blue shirt oath

Chapter 335: Death

Qian Tao opened her eyes quietly, and forced herself to sit up: "Mr.

"Xian Tao, why are you so sick, the old man will ask someone to decoct the medicine."

"Sir, don't bother." Qian Tao pulled Kou Zhun back, "It's getting late now, so it's not appropriate to wake up the girls. Besides, this concubine's illness has been intermittent, and no matter how much medicine she took, it didn't improve. I just drank the medicine before going to bed, and now I have a fever and sweat all over, and it will be fine."

Kou Zhun nodded worriedly.

"My concubine knows all about today's affairs. I have already ordered people to pack my luggage. I can leave tomorrow morning. I hope you can rest at ease."

"You are so sick, how can you leave tomorrow." Kou Zhun shook his head disapprovingly, "We should wait for you to recover before leaving for Leizhou."

"No!" Qian Tao said, "The imperial decree came so quickly, and the Chinese envoy is staring at Mr. Xiang, if Mr. Xiang stays for a while, I'm afraid the envoy will have something to say again."

Qian Tao knows that Kou Zhun is strong, she will never be humiliated by others, and she doesn't even bother to say a word to the envoys. Today she received the imperial edict at the tea house, and immediately changed her official uniform to prove it.

Kou Zhun was silent.

On the second day, when the carriage was ready, Kou Zhun and his party left Xiangzhou and headed for Leizhou.

The people of Xiangzhou came to see them off one after another.

Walking and stopping all the way, after walking for more than a month, Qian Tao's illness became more and more serious.

This day the boat sailed with the wind, and Qian Tao was not used to taking a boat, and felt chest tightness, dizziness, and dizziness. Kou Zhun saw it and was anxious, so he asked the boatman to find a place to dock, and it was important to see a doctor for Qian Tao first.

Qian Tao was moved in her heart, she fell into Kou Zhun's arms, and said leisurely: "Master, do you still remember the poem written by my concubine to Xianggong in the Xiang's mansion that year?"

Kou Zhun said: "Although the old man is old, I still remember the poems given by Qian Tao."

Speaking and reciting:

"A Qing song and a bunch of silk, the beauty still feels light.

I don't know the Weaver Girl under the window, several times tossing and weaving.

Qian Tao, life is like a dream, the old man was singing a Qing song and wearing silk silk, how could he have imagined that one day he would be reduced to this point, Qian Tao thought too far. "

Qian Tao smiled: "Sir, don't lament."

There was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: "My family is poor. Fortunately, my husband has been hanging by my side and served by his side for more than [-] years. In the future, if my concubine is not by your side, you must remember that when the weather is cold, add more clothes. Remember to eat three meals a day on time”

"Qian Tao, why are you talking about these things all of a sudden?"

"Msister, listen to me." Qian Tao continued, "This disease is very serious, and I know that I will die soon. Mr. Mr. Mr., cough cough!"

"Qidao."

"Sir, Qian Tao has only one wish."

"Say it, Qian Tao." Kou Zhun only felt the sadness from his heart, and turned his head for a moment to quietly wipe away his tears.

"I haven't known where my home is since I was a child. For so many years, the place where my husband is is my home. After my concubine dies, I can no longer follow my husband. I just ask my husband to bury Qiantao in the lonely mountain of West Lake."

Back then in Nanyang, Song Guichen and Mrs. Qiantao were often together, and Song Guichen told Qiantao a lot of scenery of the West Lake like a storyteller.

It just so happens that they are traveling all the way now and are passing through Hangzhou, so Qian Tao has this invitation.

When Kou Zhun heard this, he felt great grief.

Qian Tao didn't want to cause trouble for herself, so she asked to be buried in Gushan.

"Ms. Song once said that in the lonely mountain of West Lake, the smoke waves are swaying and the sky is blue, and the buildings and palaces are uneven and leaning against the sunset. When you arrive at the shore, please look back. The Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea." The Penglai Palace is in the middle of the sea. How beautiful it is, Qian Taoruo If you can take a look at the smoky Penglai Palace, you will die in peace."

The boat wobbled into the Qiantang River, but Qian Tao died in Kou Zhun's arms before she could catch a glimpse of the West Lake scenery.

Kou Zhun endured his grief and buried him by the West Lake.

　I worked really hard to end it quickly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)