deep palace cold girl

Chapter 156

The wind was very strong that night, and mixed with snowflakes, it fell on Miya Mountain. This year's winter was too long, and people didn't know what it was like to be warm. The top creaked, and more than half of the calf sank in, and it was difficult to pull it out.

It's here, it's finally here...

His heart was beating fast, he didn't want to wait any longer, even if his body couldn't withstand his torture, he didn't want to wait any longer, he wanted to go up the mountain at night to find her, she was here, he finally found her She fell, and he trembled violently, because of a panic that he couldn't explain clearly, no, maybe it was a panic that he didn't want to admit and face.

He always hypnotizes himself in his heart, she is still alive, waiting for him to apologize and forgive him...

"Listen to the wind... enter, enter the mountain..."

The purple-gold cloak he was wearing was very warm and had been draped over her shoulders before, so when he left the palace, he took nothing but it.

He put all the weight of his body on Tingfeng, panting heavily, every sound was like a heartbreaking scream in this dark and cold winter night.

His face turned purple after being pale, and every time he spit out blood, it turned black and purple. He knew that this was his last chance, the last chance to see her.

He wanted to lift his feet, but found that there were many difficulties. He hated his own powerlessness, like a disabled person, how to protect her...

Ting Feng saw his frustration, looked up at the not-too-high mountains, the road was rugged, and the prince would never be able to walk like this, so, regardless of the prince's resistance, he ordered a stretcher to be built, no matter what, He would take the prince to the mountain. Is that tomb really there?Or, is that just a trick to deceive people?

He also wanted to be sure, whether the concubine was dead, he didn't believe it, and his heart ached slightly.

The cold wind blew through the treetops, and the petals of winter plums fell, and the faint fragrance penetrated the night and entered his nostrils. He seemed to recall something, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile was printed on the corners of his lips.

"She said that she likes plum blossoms and wants to plant many in our house. I promised her... I promised her... Tingfeng, listen, did you hear that? Is she calling me? Is it her? Tingfeng, hurry up, hurry up, I want to see her, as long as, look at her, it's fine..."

His voice was weak, his flustered tone made the guards silent, his throat was a little choked, and he could only sigh slightly in his heart, love words hurt people the most!
He stared at the scenery in the dark night with wide eyes, not daring to miss anything, because this was the place where she had stayed for more than half a year, and she was pregnant with their baby, here.

Is he wrong?Is it really wrong?Shouldn't he bother her?

If he hadn't sent someone to look for her back then, and had insisted on trapping her by his side, wouldn't she be happy with Mu Shaoling now?Are you already a mother?Give all the tenderness to others?

No, he shook his head vigorously, he was right, if time could be restarted again, he would still do that, taking her back regardless of her resistance and struggle, trapping her by his side.

He didn't dare to think, what would he do if she wasn't around, what would he do if she wasn't around?what can we do about it?

The heart is empty, the soul is empty, even if it is painful for two people to be together, he is unwilling to let her go, because he is afraid of that empty feeling.

The trees that have lost their leaves are covered with fluffy and shiny silver bars, while the evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer are covered with fluffy and heavy snowballs.A gust of wind blew, and the branches swayed gently, and snow powder like jade flakes fluttered in the wind, sprinkled on his pale face.He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if he wanted to catch something, but his hand was empty.

"No...no...nothing, nothing..."

He kept murmuring, his voice was weak, and he couldn't hear what he said unless he listened carefully. The voice was like crying and laughing, a little desolate.

Finally, the mountain road came to an end, the wind of the mountain stream was probably blocked by the valley and countless old trees, it was much smaller, and it was not as cold as that. The stretcher was slowly put down, and he was shocked and suddenly woke up.

"It's here? Finally here, finally here... Tingfeng, where is she? Where is she? Shang'er... Shang'er... where are you?"

He struggled to get up, kept calling, he threw away Tingfeng's support, he didn't want, don't let her see his weak appearance, he took two steps with difficulty, and suddenly turned his head back in horror, Holding Tingfeng's hand, he asked anxiously: "Tingfeng? Look, do you think I am ugly now? Is my complexion bad? Will it scare her? What should I do? I look like a ghost, what should I do? See her? Tingfeng, what if she doesn't see me? I'm now... no, don't follow me, don't help me, so she won't be able to see... can't see..."

He turned around, stumbled towards the direction of the hut, fell, he got up in a panic, looked up and saw no one, he was a little relieved, but also a little lost, he fell and got up, towards The hut was removed.

He called her name, but no one responded to him, he said, maybe his voice was too low, she fell asleep and didn't hear it!
Ting Feng's eyes were red, and he wanted to rush forward, support him, and tell him that she was dead, and her tomb was in the back mountain, lying there alone, covered by heavy snow.

The person beside him held him back, and said in a deep voice: "Tingfeng guard, let the prince find it by himself, let him find it by himself..."

His throat was a little dry and painful, and when he heard the wind forcefully turn his face away, a drop of tear was thrown down, dripped into the snow, and melted.

"Shang'er...Shang'er...are you there? Are you here? Come out and see me, okay? Let me see you...Shang'er..."

He fell hard, with black and purple blood on the corner of his lips, coughed sadly, and wiped away the blood vigorously, he finally found the thatched hut, it was pitch black.

He said, she must be asleep, she must be asleep!
He is here, he is here, come to say sorry to her, come to explain to her, did she hear his call?

He had no strength, he had no strength to go to the closed door.

(End of this chapter)