Jin Boliang: Concubine Mei does not accept joy

Chapter 47
He didn't know how he came to Ziyun, he only knew how shocked and flustered he was when he saw her soaked clothes, messy hair, and the dazzling bright red around her pale lips .

Gently hugging Zi Yun, Ke Qinghong turned his eyes to look at Luo Yiming, but he didn't speak but just sighed helplessly, turned around and rushed out of the water prison.

The rain outside the house had stopped, but the air was still full of chill. Ke Qinghong tightened his arms and hugged Zi Yun tightly, and hurriedly ran towards "Sihui Pavilion".

Zi Yun leaned on the bed, staring at the green bamboos with yellowed leaves by the window, the yellowish bamboo leaves fell slowly in the wind, one after another melted into the soil.

The door of the room opened gently, and Ke Qinghong, dressed in fine clothes, appeared at the door, with a soft and unruly smile in his eyes, but a hint of sadness.

Zi Yun looked away from the window, turned to look at Ke Qinghong, and smiled softly: "You are here."

Hearing this, Ke Qinghong didn't open his mouth, but just approached her, put the bowl in his hand close to Ziyun's mouth, and asked her to drink the medicine in the bowl, and Ziyun didn't object, just obediently took his hand She drank the bowl of bitter medicine that made her feel nauseous.

Seeing that Ziyun finished drinking the medicine, Ke Qinghong immediately got up and left. From the beginning to the end, he never said a word to Ziyun. This has been the case for the past month. Ke Qinghong would come three times a day to watch her drink the medicine , and then left, never saying a word.

And for the past month, Ke Qinghong was the only person she had seen. Apart from him, no one had come to "Sihui Pavilion" again, including that man.

One month, to put it bluntly, let her recuperate in the "Sihui Pavilion", but Ziyun knew that this was just a disguised form of confinement.

For a month, she completely lost contact with the outside world and lived in her own world.

This kind of life made Zi Yun go crazy. She wanted to know about Di Yao's situation, and she was eager to know whether he was alive or dead?

"Qinghong, wait." The urgent words overflowed from Zi Yun's mouth, interrupting Ke Qinghong's leaving footsteps, "Are you planning to let me wait here to die?"

Hearing this, Ke Qinghong's heart couldn't help but ache, and he walked back to Zi Yun's side quickly, with reluctance and guilt in his eyes, and his slender fingers covering her soft, ink-like hair: "Yun'er, don't In this way, you only need to know that I will always be by your side and will never lie to you."

"Never lie to me..." Repeating this sentence over and over again, Zi Yun's hand suddenly grabbed Ke Qinghong's sleeve, with urgent expectations in his eyes, "Qinghong, you won't lie to me, right? Then tell me, brother Yao, how is he, where is he now?"

The hand stroking Zi Yun's long hair couldn't help shaking, but then withdrew it. Ke Qinghong avoided looking at Zi Yun's expectant eyes, stood up and whispered, "Di Yao, he's fine."

Seeing Ke Qinghong's reaction, Zi Yun sighed softly, and his eyes were instantly clouded: "Didn't you say you won't lie to me?" With a self-deprecating smile, Zi Yun raised his eyes to look at the top of the window curtain, faintly He said, "He, something happened, right? Tell me."

Although Ziyun didn't want to admit it, but when she saw Ke Qinghong's dodging eyes, she knew that something must have happened to her brother Yao, the brother Yao who doted on her, but when she knew the truth, She wished she hadn't asked the question at all.

"He... is dead." Ke Qinghong hugged Ziyun heavily into his arms, and whispered in her ear, with a tone of reluctance and distress, "Yun'er, don't be sad, there is me, I Will be with you forever."

Dead, dead, just such a simple word, just this short sentence made that gentle man leave this world, far away from the chaos, and also out of her life.

Ziyun's heart hurts, but there are no tears in her eyes. She doesn't know why she can't cry, but she feels a little relieved. It doesn't matter if she leaves, leaving is also a kind of relief. Let her bear the complexity of this world alone. with sin.

Gently pushing Ke Qinghong away, Zi Yun lay down and turned to face the wall, and said indifferently: "Qinghong, you go back.

Lying on his side on the bed, Zi Yun stared blankly at the mottled wall in front of him, his heart filled with pain.

Ke Qinghong had already left at some point, and the "Sihui Pavilion" was suddenly quiet, only the swishing sound of the autumn wind blowing the leaves outside the window could be faintly heard, which was extremely ghostly.

As the setting sun slanted, the afterglow shone on this lonely and simple courtyard, reflecting a bright red.

The night was quiet and quiet, without Xia Ye's irritating insect chirping, Zi Yun still lay motionless on the bed, and hadn't had a drop of water since morning.

Perhaps it was the news of Di Yao's death that stimulated her, and the pain spread in her heart one after another, spreading, biting her heart.

Zi Yun's cold poison flared up again.

Biting her lower lip tightly, Zi Yun curled up her body, with an indifferent smile on her face, she used to get poisoned once a month, but now it is more frequent, maybe she will be relieved after she dies.

A chill spread over his body, as if it was about to freeze Zi Yun's heart.

Outside the house, the autumn wind was still unmoved, blowing the trees, and the leaves fell off, desolate and beautiful.

Pain mixed with chills gradually came to my heart, Zi Yun finally couldn't stand the torture, Qing Cheng's eyes closed suddenly, and she lost consciousness.

The door of the room was opened quietly, and the autumn wind poured in. Suddenly, a blush flashed, and then disappeared in an instant.

When Zi Yun woke up, it was already the morning of the next day, today's sunlight was exceptionally bright, pouring in through the open wooden window, illuminating the chill in the room.

Getting up on the bed, Zi Yun suddenly felt an inexplicable ache in his body. He turned his eyes and glanced at his left arm inadvertently, but saw a tear on the shirt of his left arm. Neat and thin, obviously cut by a sword.

Doubt suddenly came to Ziyun's heart, she was sure that the clothes were not torn when the cold poison broke out yesterday, why are they torn now?

Getting up and getting out of bed, Zi Yun changed into a suit of clothes, holding the inexplicable torn clothes in both hands, sitting at the table, although he was puzzled, Zi Yun's eyes were still so indifferent.

While he was thinking, there was a sudden noise from outside the "Sihui Pavilion". It seemed that a large group of people were rushing towards this side. Putting down the clothes in their hands, Zi Yun walked to the door, and saw a group of guards coming towards this side. Come, and immediately surrounded the "Sihui Pavilion".

"What do you mean by that?"

Seeing Zi Yun's questioning, a man who seemed to be the leader stepped forward, saluted and replied: "Back to Concubine Yi, the empress met an assassin again last night, that's why the emperor sent his subordinates to protect Concubine Yi." After finishing speaking, he left without waiting for Zi Yun to open his mouth.

Looking at the guards standing at the door, Zi Yun smiled mockingly, protection?It sounds so high-sounding, but the superficial protection is just to guard against me.

Suddenly remembered what Luo Yiming said in "Sihui Pavilion" a month ago, assassinating the queen and trying to escape.

Could it be that she really went to assassinate the queen, but why she has no memory at all.

She only remembered that she fell into a coma due to the attack of cold poison last night, and she didn't know what happened after that.

Could it be the queen who he assassinated after he fell into a coma?
Realizing this, Zi Yun suddenly felt that she was crazy, she would stand up and assassinate others even in a coma, could it be that puppets can be controlled by others!

puppet?Controlled?
Zi Yun's heart kept screaming, thoughts suddenly emerged, and everything seemed to be clear.

The clothes that were inexplicably cut by the sword, he woke up with only aching all over his body, and the attack on the queen and the assassin this time seemed to be when his cold poison was onset.

But, who is controlling her behind the scenes, let her assassinate the queen, and what is the purpose?
Full of doubts, Zi Yun turned around and entered the house, she could no longer stand the chilly autumn wind due to the cold poison in her body.

(End of this chapter)