MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 80 Missed Love (2)

080 Missed Love (2)

When dawn broke, Chang Jian reminded him several times, saying that it was time to face up, and Fu Zhaozhi turned a blind eye, looking at the quietly lying woman on the bed, suddenly felt that nothing in life meant anything.

He retired everyone, bent down and hugged her, thinking of his life in the past 21 years, can not help but feel sad.

This time, he wanted to let her go, but someone didn't want to let him go.

The lights in the room went out, and the sky outside was gray and endless. He suddenly thought, if only he could hold her like this. At least she wouldn't push back, struggle, or stab him with those words.

When Manju regained consciousness, she felt a slight heat around her neck and a heavy object on her body, and she was breathless. Opening her eyes slightly, she heard a sad sigh: "Rong Le, what should I do?"

She froze slightly. Is this voice Fu Fu? The Fu Zhao in her eyes seems to be gentle like a gentleman, but she has a deep and unpredictable mind, and she is always omissions. How can such a person make such a weak voice? Moreover, when he entered the house, he held her so tightly that she didn't even realize it!

"General." She hesitated for a moment and called him softly.

Fu Zhao's body shook, and he looked up stunned, with surprise in his eyes, "Rong Le, are you ... awake?"

She nodded indifferently, wondering a little. Was it strange that she woke up? Why is he so happy? And that look didn't look like camouflage at all. She moved and said, "General, can you get up? This is pressing me ... I'm out of breath."

Fu Zhu froze, then apologized for a gentle smile, and sat up. His eyes kept staring at her, with a bit of covetousness, as if he was afraid of missing a point, and then he could not see it.

Man Xun sat up holding his body, and saw that his eyes were a little blue, with red blood in his eyes, as if he had accumulated countless tiredness and exhausted his heart. It's been a long time, and he hasn't seen him for more than 20 days. How can he be like this? Look at the sky outside. At this hour in the past, he should have gone to the dynasty. Why did he stay in front of her bed today? She couldn't help but laugh and wondered: "The general is so strange today? It's all the time now, why don't you go up? Are you afraid of your Majesty?"

Fu Tzu looked at her, his lips moved, and he didn't speak, suddenly and hugged her suddenly.

As long as she was hurt, she was struck by a pain in the chest, but she struggled slightly, but Fu Zhao's arms were like iron tongs, and she couldn't move at all.

"General ..."

"Rongle ... don't move, don't talk, just like this ... let me hug for a while, just a moment." Fu Shu closed his eyes, and the deep sadness that never existed in his eyes was so covered. No one can see. His voice was very light, and he was praying in a gentle manner, making people unconsciously feel astringent and unable to refuse.

He froze, stopped struggling, and let him hug quietly. After a while, she felt that she had been stiff and a little tired, so she relaxed, resting her chin on his shoulder.

Fu Zhao's body shook, his arms tightened even more, as if to rub her into his life. Her body was slender and soft, and the feeling of holding her was so real. He seemed to smell the smell of happiness. At this moment, such a strong desire for emotions made his empty dark heart filled with hate filled with The light gradually became clear.

He let go of his arm and gently touched her face. "Rong Le, during this time the capital is restless. You don't leave the house for the time being, rest at home. If you need to leave the house to do something, tell me, I Help you arrange it. I'm leaving, and I'll come back to accompany you at night. "Say a gentle smile, let Linger come to wait for her to freshen up, and then went out to the garden to tell the housekeeper to explain carefully before leaving.

"Come, get a carriage, go to Dongjiao Inn." It's time he went back.

In the Qingyuan Garden, "Master, you finally woke up. I was scared to death!" Linger shouted happily as soon as he entered the door.

Man-chan asked: "What happened?"

While Linger fetched water to wait for her to freshen up, she told her what happened last night.

Frowning frowns, and silent for a moment, I feel that this matter is indeed strange.

After using breakfast, she asked Linger to call Xiang Ying, but heard the noise at the gate of the garden.

He walked over and saw two strange guards at the door, and asked, "What's going on?"

The guards hurriedly saluted, Linger exclaimed, "Master, they will not let me out."

He frowned, asking, "Why not?"

The guard humbly replied: "If you return to Madam, the general commanded her, the lady's jade body was unsafe, and the girl Linger should always stay by his wife and should not go out."

The man's eyes changed slightly, and he frowned at them, glancing again, and felt that the Qingyuan Garden seemed to have many bright guards and dark whistle. Then she understood the words that Fu Zhao had left. What did he mean by doing so? Did she notice Xiao Ke's incident yesterday, so she was placed under house arrest in order not to let her in? She glanced down and said solemnly: "If the lady wants to go out for a walk, wouldn't she?"

The guards looked at her for a moment, their eyes flickered, and they bowed their heads and said, "The general said ..."

Manchu interrupted: "You just tell me, is it OK or not?"

The guard was shocked, shocked by the momentum she suddenly radiated, but had to answer, and had to whisper: "Return to Madam ... No."

Man's eyes grew sharper, and he sneered, "Isn't that movie allowed to enter this garden?"

The guard said, "Yes."

Manyu said nothing, and knowing that it was useless to embarrass them, he turned back to the house.

"Master, why did the general want to do this?" Linger couldn't understand it, but Manwan just waved his hand slightly to signal that she didn't need to say more.

Capital city, the imperial tomb in the northern suburbs. The tombs of the imperial people who have been to the heavens have been built here. They are magnificent and grand, occupying most of the northern suburbs.

Siyun Mausoleum is different from other tombs. This is an exquisite underground burial chamber, which is divided into three inside and out.

Hanyu is a wall and ice water is a pool. This small space is shivering all year round. In the ice pool in the center of the tomb, a jade coffin carved with a phoenix is ​​placed. The coffin is surrounded by a finely crafted ice jade lotus. A woman lies flat in the middle of the lotus. The woman's face is pure and beautiful. The middle man is more like a fairy in a flower in the form of a lotus.

Zong Zheng stood quietly in front of the jade sarcophagus, motionless like a statue. He had a calm face, but only those evil eyes in ordinary days contained deep respect and nostalgia at this moment.

After leaving Beijing for more than a year, it is time to accompany her mother. He thought so.

Previously, he always came here every three months, staying with his mother for a day, and looking at his mother's peaceful appearance, he always felt relieved.

In his life, to this day, he has deeply loved three people.

One was his mother, who left him forever in a nightmare-like tragic thirteen years ago, and buried in him a strong hatred for another person he loved deeply.

The more he loves his mother, the more he hates his father.

He raised his hand and touched the sarcophagus, and his fingertips were gently swiping across the jade surface above the woman's face in the coffin. The air in the tomb was cold and almost exhaled and frozen, and the valueless night pearls hovering around gave out a bleak and pale light. There were two similar faces on the inside and outside of the coffin, with different masculinity and Jingrou, but the same pale as paper.

In Zongzheng's worry-free eyes, there is a strong sorrow overflowing, and those emotions that are usually concealed with extreme repression are always exposed in front of his closest relatives, giving himself a breathing space.

He looked at his mother's face, and told his mother in his heart the deepest hidden ideology he had buried in his heart.

I am in love with someone ...

When she loved me, I didn't know I loved her.

When I knew that I loved her, she had lost her heart to me and married someone else.

This is my love!

Zongzheng worry-free stayed at this tomb for a month. Fortunately, he used to practice cold water in the cold pool for many years. He has a strong ability to resist the cold. If he was changed to an ordinary person, he would not be able to stand it all day.

"Master Wang," Leng Yan screamed softly outside the door of the tomb.

Zong Zheng's worry-free look calmed down, and he turned around and went out, asking, "What's up?"

Leng Yanzheng reported: "There is news for the descendants of the Qin family."

Zong Zheng's glances were worry-free, the corners of his eyebrows were cold for a moment, and he spit out a word: "Say."

Leng Yan said: "We found out that a child of the Qin family was rescued by the people of Tian Qiu Men and was put under the door, but it is still unclear who that kid is."

"Heavenly gate!" Zongzheng said in a worry-free voice. Tian Qiu Men, that is a not-so-renowned martial art, but its strength must not be underestimated. They act in a low-key manner and rarely walk in rivers and lakes. Whenever they take action, they must be hit in one shot. They never drag their feet around, they disappear quickly afterwards, leaving no trace.

Zong Zheng had no worries, and Feng looked for a moment, and he took a few steps, Fang said: "What is the relationship between Fu Zhao and Tian Qimen?"

Leng Yan responded, "Not sure yet."

"Continue to check." Zong Zheng Wuyou said a moment of deep groaning, looking at the white wall of the empty tomb around him, and asked, "Have she been doing well?"