Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 462 - Misty Rain and Wet Apparatus
After Sikong Que heard these words, his face turned pale immediately. He pushed Guan Shan in front of him and galloped straight towards the gate. Just as he was about to reach the gate of the scholar's mansion, the vermilion lacquer gate suddenly closed shut.

"Que Er, cough, cough, cough, mother is suffering, can't you stay and take care of mother?"

Guan Yi, who had just fallen asleep after taking the decoction, walked in front of Sikong Que tremblingly with the support of his servants. His mother's reaction was so intense, and Sikong Que felt even more uneasy.

The mother deliberately kept him in the mansion here, she must not want him to go back to the prime minister's mansion, something must have happened to Qingmei!

The more he thought about it, the more flustered he became, so he went straight to the point, saving time by procrastinating.

"Mother, she develops a rash when she eats broad beans, so you trapped me in the mansion, what are you trying to cover up some ulterior secret?"

Guan Yi dragged his sick body and walked slowly in front of her son. She did all the calculations, but unexpectedly, she still kept everything secret. In order to hold back Que Er's footsteps, she took a shower with cold water and stood in the night wind for several hours. At the cost of severe typhoid fever, Queer managed to avoid being seen through.

Her son is too smart, if he pretends to be sick, he will be able to spot it easily in a short time.

"Wait a little longer, go back after breakfast tomorrow, okay?"

There was a trace of grievance and sadness in her eyes just right, hoping to arouse her son's momentary soft-heartedness.

Counting the time, the good news that many people were looking forward to, should be on the way back to Fanjing City.

With some difficulty, Sikong Que walked in front of his mother, supported her precarious body, and a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Mother, as I said before, I live with her and die with her. If you don't want a white-haired man to give a black-haired man, then don't do things that make your loved ones hurt your enemies!"

Although Guan Yi's face was calm, his heart was full of turbulent waves.Or did he see through his thoughts?

"Report!!"

Just when the mother and son were at war, there was a hasty knock on the door outside the scholar's mansion. Although Guan Yi was sick and haggard, he felt a little joy in his heart, so he gently raised his hand and ordered Guan Shan to open the door.

"Scholar Guan, the Prime Minister strayed into Calabash Valley when he was suppressing bandits in Mangdang Mountain. He was killed in a landslide with no bones left. His Royal Highness ordered you to enter the palace quickly to discuss the aftermath!"

"Queer!! Come back to me! Cough cough cough cough."

Sikong Que's mind was blank, he staggered and jumped on the fast horse that the messenger servant had parked in front of the mansion gate, rode Juechen, and galloped towards the outside of the city.

Along the way, he looked like a walking corpse, and finally arrived at the Gourd Valley at dawn. At this time, a large number of Jinwu Guards sent by Her Majesty the Empress were searching Zhao Qingmei's body inch by inch in the Gourd Valley.

On the other hand, Zhao Qingmei's father supported the dwarf pine and wept bitterly. Beside him, a middle-aged woman in a bright yellow dragon robe was comforting him softly. That woman must be Ran Qu's empress. .

"Zhao Xi!"

He quickly walked up to Zhao Xi, who was ashen-faced and covered in mud, and immediately shook her shoulders crazily.

"Where is she!! Where is she!!"

"Sikong side husband. Damn this subordinate for failing to protect the prime minister! Damn this subordinate, the prime minister and Zhao Mu pursued the remnants of the enemy in the calabash valley, while the subordinate was in charge of the rear. At that time, only heard the landslide in the calabash valley There was a loud noise, and by the time we arrived, the Calabash Valley had been flattened by mudslides."

"Dig it!!"

Sikong Que was in deep pain, and his tears were like a long river breaking its embankment. He didn't know how he got to the dug up body.

From a distance, one could see a piece of bloody wreckage, and even the only remaining rags on the wreckage were dyed scarlet by the pool of blood, making it impossible to distinguish the original color of the cloth.

Sikong Que knelt on the ground helplessly, holding the wreck tightly in his arms. Just as he was about to cry in grief, he suddenly saw a beautifully crafted and magnificent jade butterfly earring hanging on the wreck. People are not his Qingmei!

"Zhao Xi, come and see who this person is? She is not the prime minister!"

After hearing the news, Zhao Xi, who came to Sikong Que's side, hurriedly leaned over to carefully identify the broken and incomplete body. She looked at it for a long time, and then groped for a moment on the body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is Zhao Mu, not the prime minister, fortunately not the prime minister." Zhao Xi said with a choked head downcast.

"Since we found Zhao Mu, the Prime Minister's may be nearby!"

Zhao Xi didn't dare to say the word of the body, she was worried about stimulating the mourning man who was already on the verge of collapse in front of her, and she couldn't bear it subconsciously.

And Zhao Qingmei's father was overwhelmed with grief, and when he learned that his daughter's chance of surviving was slim, he wailed several times and fell into a faint. At this time, he was rushed back to Fanjing City for treatment by the Empress.

"Dig quickly! Your Excellency, Prime Minister, stay nearby, move gently, no shovel is allowed, all digging with hands!"

"promise!"

These are all gravel and gravel. If you dig them with your bare hands, it may not be long before your hands will become as bloody and bloody as those buried alive. open gravel.

Meanwhile, Sikong Que buried his head in anxiety and desperately planed the hard gravel with his hands. At this moment, the pain of losing his beloved had already made him unable to feel other insignificant external pains. Looking at the gravel in front of him.

"Sikong steward."

Zhao Xi looked at his desolate and desolate appearance, and then saw his deformed fingers dripping with blood, and broke down in tears.

"You are not allowed to die, you are not allowed to die! You agreed to spoil me and love me for the rest of your life! Why did you leave me alone, you are not allowed to die!!"

"Sikong side husband, calm down! If your hand continues to dig like this, it will be completely useless! Master Quanxia knows that if he sees you like this, he will definitely be heartbroken!"

With internal force, Sikong Que shook away the servants who wanted to take him away forcibly, but he was still stubbornly pawing at the mountain-like pile of rubble in front of him.

"Queer!"

Guan Yi threw herself in front of her son heartbroken, but she never thought that Que'er's affection for Zhao Qingmei was so deep that life and death would accompany her. Seeing her son's eyes filled with death, she suddenly shuddered.

"Go away, she's not dead, trust me! She's not dead!"

"Que'er, woo woo woo. Don't scare your mother, your appearance makes her very worried, so be sober!"

Sikong Que pushed his mother away, still digging the gravel with his bare hands in the mud and rocks.

"Don't be afraid, Qingmei, you must hold on, I will be able to save you! You must wait for me!"

Guan Yi was terrified when he heard the plausible words in his mouth, and wondered if Que'er was overly sad, his spirit was extremely stimulated, and he was a little out of order?
(End of this chapter)