Traitor

Chapter 204 Mu Baili, Will I Marry You?

The moment the shaft broke, the carriage rolled over on the long street in the capital.The prosperity of the night was pierced by this loud noise. In the world of silence, there is only the splash of blood and the irreversible parting of life and death.

Zhao Song fell down and sat there, holding his bloody wife in his arms, suddenly felt that all his strength was pulled away.

The moment the carriage overturned, he reached out his hand to grab Yang Jinzhi, but it was still a step too late.Yang Jinzhi was thrown out by the carriage, and then he heard a muffled sound.

At that moment, Zhao Song admitted that he was flustered, and he had never been so embarrassed in his life.After scrambling and crawling, he got out of the carriage, and then saw Huiling crying and hugging Yang Jinzhi, crying "help".

When Zhao Song went up, his hands and feet were soft, and he almost knelt down in front of Yang Jinzhi with a plop.

Yang Jinzhi's forehead hit a stone pillar by the side of the road, and blood covered his entire face.She was lying in Huiling's arms, her eyes closed tightly, and her body gradually became cold and lifeless.The guards of the prime minister's mansion quickly evacuated the crowd, and then hurried to find the doctor in the nearest medical clinic.

Hugging his wife tightly in his arms, Zhao Song stood there in a daze, hot things came out of his eyes, more and more, and he couldn't restrain it anymore.He never thought that one day she would leave his world in this way.

Immediately, Huiling sent someone to Shangshu Mansion to inform Zhao Wuyou.It is said that something happened to Madam on the long street, I am afraid it will not work.

The moment Zhao Wuyou heard the news, his ears exploded, as if someone had thrown a bunch of firecrackers into his brain, and then dug out his heart with a knife and put it in a meat grinder.

In an instant, blood was dripping, and pain pierced into the bone.

Zhao Wuyou rushed out desperately, at this moment, he could forget about his poise, etiquette and poetry.All the planning has become empty talk.

There was a buzzing in my head, and my heart was so empty and so painful.

If it wasn't for Su Xi riding the horse to pull Zhao Wuyou onto the horse's back, at this moment Zhao Wuyou would still be running forward without knowing the direction.

The first time he got there, Zhao Wuyou froze on the spot.

No tears, no crying.

She walked towards her mother step by step, watching the doctor shaking her head, opening and closing her mouth, she couldn't hear what they were saying.All the attention fell on the mother's face, the blood on the face was very much like the scarlet robe on Zhao Wuyou's body.

Kneeling on the ground, Zhao Wuyou's face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was extremely short.She reached out to touch the blood on her mother's face, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.Only when the bright red blood stained her fingertips did she realize that it was her mother's blood, and the warmth of the cold blood on her fingertips would become the most inescapable nightmare in this life.

"Mom?" She called out in a low voice, her voice trembling.

Yang Jinzhi's eyes were closed tightly.

Zhao Wuyou looked up at Zhao Song again, "Father, what's the matter, mother?"

The doctor said: Please forgive me, my wife has lost her pulse and heartbeat.Madame - go!
Zhao Song felt that he was dreaming, a nightmare.He hugged his wife who was getting colder in his arms, and for the first time a gray color appeared in his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Zhao Wuyou was saying, he just trembled and hugged his wife.

He was standing on the long street, and he didn't know where to go at the moment, he just stood there.Hair bun was extremely messed up because of the overturned car just now. As the current prime minister, this was probably the most embarrassing moment in his life.

Suxi stepped forward, wanting to help Zhao Wuyou, but Zhao Wuyou fell down and sat there with an extremely dazed expression, "What's wrong with my mother?"

"My lord?" Su Xi panicked.

Zhao Wuyou only felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and fell unconscious on the spot.She couldn't accept it, she couldn't accept anything about her mother.

For a while, the capital was in chaos.

The prime minister's wife died in an accident, and Minister of Rites Zhao Wuyou vomited blood and fainted on the spot.For the court, this is almost a precursor to the collapse of the sky.The Zhao family's father and son have controlled the government for so many years, and they are called prime ministers, but what about now?

One lost his wife, one lost his mother.

Zhao Wuyou was hurriedly carried back by Su Xi, but fortunately Wen Gu diagnosed and treated him in time.This rush of rage caused Zhao Wuyou to lose half of his life.When she woke up, Mu Baili was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

She didn't cry as he expected, not even a single tear.She sat up quietly, her eyes terribly hollow.He glanced lightly at Mu Baili, and then never looked at him again.

"If you want to cry, just cry!" Mu Baili pulled her into his arms with a dull expression, feeling a dull pain in his heart, "Everyone will be sent away by me, no one will see." He has never seen her before. Such a dark side.

In Mu Baili's eyes, Zhao Wuyou is unbeatable, even if you let her go through with a thousand arrows, she still has a way to continue to live.But now, he suddenly realized that she was also a person of flesh and blood, and she would be sad, even—desperate.

Yes, Zhao Wuyou felt very desperate, sometimes people really can't be too smart.If you are too smart, you will think everything through, and if you think it through, you will despair.It turns out that knowing too much can really drive people crazy and drive them to a dead end.

"Where's my mother?" She fell into his arms hoarsely.

Mu Baili took a deep breath, "I came here when I found out about it. Your mother has already returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion with your father, and now—" He paused, "Hehuan, I know it's very difficult to say these things now. Inappropriate. But you must keep in mind that your mother is dead, which is a fatal blow to you. But you need to know why something happened to your mother. "

"She died for me." Zhao Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were filled with hatred or anger, and more of a hatred for himself, "I should have guessed it a long time ago, she asked me if three years was enough for me." Why should I think she's crazy?"

The next moment, she suddenly grabbed Mu Baili's skirt hysterically, "Why don't I believe her?"

It was the first time he saw her look so crazy, her eyes were as red as blood, and her canthus were so tearful that she wished she could swallow her alive.She tugged at the hem of his shirt, slightly bruised veins could be seen on the back of her plain hands, the way she gritted her teeth made him feel distressed.

She was used to being gentle and weak, but now she was forced to such a point, why didn't she teach him to be ruthless.

He pulled her back into his arms forcefully, and held her firmly in his arms, his eyes were cold, "Don't be afraid, I'm still here."

And, always will be.

Niang said that once she left this time, she might never come back, leaving Hehuan alone to live a good life.He Huan is already used to not having mother by his side, and he will have to keep getting used to it in the future.

It turned out that at that time, Mother had already decided where she would go.Niang said, Niang will always protect Hehuan, because Hehuan is Niang's hope, all hope.So in the end, Niang resolved her crisis with her own life.

Three years - is it enough?

But mother, thinking of my mother, even 30 years is not enough?

Zhao Wuyou closed her brows and eyes heavily, she wanted to cry but couldn't, she felt very desperate, the kind of sadness from the bottom of her heart spread to her limbs and bones, almost swallowing her.But she can still breathe, talk, and feel the pain, which makes her want to live rather than die.

The one she would rather die is herself!
Clutching Mu Baili's skirt tightly, she could no longer express her sadness at the moment, except for hugging tightly and then tightly, she no longer knew how to calm the pain in her heart.

It hurts too much, it hurts so much that life is worse than death.

After taking off the scarlet gown and changing into plain white mourning clothes, Zhao Wuyou felt like he was an orphan again overnight.The father doesn't hurt, the mother is gone, the elder brother wants her life, and many people around her are staring at her position and her life.

Because of this, she was left alone again.

Clothed in linen and filial piety, there is no god in the eyes.

Everyone thought that the accident might be man-made, because the marks on the shaft of the car were obviously cut by someone deliberately.The people in the yamen were investigating this matter, and they all speculated that the murderer was targeting the prime minister, Zhao Song, but who knew that the prime minister's wife died innocently.

Mu Yao didn't expect to die, the news of her mother-in-law's accidental death came before the newlyweds.It must be known that Daye is a country of etiquette, and Zhao Wuyou is also the official of the Ministry of Rites. Everyone knows his mother's respect and filial piety.

When Yang Jin died, Zhao Wuyou had to keep his filial piety.

As short as one year, as long as three years.

That means that Mu Yao must be a widow when she gets married.And the time of being a widow depends on Zhao Wuyou's own choice.As a minister of the Ministry of Rites, it is impossible to set an example of unfilial piety to the people of the world, but to teach the world to see Zhao Wuyou's pure filial piety and supreme kindness.

Regarding this matter, Mu Yao did not dare to say anything, including Prince Qi You's residence.As soon as the new daughter-in-law got married, something happened at home, and it would be polite not to say that Mu Yao is the nemesis.

Wearing filial piety, kneeling in front of the mourning hall, Zhao Wuyou stared expressionlessly at the coffin in front of him.So what if it's golden nanmu?When a person dies, he feels nothing.

Gone is gone, and the living ones must continue to live.

Yesterday was a joyful wedding banquet, but today is a mournful funeral.After great sorrow and great joy, what is left is the face of the world as a joke.Zhao Wuyou knelt there, neither crying nor fussing, never shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.

Mother doesn't like her crying, but mother likes the way she smiles.

But mother, Hehuan can't laugh, but Hehuan won't cry for you, making you sad, don't worry.

The officials who came to salute one after another, Zhao Wuyou returned the salute with a numb expression, and never lost his courtesy.Everyone makes her mourn, but how can this sorrow end?
Holding her breath in her heart, she only felt a fishy sweetness in her throat, and swallowed the salty smell.

Jian Yan brought the princess along with his father Jian Weizhong.As Zhao Wuyou's childhood friend, before outsiders know what happened between them, Jian Yan is indeed qualified to appear here.

Even more qualified than Mu Baili.

Zhao Wuyou still knelt there, ignoring and indifferent.She treats herself as a wooden pile, without sadness or joy, immersed in her own closed world, her mind is full of mother's smile, mother's gentle touch, and mother's whispering advice.

She will never forget her mother's words in her life. She thinks that she owes her mother, and she will never have a chance to pay it back in her whole life.The rest of the days are all given by her mother. She has to live well for her mother, and she can't let her mother's spirit in the sky be troubled.

Still holding his wooden box, Jian Yan appeared in front of her with a dull expression.

She didn't look up at him, but mechanically threw the coins into the brazier, and she looked like a soulless puppet.

The two of them maintained this posture for a long time, even the fifteenth princess Xiao Rouyu found it strange.There have been rumors earlier that Jian Yan and Zhao Wuyou are the best friends of Long Yang, but now it seems that even though Jian Yan is stupid, he still cares about Zhao Wuyou.

In fact, it is very easy for you to think about this kind of thing in a wrong way.If you don't think about it, you just feel that brotherhood actually makes sense.So these demons are all created by people.

Jian Weizhong saluted, and seeing Jian Yan's situation, she could only hurry back with her.Jian Yan's current situation is not suitable for staying in this situation for a long time.

Zhao Song didn't say anything, now that he has lost his wife, his whole body is quite depressed.

After so many years of husband and wife, it is impossible to say that there is no relationship. After all, Zhao Song only has such a woman.After so many years, his mind has never been on women.

But suddenly, Yang Jinzhi left, and he felt empty in his heart.Recalling the past bit by bit, I realized that my heart was actually warm, but this warmth was not able to match the fame, wealth and power status, so his wife punished him in her own way.

Irreversible punishment, punishment for a lifetime.

She took this life for him to regret for the rest of his life.

Batch after batch of saluting people came, and finally they could calm down at night.Zhao Wuyou knelt there all the time, not touching a drop of water, not eating a grain of rice, Zhao Song knew he couldn't persuade her, so he simply let her go.

He couldn't even contain his own thoughts, so he couldn't care less about Zhao Wuyou.

In the silent mourning hall, only the occasional flickering of white candles could be heard. Zhao Wuyou was wrapped in white clothes, looking dully at the fine golden nanmu coffin.When I stood up, my knees and legs were numb, and the excruciating pain could not offset the pain in my heart.

With a limp, he walked to the coffin step by step.

She picked up the coffin and looked at her mother inside.

This was the first time she saw her mother with makeup on, and the wound on her forehead was also deliberately covered up, making it almost invisible.A snow-white face, tightly closed eyes, and lips that never speak again.

Her cold fingertips caressed her mother's cold face, and then held her mother's cold, stiff hand.

Zhao Wuyou pulled his lips to laugh, but his lips couldn't stop trembling, even his voice trembled badly.There are so many things I want to say in my heart, but there is only a choking in my throat.

The nails were deeply embedded in the wood, wishing to smash the coffin and bring the mother back to life.

"Mother, Hehuan is fine, it has always been fine. Three years... After three years, Hehuan will definitely be able to do what Mother wants." There were tears lingering in the eyes, but they still refused to fall.I am afraid that not many people will understand the feeling of wanting to cry but not being able to cry.

Sitting weakly next to the coffin, Zhao Wuyou gently pressed his cheek against the coffin, the cold touch really made people feel distressed, the pain was unbearable but there was nothing he could do about it.No matter what it is, she can try her best to turn the tide, but she is really helpless in life and death.

After all, there is something in this world that cannot be exchanged for power and status!
It was empty all around, and there were faint footsteps entering the mourning hall.Zhao Wuyou rolled his eyelids helplessly, Huiling walked up to her in white clothes, with tears in his eyes, "Master?"

Zhao Wuyou lowered her eyelashes, "Don't come here, mother doesn't like too much noise, it's enough for me to guard her."

Huiling burst into tears, "Young master, Ma'am is most worried about you. The son's health is not good, and the madam doesn't want to see him torture herself like this. Madam loves you for the rest of your life, and hurts you for the rest of your life." But even so, the madam is still happy, because the madam is the son's mother alone, so in the end, the madam gave her own life to the son. "

"I know everything." She was powerless, "but so what? My mother gave me her life, but has she ever asked me? Have you ever thought about whether I would accept it? I would rather have a living mother than her. Do anything for me."

"Huiling, do you know what it's like to regret your whole life? It's like Ling Chi, hacked into pieces. Everyone of you says it's for my own good, but do you really understand me? Mother is desperate, but I don't want mother to be desperate, Can I ask God to return my mother to me?"

"Can you return my mother to me? Can you?"

In the end, Zhao Wuyou was left with only hysteria and the blue veins on his neck protruding from excitement.

Huiling knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, "If you feel uncomfortable, son, just cry!"

"Mother doesn't like me crying, why should I cry?" After the hysteria, his eyes were blank and his face was full of bewilderment, "Mother likes to see me smile, mother—will always be by my side and accompany me, I can't let She's disappointed."

Mother, I can't come back.

"Madam left a word before she died." Huiling broke down in tears.

Zhao Wuyou stared at Huiling with a stiff face.

Huiling wiped away the tears from her face, "Madam said, I can't let it go!"

The body was so stiff that it hurt, and there were hot things lingering in the eye sockets, Zhao Wuyou smiled, so sad and desolate.But what else could she say?Nothing can be said.

There is no need to say anything!

Huiling wept, and kowtowed heavily to Zhao Wuyou, "Maidservant, can I ask you something?"

Zhao Wuyou closed his eyes and remained silent, leaning against the coffin exhausted.

"My servant has been with my wife for half my life, and now that my lady is gone, I still hope that the young master can fulfill this servant!" Hui Ling kowtowed, "Please complete this, young master."

Zhao Wuyou smiled coldly, "Everyone of you wants me to be fulfilled, but who will fulfill me?"

Huiling raised her head to look at Zhao Wuyou, and smiled kindly, "My lord, take care." After thinking about it, she lowered her voice, "Be careful, Mr. Xiang!"

After finishing speaking, Huiling kowtowed to the coffin, and then walked out of the mourning hall without looking back.

Zhao Wuyou was leaning against the coffin like a puddle of mud, and the beeping candles were still ringing wantonly.

The bony hand threw the coin into the brazier, rekindling the sparks in the ashes that were about to burn out.Dressed in a black robe, with cool brows, in this empty mourning hall, he looked very much like Impermanence who came to seduce the soul.

He stood up, walked to Zhao Wuyou lightly, and then slowly squatted down, keeping her eye level.

Zhao Wuyou raised his eyelids to look at him, the sluggishness in his eyes made him feel a little pain in his heart.

Her first words were actually said with a smile.She said, "Mu Baili, I don't have a mother anymore."

He nodded, "The sky is falling, and I'm still here."

All the consolation is useless at this moment, so there is no need to say anything, just stay with her quietly.When she was weak and weak, there was at least one person who cared about her life and death, her emotions.

This is enough!

Mu Baili sat on the ground with her, and she leaned against his arms weakly, "If I knew this day would come, I should have told my mother before she left that I am not alone. But there are such things in this world. Too many regrets will be regarded as punishment for not cherishing enough."

I still remember what my mother said when she left. My mother said that she really wanted to see that one day, her Hehuan could marry the person she loved and wear the wedding dress made by her own hands.

Mom, did you see it?
Your Acacia has found a lover, and I believe that one day, your Acacia will be able to wear the wedding dress made by your mother.From then on, peace and joy, no worries.

Mu Baili can't come for too long, but fortunately there are Lu Guoan, Suxi and others guarding outside, and when dawn comes, Mu Baili should leave.

Kissing her forehead, Mu Baili hugged her gently, and looked at her pale face with worry, "You have to remember, you are not alone. No matter what happens, I will be there."

She looked up at him, her precarious body was so strong that it made people feel distressed.

"I'm not alone." She repeated, but her words were clear and calm, "I still have you, and my mother's last wish. I will be fine, and I will live a good life. I want to be happy, to be happy, to be happy. free."

Mu Baili's eyes were reddish, and he gently stroked her cool cheek with his fingertips, so many words were stuck in his throat, he couldn't say a word.For a moment, he wanted her to cry, but he couldn't force her.

"Eat well, sleep well. The living should continue to live for the dead." He let out a long breath, "I'm leaving, you take care of yourself."

She nodded, standing there like a paper figure, as if it would dissipate with the wind.

Mu Baili left and disappeared in the Prime Minister's Mansion before dawn.It was already a big risk for him to come here, if someone from the Prime Minister's Mansion saw him, he would definitely cause a big mess.

Zhao Wuyou will not keep him, even if she is heartbroken, even if her heart is ashamed, she can clearly distinguish the priorities.The mind is always too clear, sober that it is painful to live.

At dawn, there was chaos in the mansion.

Zhao Wuyou was still kneeling in the mourning hall, throwing Mingbi ingots into the brazier, and heard Yunzheng rushing in the door, plopped down on his knees, "Master, Aunt Huiling—has gone! This morning, Aunt Huiling Was found hanging himself in his room."

Holding the coin in his hand, Zhao Wuyou blinked his eyes slightly, and there was no emotion on his face.This was nothing to be surprised about. Huiling has been with her mother all her life, and going now can be regarded as full of the bond of master and servant.

If you can't let go, just follow along!

On the day of the funeral, Zhao Wuyou was already extremely weak.But she still persisted, her face was extremely pale, uglier than Yang Jinzhi's.Zhao Song looked at her, but his heart was blunt, and he didn't say anything.

It turns out that the relationship between mother and daughter is really deeper than the relationship between father and daughter.Zhao Song thought, since he has been fickle all his life, why not continue to be fickle?
Yang Jinzhi was buried at the foot of Yun'an Temple. She was trapped in Yun'an Temple for most of her life, but she still returned here when she died.Morning bells and evening drums can cleanse people's souls and redeem all karma.

Huiling was buried next to Yang Jinzhi's tomb, and the master and servant could be regarded as companions.

Zhao Wuyou was kneeling in front of the tomb in sackcloth and filial piety. These few days she did not cry or make trouble. In the eyes of everyone, Zhao Wuyou, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, was the most affectionate and indifferent existence.Even Mu Yao felt panicked in her heart, Zhao Wuyou who didn't have a single tear made people look very frightened.

"Master?" Mu Yao called out in a low voice, "Get up!"

Zhao Wuyou was stunned, and when he turned to look at her, his eyes were flat, "You go back! I want to talk to my mother here."

Mu Yao took a deep breath, "I know you feel bad, the death of mother-in-law—"

"Mother just fell asleep." She corrected.

Mu Yao leaned over and squatted down, "Master, if you do this—your body won't be able to bear it."

Zhao Wuyou closed his eyes, and glanced at the boots in front of him, it was Zhao Song.

"You can't come back from death, go back!" Zhao Song's tone became cold.

"Father, please allow Wuyou to spend the last night with my mother." Zhao Wuyou kowtowed, "I want to go to Yun'an Temple for a while, and please make it happen." She spoke extremely weakly, her body had already reached the limit of resistance.

Zhao Song took a deep breath, then nodded, he was too fussy at this time, Jinzhi would be in trouble too!
"I'll accompany you." Mu Yao whispered.

Zhao Wuyou shook her head, "I just want to be alone, you can go back to Shangshu Mansion!" She turned her head to look at Mu Yao, "The affairs of Shangshu Mansion these days, the princess has worked hard!"

Mu Yao pursed her lips, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she stood up.

Huo Huo shook his head at her, and Mu Yao also felt that it was inappropriate to say anything at this time.

When night fell, Suxi went to Yun'an Temple, pushed away Yang Jinzhi's original meditation room, and found the new wedding dress that Yang Jinzhi personally made.The wedding dress is like fire, burning someone's eyes and hurting someone's heart.

The fingertips gently stroked the patterns on the wedding dress. The mother's pear blossoms were so beautifully embroidered and lifelike, just like the pear blossoms in the pear orchard.

Zhao Wuyou leaned on the tombstone with a dark expression, "Mother, Hehuan has been decadent for quite a few days, and now everything has fallen to the ground, so it's time to stand up and live well and well. I promised my mother, Hehuan will definitely Do it. My mother promised me that I will always be with you, and I can't break my promise."

When Mu Baili came, Zhao Wuyou was wearing a bright red wedding dress over the filial piety.

She was waiting for him, for a long time.

Under the cold moonlight, her brows were slightly cold, and there was a slight smile on her pale face.She finally shed tears, and the only thing in her hoarse voice was, "Mu Baili, will I marry you?"

He was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly stepped forward to embrace her in his arms, whispering in his ear, "Okay!" His voice was soft, but it was so resolute, as if the promise in this life had been made.

The person who is destined should be destined for three lives, and should live forever.

The next moment, she burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)