deep palace cold girl

Chapter 157

Why is it so quiet here?She must be very lonely here, is there anyone by her side?Yes, Mu Shaoling must be here, right?Does she still love him?Why can't she hear him calling her?

He propped himself up, his trembling legs seemed to have lost all strength, and he fell to the ground, splashing a layer of snow mist.

He lay there quietly, motionless, quietly, as if he had lost his life.

Ting Feng and the others sensed that something was wrong, and immediately rushed forward in a panic, but were startled by his sudden and angry roar, standing there, no one dared to step forward.

That heart-piercing, trembling roar, in the dark and snowy night in the mountains, constantly, constantly, drifting...

"Don't come here... I'll just take a break, just take a rest, just take a rest... Don't come here, don't let her see..."

He lay on the snow, muttering to himself, for a long while, as if he had accumulated enough strength, he sighed long, his body wriggled slowly, and finally stood up again, step by step, with difficulty, towards the closed door. thatched hut.

Finally, after falling down several times and getting up, he finally came to the closed door. He leaned against the door and slid slowly on the ground, panting heavily, and the hair on his temples was wet, maybe it was sweat. , or melted snow water.

He sat there quietly, pressing his face tightly against the door, caressing his chest with one hand sadly, and pressing the other against the door panel, he remained motionless and quietly closed his eyes.

"Shang'er... I'm here, I don't want anything, really, I don't want anything, are you still sleeping? Shang'er wake up, open the door, let me, let me see you..."

He kept a very low voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone's sweet dreams, there was a faint smile on his lips, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

He was crying, he was in so much pain...he was a little desperate...

He slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the snowy night sky, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.

"You all, don't move, don't disturb her, she is sleeping, and she will wake up when it dawns..."

He was still smiling, and there were black bloodstains on his lips.

Ting Feng frowned, clenched his hands, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, he saw, he clearly saw, that the door of the hut was locked from the outside...

Inside the door, no one, no, anyone...

"She's inside...don't come here, don't disturb her...it's dawn, she'll wake up, she'll open the door, listen to me...it's dawn, she'll wake up...yes, open the door... "

My heart hurts so much, are you desperate?It seems that I am desperate...

If she's not here, where would she be?
He no longer has the time and energy to go to a far away place to find her.

What should I do?what can we do about it?

He laughed, mixed with self-deprecating cries, his eyes slowly met Tingfeng, and he slightly opened his lips and said, "Tell me... where..."

He has been avoiding, unwilling to face reality, but in fact he is only deceiving himself, allowing everyone to deceive himself, giving himself hope, telling himself that she is still alive and here.

He came here but couldn't find her, maybe he should walk slowly, so that he wouldn't despair so quickly.

How could she still be alive after suffering from Jueming San?how is this possible……

He's lying to himself, he's a coward who can't face reality!
"Tingfeng, tell me where she is!"

Ting Feng moved forward slowly, walked up to him, and mixed him up, the closed door was locked, the hope of one person, or the hope of two people, she, really, is gone...

He was supported by Tingfeng, and walked towards the back mountain together. The sky was a little bright, he turned his head and looked, the sky was glowing, a faint orange red.

It's almost dawn, when will she wake up...

The north wind howled, stirring in the silent valley, the ghostly sound of the wind, like the call of ghosts, the thick trees were blown by the cold wind, and the snow on the branches was blown off, splashing layers of snow mist .

He slowly pushed aside Tingfeng's hand that was supporting him, and slid slowly to sit on the snow, smiling lightly, pale and weak.

"Tingfeng, I finally found her..."

His voice was hoarse, choked with sobs, and there was a hint of a smile.

Finally, I found her...

"Tingfeng, can you take them back first? I have something to say, I want to be alone, so tell her..."

"My lord, take care of yourself..."

Ting Feng raised his difficult eyes, stared quietly at the snow-covered tombstone, took a deep breath, turned and left quickly.

Lian Chengzhi watched Ting Feng and others finally disappear, then slowly turned his head and smiled fondly at the tombstone.

"Sleeping here, is it cold? It must be very cold, right? Silly girl, you still don't believe me, that's why you are angry, and use this method to ignore me, right? Silly girl, do you know that I, looking for I have been with you for a long time..."

"Shang'er... I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry, you said, what I owe you is far from being repaid with that one arrow! If one day, I can understand why you hate me so much, I will understand, I Exactly how much I owe you. Shang’er, I understand now, but why don’t you give me a chance to make up? Wake up? It’s cold here, shall we go home? In the depths of the bustling street, our Home, right there..."

The sky in the east is pale, and the heavy snow has stopped long ago. It looks like today will be a good day.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and wiped off the snow covering the tombstone, carefully, as if, that was, her delicate and beautiful face.

The wind blew the plum blossoms down, flying on his shoulders, he pinched a petal, put it in front of her as if offering a treasure, and said softly: "Look, this is your favorite plum blossom, didn't you say that you want to be in the plum blossom?" Are there many plants in the yard? You must not know how beautiful you looked standing in the merlin that day."

As if being choked by the wind with a smile, he coughed violently, spreading his palms, and there were black and purple blood clots.

He smiled silly, hurriedly wiped off the marks on the corners of his lips, shook his head and said, "I'm not sick, really, it's just that I accidentally fell down just now..."

He dangled in the air with plum petals, and finally placed them carefully in front of her.

(End of this chapter)