Chapter 226 (1/2)

He didn't know how he finally got out of Aunt Liu's yard. He only felt that there was darkness before him, and then there was no direction. He walked on and on. He walked out of the yard and walked through the corridor. It seemed that someone was saying something behind him, and it seemed that there was no sound.

Until his whole body bumped into the door, his fingers held the wooden copper plated railings, and finally he was completely silent. The breath stuck in his throat was not swallowed, so he couldn't spit out. He looked up and saw the white pear blossoms blooming in the moonlight.

I don't know when, he was staggering to the spring Pavilion.

Pear flowers in the Milky light floating in the light, such as wisps of fragrance slowly spread out.

Staring for a moment, he subconsciously stepped up, but stumbled on the last staircase and sat there with his fingers slightly raised. He moved his body to the pear blossom branches stretching from the window on the attic and several snow petals falling on the ground.

It turns out that in his last life, when he stepped out of the palace with filial piety, he not only acted as a shield for the heartless person, but also acted as a shield for his own younger brother and sister under the control of his parents who had passed away.

It turns out that the first one who betrayed him was not Zhen, the princess of the county, Nan Jinglong, her husband's husband, and Jiang Hui, her cousin.

It was his parents who had expected to live day and night, even though he did not regret the loss of all that he had.

The last betrayal, he took a lifetime to complete, so this time?

How long will it take?

After a few steps, I suddenly stepped into the sky, and the moonlight faded away like a tide, and it was dark.

He fell down on the attic. His blue long clothes slipped from the gap of the stairs. His slender fingers stretched out the railing as if he wanted to touch the moonlight. When he crossed, he suddenly fell down and hit the bronze carving with a thump.

The silence around him spread like water. He lay there askew, his eyes half open and half closed, and his body was soft and painful. He had no strength to get up again.

As if it was just a moment later, there was a very light and light footstep sound in my ear, followed by a sudden rapid breath, and a calm and cold voice ringing in my ears.

”Chen Hua, Chen Hua...”

Who is it?

Eyelid unwilling to earn a few times, followed by the dark surging.

Who's calling me that?

”You are awake.” Seeing the eyelids of the man in his arms moved, his eyes turned black for a long time. The man in white could not help but drop down and caress his white side face with cold fingertips. His white clothes seemed to embrace the moonlight and shadow of flowers. Half of his beautiful face was illuminated. According to the color of his eyes, he seemed to melt and his voice was more gentle.

”You don't look right. Your pulse is very disordered. Just now your breath has gone astray, and you are almost possessed by the devil. Fortunately, I came in time, or you will lose your martial arts. ”

Jiang Luoyu's black eyelashes trembled, as if he didn't know him. He fixed his eyes on him for a long time, but his fingers slowly lifted up and touched his face.

”Chen Hua?” Feeling the warmth on his cheek, he rushed to the palace immediately after finishing the work. First, he found that the figure of Jiang Luoyu was very busy in the courtyard of the dying side imperial concubine. However, he did not find Jiang Luoyu's figure. So he searched the courtyard where the son of the world should live. He also found that Jiang Luoyu was lying on the stairs with his eyes closed, which made Murong, who was suddenly out of his mind Hao, this just slightly released a breath, and his eyes at this time obscure.

”Why look at me like this?”

The quiet man in his arms didn't answer the question, but the fingers on his cheek did not take back. Instead, they drew them gently. It was not like describing his face, but more like describing his heart.

The light white petals of pear blossom fall down and fall on the corner of the couch where they hold each other and flutter on the ground.

”Remember here?” There was no answer. The man in white was silent for a moment. He was not a man of eloquence, but he opened his mouth again. His voice and the fragrance of pear blossom were refreshing. ”This is the place where we first met.”

On that spring day many years ago, pear flowers were floating in the silent attic, and the children's clear voice resounded.

”How do you do this? It's a big wound. Does it hurt?”