The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 711
When Song Xieyu and Xie Chu came out of the hall, the north wind was blowing bitterly, and the shaved faces were a little painful.

Xie Yang was not imprisoned elsewhere, but was still guarded in the Prince's Hall where he lived when he was the prince. When Song Xieyu passed by, he was sitting on the ground, without his usual respect, decadent and lifeless. It looked even more lifeless.

Seeing Song Xieyu and Xie Chu come together, the mockery in Xie Yang's eyes was clearly visible to the naked eye: "Are you two here to see off the orphan?"

Xie Chu stopped three steps away from Xie Yang, his eyes were cold, his tall figure made him look a bit more imposing.

Yang Jin was holding a tray behind him, and the small bowl on it was very familiar: "His Royal Highness, do you need to warm up this medicine?"

Xie Yang seemed to have heard a joke, struggled for a moment and stood up staggeringly from the ground, holding the bowl in the palm of his right hand: "They are all people who are going on the road, how can there be so much attention."

He spoke lightly, but the hand holding the bowl trembled slightly, revealing his unsteady mood.

Song Xieyu stood at the door, looking at Xie Yang in the hall, his pupils suddenly became dizzy, and he felt as if he had returned to the nightmare that happened a long time ago.

Back then, Xie Chu stood in front of her like this, Yang Jin was holding the bowl of soup medicine, she was like Xie Yang now, after fighting for several years, she finally ended up in a thin coffin.

"Changle, what's the matter?" While immersed in his own thoughts, Xie Chu's voice came from his ear, his tone slightly tense, calm and mellow.

Song Xieyu raised her head, a coldness suddenly slipped from the corner of her eyes, she subconsciously raised the tip of her right finger to touch it, and the tentacles were slippery.

What fell from his face just now was not snow, but a tear.

Seeing Xie Chu's tense expression, Song Xieyu shook his head lightly, his tone trembling slightly: "I'm fine."

Xie Chu didn't believe her words. He had eyes and could tell if she was alright.

On the way here just now, he sensed that something was wrong with Song Xieyu, but it wasn't obvious at the time, so he didn't say much.

But just now, he clearly saw Song Xieyu staring at Xie Yang, her eyeballs were not bad, and the melancholy inside rendered her eyes complex and unclear, and she even shed tears in the end.

Is she... reluctant?

Even if Xie Chu had confidence in Song Xieyu, if he stood with Xie Yang, even if Song Xieyu was blind, he would not fall in love with Xie Yang.

But after all, Xie Yang was earlier than the Song Xieyu he knew, and his nephew is best at rhetoric, turning black and white, and pretending to be affectionate.

Even if Song Xieyu came to her senses, there was no guarantee that she would not retain some thoughts about Xie Yang. She said that she was fine and her voice trembled like this. Could it be that a real person is about to die, and all grievances will disappear?

No matter how well the living do, they will never be able to beat the dead. If Xie Yang's death really left a corner in Song Xieyu's heart to remember in his spare time, even if he felt that Xie Yang's move was disgusting, he would have to pinch his nose and give it to him. eat it.

Song Xieyu was protected by him on the tip of his heart, he would never embarrass her because of a dead person, and he was reluctant to embarrass her.

Song Xieyu didn't notice Xie Chu's thoughts at all, and now she focused all her attention on the bowl of soup and Xie Yang.

Xie Yang naturally also noticed that Song Xieyu was different from usual. Holding the bowl, he looked at Xie Chu who had a gloomy expression beside him, and suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Xie Chu from a distance. Made a gesture of toasting.

"When Gu prepared this bowl of medicine, I never thought that it was for myself. Now that I think about it, I find it very interesting."

Xie Chu withdrew his gaze from Song Xieyu, and when he looked at Xie Yang again, his long and narrow phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, their color became darker and deeper, bottomless, and his tone became more chilly: " Since the crown prince doesn't mind the hot or cold medicine, why don't you hurry up? This king can also deal with His Majesty."

Being urged by him like this, Xie Yang became less anxious, turned the bowl around in his palm, and suddenly looked at Song Xieyu next to him, his delicate and thin outline was covered by a dark layer: "Sister Yu'er, lonely In this life, even if you commit the crime of murdering your father, you still feel that you have a clear conscience, and you are the only one who is ashamed."

His words of repentance successfully made Xie Chu's face sink, his face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, which made the room completely cold, and his face was extremely ugly.

Xie Yang carefully hid the imperceptible smugness at the end of his eyes, he was defeated, but so what?Don't think he can't see it, this Uncle Wang, he looks resourceful, resourceful, cold-hearted, like a fairy in the sky, untouched by mortal world, with emotions and desires, but he might care about him and Song Xie in his heart Yu used to have that friendship.

Even if he died today, he would have to plant a seed of doubt in Xie Chu's heart, to keep Xie Chu awake at night, to have no peace, to make Xie Chu and Song Xieyu...

Don't end well!

Yang Jin looked at it from the side, and stared at Xie Yang with a pair of sharp black eyes full of hostility: "If His Royal Highness insists on talking nonsense to waste time, I don't mind helping you."

Xie Yang didn't hesitate at all, the corners of his mouth were extremely disdainful, he looked around, then tilted his neck, and drank the medicine completely.

Seeing that Xie Yang drank the medicine, Xie Chu felt relieved when Song Xieyu suddenly staggered and almost fell down.

"Princess!" Yang Jin was the first to sense something was wrong, and wanted to help, but Song Xieyu had already been hugged and protected by Xie Chu.

Yang Jin's voice drew everyone's attention to Song Xieyu, seeing her strange, her eyes were different for a while.

Xie Chu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The princess is scared, get out!"

Yuxian and Yushu still hesitated, and it was Yang Jin who pulled them away.

Xie Chu hugged Song Xieyu, his clothes were wet with Song Xieyu's tears, his heart seemed to be crushed by a big rock, and the negative emotions in his heart almost crushed him.

He wanted to ask Song Xieyu if he really cared about Xie Yang so much?Even though she had been married to him for nearly a year, she still couldn't control her emotions after seeing Xie Yang's death, and shed tears for other men in front of her husband?
My heart was turbulent, but only three words came out of my mouth: "Don't cry."

He held the back of Song Xieyu's head and pressed the person into his arms, paused, and then said with a wry smile: "The person is gone, if you are really sad..."

She cried so much that his heart ached, no matter how much he hated Xie Yang, but at this moment, he couldn't care less, the person was gone, the living were no match for the dead, but the dead were no match for the living.

Xie Yang is dead, if it can make Song Xieyu feel better, he can personally take care of Xie Yang's affairs and let Song Xieyu do his last...

(End of this chapter)