The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

   Chapter 614 is gone (two in one)

  The night was getting darker, and the General's Mansion, which had been lively for a day, returned to silence. Under this silence, it seemed that the air was filled with grief.

   "Girl Yuwan, I'll ask the servants to clean up a room and come out. Go and rest."

   "No." Yuan Yuwan lowered her eyes: "I'll leave in a while."

   Mrs. Xiao paused for a while, wondering what to understand, and sighed: "Alright."

After she finished speaking, she motioned to the maid who was kneeling behind her to help her up, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief: "I'll go see that child Ruoshui, talk to Rui Er, and then Tong Bo will arrange for a carriage to take you back. "

   Xiao Ruoshui was pregnant, and her face turned pale after kneeling for a day. In the end, Mrs. Xiao asked her to be forcibly returned to her room, and she also asked Fan Mingyuan to take care of her.

   Yuan Yuwan knew that Mrs. Xiao wanted to give her a chance to be alone with Xiao Qirui, so she turned around and bent down: "Thank you auntie."

   Mrs. Xiao took away all the servants in the mourning hall, leaving only Yuan Yuwan as master and servant.

   "You go outside and wait for me." Yuan Yuwan said.

  Youbai sniffed: "Yes."

   When the footsteps behind her disappeared, Yuan Yuwan threw all the paper money in her hand into the brazier, stood up with numb legs, and approached the coffin step by step.

   She gently stroked the coffin with her hand and looked down at the coffin in front of her, as if she was looking at the boy lying inside again.

   For a long time, she clenched her fists and said with a trembling voice: "In this life, you have blamed me twice, I should blame you, but you have done so much that you didn't even give me this opportunity."

   As long as she is still alive, even if the two of them will never interact with each other completely in the future, she will not be so uncomfortable.

  As long as he is alive...

   Yuan Yuwan gently closed her eyes: "You owe me after all, in the next life..."

   She opened her eyes and looked at it with a smile. Tears suddenly dripped down, smashed on the coffin, and splashed with water: "You can make up for me."

   After she finished speaking, she turned around abruptly and walked out, as if she was afraid that she would not be able to walk a moment later.

   She doesn't know if someone has a next life, if there is, she will cry and make trouble, which will make this person unable to let go of her and reluctant to die.

   "Miss." Seeing her come out, You Bai stepped forward to help her.

  Yuan Yuwan resisted the urge to turn back and said calmly, "Let's go."

  Youbai pursed his lips and stopped talking.

   The master and servant walked straight out of the mansion, and when they passed a corner, they met General Xiao.

   "Uncle Xiao." Yuan Yu saluted with a blessed body.

  General Xiao was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the direction the master and servant were going, and nodded: "It's been hard for you today."

   "Arrange a carriage, and you will personally send the Yuan girl back." He instructed Xiao Tong who was beside him.

   The latter should be busy making arrangements.

   "Thank you uncle."

   General Xiao waved his hand: "Hurry up, it's time for curfew."

   "Yes." Yuan Yu was blessed and left with You Bai.

   "Yuan girl." General Xiao suddenly stopped her.

Yuan Yuwan paused and turned around. The moonlight shone on her plain white figure, making her look a little thin. General Xiao continued, "If there is any difficulty in the future, come to Xiao's residence, this will always be your home. "

   Yuan Yuwan was stunned for a moment, and she was blessed again.

   There were two carriages parked at the entrance of the mansion. Xiao Tong was waiting beside one of them with a strange expression. Yuan Yuwan didn't think much about it.

   "Ayu, I'll take you back." It was Shangguan Heng.

   Only then did Yuan Yuwan recognize that another carriage was driving Yuanbao, and she finally understood why Xiao Tong had that expression.

  No matter what, she used to be the young lady of the Xiao family, and now Xiao Qirui's corpse is lying in it, and seeing a foreign man come to pick her up, even if there is no idea of ​​not letting her remarry, it will be a little uncomfortable.

   At this moment, the sound of hoofs sounded again, and a carriage stopped directly in front of her.

   "Sister Yuwan, my aunt asked us to take you home." Lin Miaomiao stuck her head out.

   Lin Shao was driving the car, and Song Jinghao followed him on horseback.

   Yuan Yuwan felt a warm feeling in her heart, she bowed to Shangguan Heng Fushen and said, "Thank you, His Royal Highness, but for men and women, please come back."

   "Ayu..." Shangguan Heng's baby face was wrinkled.

   Yuan Yuwan stopped looking at him, and said to Xiao Channel: "Tongbo, if someone comes to pick me up, I won't bother you to run."

"This……"

   Yuan Yuwan shook her head, and was supported by Young Bai onto the Song family's carriage.

   But their carriage was in the middle, and it was easy to turn in. If he wanted to go out, he had to let the carriage in front go first. Shangguan Heng had no choice but to tell Yuanbao to leave in frustration.

   Xiao Tong also asked the driver to make way for them.

   "Let's go, go home." Song Jinghao said.

   As soon as he finished speaking, a young man limped out of the house: "Miss Yuan, Miss Yuan, please wait..."

  Yuan Yuwan lifted the curtains of the car: "Xiao Li?"

Xiao Li thought that he did not protect Xiao Qirui well, so when he came back, he took twenty sticks by himself. After the fight, he went to kneel outside the mourning hall for a long time. He fainted and was sent back to the room. When he woke up, he learned that Yuan Yuwan had left. Just rushed out.

He walked to the carriage and handed the burden in his arms to Yuan Yuwan: "After my young master leaves the capital, he will write you a letter every three days. Although he didn't say it, his subordinates think that he will I want you to see it."

   Yuan Yuwan was stunned for a moment, and she took the burden, which was obviously very light, but it was heavy in her hands.

   Xiao Li wiped away her tears and took out another purse: "When my young master left..." He choked up: "Hold this purse tightly in your hand, you..."

   Speaking of this, he seemed unable to continue, and when Yuan Yuwan took the purse away, she bowed deeply: "Miss Yuan, walk slowly."

  …

In the mourning hall, General Xiao stood in front of the coffin with his hands behind his back, his back straight as always, but his back was full of sadness.

   "I used to say that you had an elm head, I don't know how to change it, but now it seems that I'm not wrong at all."

   He had already learned what happened on the battlefield from Xiao Li.

   He decided to die because he knew that he would turn into a killing machine that would attack his companions at any moment.

   Even if it is a killing machine, that is his son, he can lock him up and tie him with chains, at least he is still alive, right?

"but……"

  General Xiao's eyes turned red little by little, and hot liquid rushed out of his eyes. He stepped forward and wiped off the dust on the coffin with his sleeves. He smiled and said, "Stinky boy, he's good, he is indeed my son."

   He is a rough man, except that he is more tolerant when facing Xiao Ruoshui. For Xiao Qirui, the son, he always thinks that tiger fathers have no dogs.

   Xiao Qirui had just learned to walk, so he let him hold the wooden sword and swing it under the scorching sun for several hours every day. At that time, he was not as tall as the wooden sword.

   Xiao Qirui was learning to ride for the first time. After falling off the horse, he cried because of his grievance. In exchange, he received a more severe reprimand.

   Too much too much...

   He even adhered to the idea of ​​holding a grandson but not a child, and never hugged him once.

   Xiao Qirui was actually very cute when he was young, and he was as naughty as Xiao Ruoshui. It was because of him that he became more and more taciturn and unsmiling.

   He has grown into what he wants to see, but he still hasn't received a single compliment from himself.

   "Good, good..."

   A low and suppressed whimper came from the mourning hall.

   Mrs. Xiao, who walked to the door, paused and waved her hand to let the people behind her back down. She wanted to go in, but she finally stopped her steps and leaned against the wall to cover her mouth and cry bitterly.

  …

  In the wing of the Duke's Mansion, the dim yellow candles flickered, Yuan Yuwan looked at the bags and purses on the table in front of her.

   After a long time, he reached out and picked up the purse. The purse was very light, almost weightless, and was covered with dark red blood.

   "When my young master left, he was still holding this purse tightly in his hand..."

  Yuan Yuwan took a deep breath, her whole body seemed to be frozen, she reached out to open her purse, and took out a strand of hair tied with a red thread in a concentric knot.

   Her eyes trembled, her hand holding her purse suddenly tightened, and she couldn't hold back her cry any longer.

  On the wedding night, the picture of the young man carefully taking away the knot is still vivid in his mind.

   She felt that her heart was about to be torn apart, she covered her chest that was almost out of breath, and cried and scolded: "Bastard, Xiao Qirui, you are a bastard."

  Some things can't be thought about carefully, and after careful recall, only to find that there are regrets between them.

  The unhappy parting of the wedding night, the distant view in front of the wooden house, the daily extra prey at the gate of the yard...

   It's just like a lump of elm wood. How can anyone who sends things to a girl's house only know to send some **** game?

   Even a sentence of apology was stumbling. She didn't want to hear it, so he didn't say it. What was it that was not wood?

  Tears rolled down big and big, like a meandering stream across the cheeks, gathered on the chin, and then fell drop by drop...

   After a long time, she wiped away her tears and picked up the bag she had put aside, which contained two boxes.

  Open one of them, a dried flower, a few hairpin rings, a safety buckle, a few smooth and round stones...

   Looking at these, Yuan Yuwan's tears fell uncontrollably again.

   She is not a crybaby, but tonight's tears seem to be endless.

   In another box was a stack of somewhat messy letter paper, some of which were even stained with blood. When I picked it up, I found that these letters had a head and no tail, and they seemed to be cut in half.

   Her vision gradually became blurred, and she poured out all the letter papers with trembling hands, splicing them one by one...

"On the 15th day of the first month of the Qianyuan year, I passed Liangshan, and the road was blocked by heavy snow. The army temporarily took a rest. I was depressed and walked alone. I could see the red plums in the snow all over the mountains. One, made into dried flowers, I hope Awan is happy..."

"Idiot, it's not Miss Yuan Da on weekdays, isn't it called by Miss Yuan Da? How can you call me so intimate in the letter? I really thought I couldn't see it, so you can disregard etiquette and act recklessly?" She took a deep breath , put the letter aside carefully, picked up the letters next to them and read them one by one.

  Each letter is roughly explaining where the army has gone, with only a few words, but it can be seen that the person is trying to find some interesting things. The road to the army is inherently difficult and boring, how can such a thing happen?

   So there are those stones...

   The image of the young man sitting in the tent holding stones and racking his brains to write a letter involuntarily appeared in his mind, Yuan Yuwan burst into tears, smiled, and more tears poured out...

"On the fifth day of the third month in the first year of Qianyuan, the army arrived at Nanling Pass. The people in the pass were poor, but they were still suffering from the chaos of the war. They couldn't bear it. They were afraid that the war would spread to Chang'an, and they couldn't sleep all night... I vowed to drive the Wu army out of the border and protect Daxia. Peaceful..."

  …

"On May 21, the first year of Qianyuan, the Wu army came in to attack the city more and more frequently, and witnessed the death of his companions. As the main general, he was unable to do what he was capable of, and felt deeply guilty... Nanling Pass is in danger. If you can't return safely, I hope you Wan Mo don't want to be sad, find a good person, and protect your stability for the rest of your life..."

  …

   "On the sixth day of the sixth month in the first year of Qianyuan, Achen and his wife had already arrived at Nanling Pass. Our army repelled the Wu army twice in succession, and we will be able to return triumphantly in a few days. Seeing them getting along with each other, I feel very close and hope to return soon..."

   A tear fell on the letter with a slap, drenching the word "return early".

  This is the last letter.

According to the news that came back, the city gate was destroyed on the seventh day of the sixth lunar month, and the men in black robes rushed into the city. Xiao Qirui was accidentally injured by him in order to save a child. He was in a coma for three days. , to die.

   Mingming happily wrote "Return early" the day before...

   Yuan Yuwan raised her hand to cover her eyes, her throat slid, only to feel her throat interfere...

   The sobbing in the room didn't stop until dawn. Young Bai was standing outside the door, her eyes were swollen from crying, she sniffed, and carefully pushed the door in.

  Yuan Yuwan lay on the table and fell asleep, with the letter sewn with needles and thread neatly in her hand. Noticing that her face was covered in tears, You Bai was so distressed that she hurriedly called a woman to carry him back to the bed.

  Xiao Qirui's coffin stayed in Xiao's house for three days, Yuan Yuwan never appeared again, until the day of the funeral, she took Youbai back to Zhuangzi.

   Mrs. Li was worried, but she knew that she couldn't keep her, so she had to ask Lin Miaomiao to accompany her for a while.

  Because of the death of Xiao Qirui and the nearly 200,000 soldiers, the good news brought by the good news has been diluted a lot.

Every time I thought that all this was brought by my brother I once respected, Shangguanhan's face became ugly day by day, and even the atmosphere in the palace was very depressing, but at this time, the queen mother who was supposed to be in the harem disappeared. .

  Shangguan Han abruptly stood up from the dragon chair: "What did you say? How come the good-looking mother can't be seen?"

   After he finished speaking, he did not wait for the palace maid to reply, and strode towards Renshou Palace.

   Outside the Renshou Palace, there were many eunuchs and maids of all sizes.

   "What are you doing here on your knees, where is my mother?" Shangguan Han yelled with his eyes splitting.

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, the Empress Dowager said last night that she was tired. The servants waited on her and then retreated. Who, who would have gone in this morning, the Empress Dowager would disappear, and Suyun also fainted in the bedroom..."

  Shangguanhan's pupils shrank and said angrily, "Suyun, where is Suyun?"

   As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yun staggered out of the hall and knelt down in front of Shangguan Han: "Your Majesty, it's Ping'er, it must be Ping'er who took the Empress Dowager away."

  Ping'er was the maid of Renshou Palace. Song Li served by her side when she was still the empress. Because of her stable work, Song Li transferred her back to him after living in Renshou Palace.

   She remembered that Ping'er came in to change the incense, and then she fainted, there must be something wrong with the incense.

   (end of this chapter)