Son, he doesn't want to divorce

Chapter 134

In the middle of winter, the north wind is bitter, silver-gray clouds are galloping in the sky, the cold current is rolling, and a heavy snow is brewing.

The small courtyard in the deepest part of the west side of Zhenbeihou's Mansion is quite desolate, and few people set foot in it in the past.

It is said to be a small courtyard, but it is actually just three or two huts, even the windows are broken, it may be too remote and dilapidated, and there are no adjacent houses around.

There are old cracks everywhere on the walls of the house, and even mottled marks are left after being wet by rain and snow. Just looking at it, no one would think that this is the courtyard of the Beihou Mansion in the powerful town of the capital.

Zhao Li's face was pale, his long hair was loose and drooping, and he was lying on the bed with only his underwear on, and his body was covered with a thin and patched quilt.

She stared straight ahead, but without focus, holding a white handkerchief vaguely in her hand.

"Gah!"

The door was opened, Tsing Yi eagerly stepped in with a bucket of hot water that barely smoked, turned around and immediately closed the door with one hand.

However, the cold wind was ruthless and still poured in from the door.

Chaoli raised his right hand, covered his lips with a silk handkerchief and coughed violently, his palm-sized cheeks that were originally pale turned slightly red.

Tsing Yi put down the wooden barrel in his hand heavily, and didn't even care if the water spilled and wet his shoes and socks.

In fact, she had spent a lot of effort to get this bucket of hot water. Although the heat of the water was running low at the moment, she had to wait for an hour before finally bringing it back.

At this moment, she didn't feel sorry for the bucket of water, but worried about everyone on the bed.

"Miss, why are you coughing again?"

Tsing Yi's face was full of distress for Chao Li, she bit her lips in distress, tears were contained in her eyes and did not dare to fall, it was only in the past six months that she called Miss again, she was no longer Shi Zifei.

Zhao Li coughed for a long time before she recovered, she gently took off the silk handkerchief around her lips and put it under the quilt, smiling faintly at Tsing Yi.

"Tsing Yi, I'm fine."

Hearing this, Tsing Yi finally burst into tears.

"How can it be all right? The young lady has always been weak and weak. It has been half a year, but it still hasn't improved. On the contrary, the hot water, the servant brought hot water, and the young lady can soak her feet. Those bastards who look down on people, The hot water is still pushing and pushing, making the lady wait for a long time." Tsing Yi paused, raised his sleeves to wipe away tears, and continued to speak hesitantly, "Miss, why don't you talk to the eldest son, the eldest son."

The corners of Chaoli's mouth curled up again, and the brows were full of gentleness, but interrupted Tsing Yi's unfinished sentence.

"Silly girl, I want to eat lotus flower cakes."

Tsing Yi didn't say it, but Chao Li knew what she wanted to say, it was nothing more than being soft on that person, turning the big thing into a small one, and everything went back to the way it was before.

Unfortunately, there is no going back.

Tsing Yi was overjoyed, "Wait a minute, miss, the servant will do it for you right away."

After the words fell, Tsing Yi got up.

Compared with the hot water that has been almost cold just now, it is more important for Chaoli to have an appetite.

In the past six months, Chaoli has never once offered to say that he wants to eat.

Therefore, Tsing Yi happily ran to the kitchen.

However, Tsing Yi didn't realize that when Chao Li was talking to her just now, her left hand placed on the inside pinched her thigh fiercely, and the veins on the back of her hand were already sprouting.

After Tsing Yi left, Chao Li took out his right hand from the quilt, and spread the silk handkerchief in his palm.

In the middle of the neatly folded silk handkerchief, there is a dazzling bright red, and the acacia flower embroidered on the corner is also more delicate because of the bright color.

Chao Li lifted the quilt, put on his coat, walked slowly to the door, and pushed the door open.

At the end of the year, the weather is cold, the wind and snow are coming, and the surroundings are all white.

The auspicious snow heralds a good harvest, and it seems that next year will be a bumper harvest, but she probably won't be able to wait.

At this time, there was not much snow, and Chaoli walked out slowly with his body bent, making light footprints one step at a time.

Seemingly aware of the biting cold attack, she coughed a few times.

This time, she didn't cover her lips again, and let the red gushes out from her throat, and scattered red plums bloomed on the snow and clothes.

It was a distance of a few breaths, but it was particularly difficult to walk toward and away. The petite back slowly moved forward, obviously speechless, with an indifferent expression, but was extraordinarily lonely, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in sadness.

Finally, she came to the jujube tree with crooked neck in the courtyard.

With the rustling wind, the withered and yellow leaves threw themselves into the arms of Mother Earth one after another.

Chaoli stretched out her hand tremblingly, wanting to lightly touch the jujube tree with crooked neck, which was also the place where she walked most often in the past six months, and it was also her favorite.

Just as he was about to hit the tree trunk, Zhao Li's body couldn't hold it up after all, and he fell limply, hitting the snow.

The past flashed before her eyes one by one, Zhao Li's breathing was rapid, as if a fire was burning fiercely in her lungs, as if countless blades were scraping her intestines alive.

"Miss!"

A mournful roar sounded, Tsing Yi scrambled and knelt beside Chao Li, helped her up, and wiped the blood from her lips.

It turned out that Tsing Yi only realized something was wrong when he walked halfway. In the past, his own lady never asked for it. The lady knew that the situation of the two of them was like this.

What's more, lotus flower cakes can't be eaten in this season, because there are no lotus flowers in the mansion in winter, the only possibility is that the young lady wants to send her away.

Chaoli opened the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and there was some helplessness in his eyes.

"Don't cry."

His body is incapacitated, and his heart is riddled with holes. Living is actually suffering.

"No, no!" Tsing Yi broke down in tears, "Miss, why are you bothering, why did you end up in such a mess?"

Chao Li pulled a bitter arc, and moved the silk handkerchief in his hand.

Without it, all love is lost.

"Pay him back for me."

Chaoli raised his hand vigorously, trying to hand over the silk handkerchief to Tsing Yi, but it was in vain.

Tsing Yi trembled all over, "Miss, you are so stupid."

stupid?It is also silly to think about it.

After three years of marriage, grief is greater than joy.

She should have known that the man had no heart, but she jumped in, held her heart in front of him, and let him trample on it wantonly.

Forget it, that's fine.

If there is an afterlife, I only wish not to know you.

Chao Li's consciousness was completely blurred, her throat itched slightly, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the silk handkerchief of silk juniper in her hand.

Finally, he stopped breathing.

Chao Li only felt his body lighten, and wanted to wipe away the tears from Tsing Yi's face, but he could only pass through her cheeks in vain.

After a while, Tsing Yi picked up Chao Li tremblingly, and walked out slowly.

too light.

Until now, Tsing Yi didn't know how thin her young lady had become.

"Miss, Tsing Yi will take you home."

When the consciousness came back, Zhao Limeng suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily, his face was icy cold.

After a while, Chao Li sat up, wiped away the tears from his eyes, looked at Gu Hanzhang's figure still standing under the silk tree, and muttered to himself.

"Gu Hanzhang, the one who loved you the most, Chaoli, died in the winter, and your waiting cannot be dispelled."

I'm tired, I'm tired, that's all.

(End of this chapter)