C58 (1/2)
The lights in the room seemed to have dimmed as well, and the cool night air in all directions gathered around her. That cold and emotionless aura gradually pressed into her body and seeped into her heart, turning into steel knives that minced her weak hope of protecting him with all her might.
She stood up shakily, but before she could say anything, tears had already flowed down her face. One by one, tears fell as they fell to the ground and quickly, soundlessly dispersed.
”There, walk straight. The first courtyard …” Tutor Qian's finger seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds as he pointed at a door on the wall behind the room. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. After speaking, he covered his eyes.
The sadness that had accumulated in her heart over the years seemed to surge up to her chest, over her heart, and to her mouth in but a moment.
It was as if he had fallen into a field of death by himself. There was no life, only despair. It was a kind of endless desolation.
It was as if her soul had been extracted from her body. The only thing that remained in her mind was the wanderer chant she had just learned when she was young:
Mom, listen to me recite poetry for you.
Alright, carry on. I'm listening. The tall and fat woman wiped her hands on her apron and earnestly sat in front of her, listening to her daughter's childish words.
The thread in the mother's hand, the wanderer's clothes.
As they left, they did not want to be late.
Who was the one who was careful with his words and reported the Three Sunsets …
In a daze, he staggered to the entrance of the courtyard that Tutor Qian pointed out, revealing a bit of shaking light in the room.
Her mind was a hazy mess. She knew that her mother was there, so she walked forward without a care.
Madame Du Su lay on the bed, and Ru Yi dared not admit it. The person on the bed had gray hair, a dull complexion, and lips that were almost devoid of blood. Ru Yi fell to her knees in front of the bed.
”Mother, your daughter is unfilial. She came late.”
Finally, she could no longer hold back the pain in her heart. All of her long perseverance and perseverance had lost its meaning because of this moment.
Xue Chaoyun hid in the corner, unable to tell what he was feeling.
At first, he just went to the Du Family for a visit. When he heard that his cousin was praying for his cousin in the Royal Monastery, he came here involuntarily. Although the Royal Temple was not open to the public, it was not difficult for him to come from the back of the mountain.
When they found their way to the Du Family's elder cousin's courtyard, it was already getting dark. They heard two small Shami who had brought them food, ”Today, Mistress Xiao Hui has a blessing in disguise. This rice cake was given to her by a French Master.”
Another said, ”When a master comes out of seclusion, he has always only given pastries to fated people. It seems like Mistress Xiao Hui will be able to accomplish what she wants this time.”
However, someone in front shook his head, ”That might not be the case. The host will definitely not agree to it.”
The other one said, ”How strange, it's just a matter of law. We don't know how many times we've done it, but this Almsgiver here doesn't want to do it …”
As he hid in the tree and listened to these words, his heart gradually grew dull and painful. If the two Shamings were talking about the Du Family's Aunt, then the matter that Aunt Du wanted must have been done for Cousin Wei Zhao.
His cousin had been gone for a few years. Other than him, there was still his aunt thinking like this. It was unlikely that his cousin would feel lonely in the underworld, but he still couldn't accept the fact that she was dead …
Initially, when he learned martial arts, he hated the royal family and the imperial concubines. So many guards and palace maids, why did his cousin save him and kill him? At that time, his cousin was only nine years old, not even ten years old.
When he saw the little Shami bringing food into a courtyard and coming out of it, he gently floated into the temple. Luckily, there were not many people in the temple hall, otherwise, people would definitely find out about it, and today he was only wearing a white robe, which was very eye-catching.
He thought for a while and felt that it would be inappropriate for him to go out like this. He then thought of taking his father's card and going up the mountain again, but before he could leave, he realized that something was wrong. He fell asleep before he finished eating.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw two monks come in and carry his cousin to bed, then quickly leave.
Puzzled, he quickly walked to the side of the bed and reached out his hand to test her breathing. Just as he was about to establish a pulse, he heard some movement outside and remembered that he was an unexpected guest.
The person in front of him, although he called her a young girl, he didn't dress her like a young girl.
She was dressed in a fine riding suit, adorned with a little gold crown, black feathery hair in a boy's bun, a plain white brocade riding dress with red cloud stripes at the cuffs, a red ribbon with golden flowers on the waist, and a pair of light-colored deer boots, muddy to the touch, which showed how much she had come.
Ru Yi was still crying. Normally, she might have noticed that there were other people in the room, but right now, she was only focusing on sticking close to Du Su's face and couldn't help but cry out in pain.
”Mother, don't die … It's all my fault … Open your eyes and look, I'm your Wei Zhao'er!” Mother, look at me. I'm not dead, so don't die … ”
She could hear the sound of it in her ears, and she knew that someone had just come in and carried her to bed, but this one behind her …
Her Wei Zhao … Was this the appearance of the Bodhisattva, telling her to meet her daughter in her dreams? But why was it so real? It was just like real. Madame Du Su tried so hard to open her eyes to take a look, but she couldn't. There seemed to be moisture on her face. That wasn't hers.