Chapter 480 (1/2)
Yuan Zhi was so angry that he felt dizzy. He frowned tightly, covered his chest, and slid down the wall to the ground.
Meng Xia lifted Yuanzhi up and asked him to lean against the wall and sit on the ground: ”elder brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me! Princess, what do you think of your elder brother's anger? Can't you be sensible and listen to elder brother? Is he going to hurt you? ”
Murong Zhining steps out from behind Shi Qilin. She squats in front of Yuanzhi in shame and wipes the sweat beads on Yuanzhi's forehead with a handkerchief: ”I'm sorry, big brother! Ning'er didn't want to run away. Ning'er just couldn't restrain her curiosity and came here. Just now, Ning'er is only afraid of being scolded by her elder brother, which makes her so flustered! Elder brother, Ning'er just wants to solve the doubts in happiness This house seems to have an irresistible magic to Ning'er, which makes her want to have a look. ”
Meng Xia looked at the two men sadly: ”elder brother, don't be angry. Princess, it's obvious that there's no one living in this house. I'll try to open the gate of the house and take you in to have a look. Then you will follow us back. How are you doing? ”
Murong Zhining's eyes were filled with tears of gratitude. She nodded her head repeatedly: ”OK!”
Meng Xia used his Sabre to pry open the padlock on the gate of the courtyard. They helped Yuanzhi and entered the courtyard.
Murong as like as two peas every tree and Bush looked around, her eyes were full of shock: ”Why are all the plants and trees here exactly the same as what I have in my dream? The fish pond, the swing on the pond side, the osmanthus trees on the wall, and the Indus tree in front of the small building all appeared in my dream.
The three entered the study on the left side of the building, and Meng Xia lit the lamp on the desk.
Murong Zhining stands in front of the desk, looking curiously at the neatly stacked calligraphy and paintings on the desk, a unique and delicate envelope, leaping into her eyes, on which is written in neat official script: Murong Zhining's wife, eight big characters.
Yuan Zhi presses Murong Zhining's hand: ”Ning'er, it's all gone. Don't look at it. Curiosity will only harm you!”
Murong Zhining's tears are like pearls that have broken the thread: ”originally, I am really the wife of general chiyun Brother, let me see what's written on this letter. After I read it, I will die! ”
Murong Zhining pulls out the letter paper in the envelope. On the exquisite letter paper, there are exquisite watermarks and pleasant fragrance. A line of strong, free and easy running script, like running clouds and flowing water, is reflected in Murong Zhining's eyes. Among the handwriting, there are dry tears everywhere. It can be seen that the owner of this letter has held it for countless times and wept sadly.
Murong Zhining can't help but whisper: ”my wife and my son are separated from each other for several days, but they are suffering from lovesickness. Taste the delicacies of the jade pond without knowing the taste; sleep on the jade pillow of Lantian without sleeping. Playing the piano and the music are disordered; holding the brocade and the quilt is colder. I sigh for my husband that in this world, acacia is the most bitter, and parting is the most unbearable! Every time I remember Ning'er's smile, it seems like years. Ning'er, my heart, my feelings, my dreams and my soul. If you want to tell love to the strings, the strings will be solemn and the voice will be sad; but you can teach the fish and the wild geese to pass on their feelings. The fish can't bear the weight of the ruler, and the wild geese can't bear the weight of the brocade book. Thousands of words, to say still rest! Only wish that there would be no more wars in the world. I would like to hold my son's hands and carry him to Haoshou. F: xuanzi. ”
Murong Zhining is like being bombarded by five thunders. Her hand is holding the desk, but people slide to the ground. She fell on the carpet with a moan.
Yuan Zhi and Meng Xia are disappointed. They are stunned and don't know how to appease Murong Zhining.
Murong Zhining's cry echoed in her study. She let out her accumulated emotions wantonly. Once the oath, even if she lost her memory, still by the letter that sincere feelings, moved tears.
Murong Zhining, after venting her resentment, stood up and lit the letter paper on the candlelight and threw it into the copper fire pot under the table. The letter paper curled and jumped in the fire pot, and finally burned to ashes, just like the vast memory of Murong Zhining who was buried.
Murong Zhining wiped the tears from her eyes and put on a charming smile: ”elder brother and sister Meng, I want to understand that I have read the resolution from general chiyun's face! From today on, I will officially say goodbye to the past, and seriously complete the mission I bear! Elder brother, I promise you, I will not dwell on the past any more! ”
Yuan Zhijin's frown is tight, and slowly stretches out: ”Ning'er, just understand! No one can help you stand up except yourself! Meng Xia, let's take the princess away from here! If you can't get out of the city, you'll find an inn to live in. Tomorrow morning, you'll meet the people waiting outside the city. ”
Three people out of the courtyard, Murong Zhining immediately nostalgic to look back, looked at the courtyard of the building. In her mind, a picture burst into her mind: immediately the cold general, covered with green cloth, looked at the upstairs window. Suddenly he jumped off his horse, rushed into the courtyard like crazy, ran upstairs, held the crying woman in the corner in his arms, gently carried her to the bed, printed a holy kiss on her forehead, and resolutely turned away 。
Murong Zhining lies on Yuanzhi's chest, her tears slide out of her eyes silently, moistening Yuanzhi's front. Yuanzhi reached out and gently held her. Two horses drove away from the deep lane one by one, and then joined the bright downtown of Chongde.In the late night guest room, there is a bean like light on the table. Murong Zhining faces the wall, curls up in the brocade quilt, and tears fall down line by line.