Xie Queshan returned to Wangxuewu, his clothes were stained with blood, and his whole body was covered with chills, like a living king of hell. The female envoys who came towards him were all startled, and they all fell to the ground, not even daring to raise their eyebrows. out.
He didn't want to talk, didn't bother to explain, and walked straight to his room.
"Xie Queshan!"
Then he was stopped by a sharp female voice.
Xie Queshan stopped numbly, looked back, and called out: "Second Sister."
Mrs. Gantang stepped forward, frowned and said, "What does it look like when you are dressed in unclean clothes?"
After saying that, he took out the handkerchief and raised his hand to wipe the blood on his hand.
Xie Queshan was very docile and allowed his second sister to manipulate him.
"What happened?" Mrs. Gantang asked in a low voice, but quickly said to herself, "Well, it's not convenient for me to know about your affairs."
"Second sister." Xie Queshan's voice seemed to be pleading. Mrs. Gantang suspected that she had heard wrongly and raised her eyes to look at his face.
His face still had that dead expressionless look.
But Mrs. Gantang could feel that something big had happened to her brother. He was already unconsciously showing a vulnerability that he never showed to others.
After all, they are family members connected by blood.
"Say." Her voice became a little softer.
"Can you help me find some of the best doctors who treat trauma in the city?" After a pause, Xie Queshan continued, "Don't let anyone know."
"Who is injured?" Mrs. Gantang's brows jumped, feeling something was wrong.
Xie Queshan didn't answer, just stood there.
"I know, I will help you do it."
After receiving the agreement, Xie Queshan left. In fact, he had no idea whether this preparation would be useful.
I numbly returned to my room and sat in front of the case until dusk.
If Guilaitang gave in, they would definitely send the person back within today, but there was no news at all. Xie Queshan's heart sank into the dark night with the setting sun.
He realized that the person opposite him was a gambler who was crazier and sharper than him. He refused to take a step back and even placed a bigger bet on the table. He didn't expect Zhang Yuehui to hate him so deeply.
Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. The most indispensable thing in this world is the madman who has nothing.
What about him? He is the person in the game and the one who can decide the direction of the game. Whether he wins or loses depends entirely on his decision.
...But he may not be able to make the right decision.
At this time, a vague smell of burnt smell came over with the wind, and Xie Queshan came back to his senses. He opened the window in confusion, only to see thick smoke rising from the small courtyard in front of him - that was the courtyard where Nan Yi once lived.
Xie Queshan was startled and thought it was a fire. Without thinking much, he rushed over the roof.
It was actually the female envoys who were burning things in the courtyard.
Xie Queshan fell from the eaves and shouted sharply: "What are you doing?"
The female envoys quickly stepped back and saluted, and the leader said: "Master, a few days ago the young lady suddenly fell ill and moved her to the village. Aunt Lu said she was afraid that the things in the room would be infected with the disease, so she asked the slaves to take all the clothes. Come out and burn."
He glanced around and saw a few pieces of clothing that were not old and new, burning in the brazier. Just as he was talking, the flames engulfed the clothes.
Xie Queshan was very irritated: "The person is not dead, why should he be burned!"
The female envoys were scolded so much that they did not dare to speak out, and all of them lowered their heads timidly, not knowing what kind of temper the master of the house had suddenly lost.
"Everyone get down."
The female envoys all evacuated in an instant, leaving Xie Queshan alone in the courtyard.
He stared at the brazier in shock, thinking that she would be very distressed if she knew that her clothes were burned.
Xie Queshan looked away. Her door was wide open, and he walked in without warning. The room had been turned over and was in a mess, with only the smallest traces of the owner's life remaining.
The rouge box on the corner of the table didn't have time to close the lid, and there were a few strands of long hair hidden in the cracks of the wooden comb. Everything was very ordinary, as if the owner would come back tonight.
Xie Queshan walked around behind the screen. The desk was in a mess, and the study's treasures were scattered around in an unruly manner. The brush was still stained with ink and stiff from the cold. There were two inkstones placed beside the pen. One was an ordinary inkstone, while the other was so exquisite that it seemed out of place.
Xie Queshan remembered that this was the inkstone given to her by Song Muchuan on the day of the spring banquet. But when she picked it up and looked at it, she saw a beautiful line of words engraved on it, "May my eldest sister-in-law be safe, happy, and live a long life."
Xie Queshan was stunned for a moment before he realized that this could not be Xie Xiaoliu's handwriting. It should have been given to her by Sister Qiu, presumably to thank her for saving her third uncle.
But why was it handed to Nan Yi from Song Muchuan?
There were some long-lasting things that he hadn't noticed quietly connecting in his mind. He was previously curious about the relationship between Song Muchuan and Nan Yi, so he sent someone to investigate and learned that the day before Song Muchuan entered Bingzhusi, he jumped over the river and was rescued by Nan Yi.
Maybe it was when Nan Yi went out that day that he took this inkstone with him and then left it at Song Muchuan's place? Later that time, she went to Huqiu Mountain to follow her second sister, so she couldn't possibly have an inkstone with her.
Why would she take this thing with her when she usually goes out? And that day, she also stole Aunt Lu's things.
There is an obvious answer - to raise cash.
It turned out that at that time, she was determined to leave, but his words made her stay. Because he promised her that he would let her go and let her live the rest of her life in peace.
He also knew that she might not believe in him that much, but she was a person with nowhere to go, so she could only believe in him.
But he never brought her any good things.
Xie Queshan opened the rice paper piled on the table and saw that the crooked and crooked calligraphy was all her practice. He could imagine her sitting slumped while practicing calligraphy, her mouth drooped, ink stained on her face, reluctant but still working hard.
There was a book underneath, and he opened it casually, only to find a few folded rice papers inside.
When he unfolded it, his eyes were shocked.
It was actually his name - Xie Chaoen.
She was quietly practicing his original name, writing it more correctly than other words, and carefully hiding it in the book.
He suddenly remembered that she had joked that she would learn to write his name and curse him.
Those memories became vivid again, and he could clearly recall the sunset hitting her face that day, making the down on her skin shine.
Her eyes were filled with golden sunshine, which could burn his eyes even in the memories.
His heart was tugged at the thought of the suffering she was suffering, and the healing wound began to hurt again, even more painful than when she pricked him with her own hands.
As she wished, he was cursed.
Admit it, he just loves her.
Love her tenacity, love her softness, love her untrained primitiveness, love everything she hurts him. Love is unreasonable and aggressive.
He is the most unsuitable person in the world to enjoy love, but he falls in love with someone. He also thought that this little bit of love was within his control. He is too arrogant.
His footsteps passed through the pavilions and pavilions of Wangxuewu, and finally he stood in front of the Buddhist hall on the back mountain.
Closed doors, airtight guards.
Xie Queshan stood for a long time, as if his feet were filled with lead and he could no longer move away.
He really wanted to ask his father-in-law what he should do.
It is a sword prepared for emperors. It has been tempered many times and must be unsheathed at the most valuable moment, not now.
But from the moment Pang Yu died, a crack appeared in his body. At this moment, the crack was like a roaring abyss, almost swallowing him up.
Why can't he protect anyone he protects? He made the oath to "establish a heart for the heaven and earth, and a destiny for the people." What exactly did he take?
Saving one person or saving the world has never been an isolated and contradictory question. The answer changes all the time depending on the situation.
He knows that many people have been sacrificed on that dynasty ship. From the perspective of an overlooker, one more person is not too much, but the limitation of human beings is that he can only rise and fall with all living beings. Occasionally he is higher than others, but You can't always be right or always wise.
Some stupidity is also a valuable part of being a human being.
In the mortal body, love, hate, and resentment wax and wane, and this is the spark of life. Maybe his decision was wrong, but he has no regrets.
He always tries his best to save the people he can. If he let her die now, he would never be the one to save the world from the beginning.
What Zhang Yuehui figured out was Xie Queshan's true nature. This is a bet destined to lose.
The sky gradually darkened, and the spring breeze that blew over became colder again. Night has fallen.
Xie Queshan slowly knelt down in front of Zhumen and kowtowed three times solemnly.
He was a sinner, and now he was abandoning his King. But please forgive him, the king, he is only a mortal after all.
From the day Youdu Mansion surrendered, he no longer belonged to him. But this night, let him be selfish and despicable for once, and let him be wanton Xie Chaoen again.
……
In Huachao Pavilion, the carefully designed dragnet for Xie Queshan has been laid.
The show is about to begin, and Wanyan Jun is already waiting in the private room. Since it was Zhang Yuehui who personally asked him to set up an ambush, he thought it was a serious matter and he had to come. Naturally, he was also curious about which big shot from Bingzhusi would come today so that he could see who was causing trouble in Lidu Mansion.
In the dungeon, Zhang Yuehui had just finished checking the mechanism and was about to go up. His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of the green corner on the desk outside, wrapped in a white handkerchief, as well as the woman's purse, sachet, and several banknotes, piled up in disorder. corner.
The guard noticed his gaze and explained: "My boss, these are the things found from Qin's body."
Finally, Zhang Yuehui had some strange perception. He couldn't move his eyes away from the green color, because there was a faint crack in the jade.
He opened the square handkerchief and found several broken jade bracelets inside.
The rift he chose with his own hands, the distance he thought he created, was destined to miss each other from the beginning.
Zhang Yuehui felt as if he had been struck by lightning and froze in place.
He is a kite flying higher and higher, but there is always a faint thread pulling him, not wanting him to leave the world. The thread pulled at his flesh and bruised his body, and finally at this moment, he fell hard to the ground.
