closed her eyes slowly, her chapped lips flapping slightly in the wind. 2k novel reading network