The ghost husband of Jinxiu's good fortune comes to the door

Chapter 158 The grace of saving lives
Rong Yujun was groggy and fell into darkness again. He didn't know how long it had been before he opened his eyes slowly. The furnishings in the room were the same as what he saw yesterday, and the green gauze was still flying.

A white figure was sitting with his back facing him, holding a white jade wine cup in his slender white hands, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall, just by looking at his back, Rong Yujun knew that this was a man , not the one in her dream.

"It was you who saved me?" Rong Yujun slowly lifted half of his body, and only halfway through the movement, there was a piercing pain in his arm again. Even though he was very pain-resistant, he couldn't help but frowned and took a deep breath Cool.

The man in white turned his head and looked at Rong Yujun who was about to convulse in pain on the bed, feeling extremely relieved.

Yan Xingchen: What's wrong with you being the emperor, what's wrong with you being the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, you actually have unreasonable thoughts about my slenderness, you deserve it to death!
Although he was cursing someone in his heart, his face was naturally calm, Yan Xingchen coughed dryly, showing great concern, "So who, are you okay? Don't move around before the injury heals, and finally retrieved a small Don't take your life into it anymore... By the way, you can avoid any kind of repayment, as for me, I have no other specialties, but I have a warm heart, a chivalrous spirit, and I will help you when encountering injustice."

Yan Xingchen's words magnified his sense of justice infinitely, flaunting the image of a hero in the world.

Rong Yujun lay down on the bed again, cupping his fists, "Since this is the case, I will not thank you for your kindness. If you dare to ask the son's name, let me remember the name of the benefactor."

Rong Yujun's words were really modest, without the air of a superior person at all, and vividly reflected his image of being approachable.

Yan Xingchen waved his hand, "I don't dare to do it, I have no name."

Rong Yujun followed Yan Xingchen's words and said with an excuse: "So it's Brother Wuming, what a good name."

Yan Xingchen couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, Wuming became Wuming, and he was given a name by this high-ranking king of a country. If you forget Wuming, you will be ignorant. At worst, Xianxian will also be crowned with "No Surname".

Yan Xingchen felt that Rong Yujun had never been talkative, so why was he in such a good mood today, and chatting with him, could it be because he suspected that his path was uneven and had other motives?

Yan Xingchen rolled his eyes and said: "Young master's illness is almost cured. We, husband and wife, have delayed some trips to save your son, so we will take our leave and leave. Presumably the mistress here will take good care of you. Soon, your People will come to you too."

Surprise flashed in Rong Yujun's eyes, "Master Wuming, do you know who I am?"

Yan Xingchen smiled meaningfully, "Of course I don't know. On a dark and stormy night, the person being chased by the assassin may not be a good person, but he must not be an ordinary person. Naturally, I will not speculate on the identity of the young master. So I bid farewell.”

Seeing that Yan Xingchen turned around and was about to leave, Rong Yujun changed his mind slightly and called out, "Wait a minute."

Yan Xingchen turned his eyes to the pale Rong Yujun on the bed, "Is there something else, sir?"

Rong Yujun wanted to ask if the woman who took care of him was Li Ruoxian, but seeing Yan Xingchen's unfriendly eyes, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, and finally he shook his head and turned them into four words, "Be careful on the road."

Thinking of Li Ruoxian, there was an inexplicable pain in his chest, did she come back?Or, was that just a dream of his?

Yan Xingchen turned around and left, only showing Rong Yujun a back in a hurry, watching the figure gradually disappear from his sight, Rong Yujun took a long time to look back.

Not long after, a gust of cold wind gushed in through the window, and a guard in black clothes knelt in front of Rong Yujun, clasped his fists in both hands, and made a gesture of pleading guilty, "Master, the lack of protection from the subordinates has caused the master to suffer."

Rong Yujun's cold voice sounded slowly, "Why did you come here now?" The tone was obviously questioning.

The black-clothed guard: "Master, that couple has been inseparable and has taken good care of the master. The subordinates dare not get too close. They have to wait for them to leave before they dare to come to see the master."

Rong Yujun's eyes narrowed slightly: "Draw that woman down."

The black-clothed guard suspected that his ears had misheard, and couldn't help looking up at Rong Yujun in confusion.

Under the chilly sight of Rong Yujun, the guard in black shook his hands, found a pen and ink and began to draw, but he was wailing in his heart: I am the guard, master, if you want to draw, you should find a painter, isn't this embarrassing me? ?
The black-clothed guards shook their hands and presented the drawing paper in front of Rong Yujun. Rong Yujun took a look, and his face darkened instantly.

There is indeed a person drawn on the drawing paper, and it can be barely seen that it is a woman, but this face... is a bit horrible, I can't flatter it...

Rong Yujun threw the drawing paper on the ground in disappointment, and waved his hand, "Go and follow them, I want to know everything about them."

The man in black nodded, responded, and then said: "Master, the Prime Minister has brought his personal guards to pick up Master, and it is estimated that he will arrive in half an hour."

Rong Yujun waved his hand, and the black-clothed guards immediately retreated silently.

There was a knock on the door, and the waiter in the store carried a small wooden box to Rong Yujun, "Young Master, this is delivered to you by a young master."

Seeing that Rong Yujun nodded, Xiao Er put the wooden box beside Rong Yujun's bed. Seeing that Rong Yujun was about to get up, he helped him to sit comfortably and put a pillow on his waist. Then he turned and left.

Rong Yujun opened the wooden box with his uninjured hand, and inside lay a small bottle of medicine and a letter.

Just seeing the lower script with hairpin flowers on it, Rong Yujun's heartbeat suddenly accelerated half a beat. He is very familiar with this handwriting. There are still Li Ruoxian's pens and inks hanging in his study. We meet each other every day. Every time I look at it, my heart aches. .

Slowly unfolding Xinzi, my heart beat like a thunderous drum, with tension, expectation, and excitement, mixed with five flavors.

The letter is very simple, with two lines of words: "I will finally see you without face, and I will say goodbye to you. Everything is fine, don't read it. Time flies, and people live forever. "At the end of the letter, a beautiful word "fiber" was written.

Looking at the thick bandaged arm, Rong Yujun guessed that the porcelain bottle in his hand must be medicine for scar removal, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but the bitterness in his heart became more and more bitter while smiling.

Rong Yujun held the letter paper to his chest, closed his eyes, a tear in the corner of his eye could not bear the weight, and slid down his cheek weakly, dripping on the letter paper, blooming into ink flowers.

Rong Yujun held the green porcelain bottle tightly in his hand, as if he was feeling the residual warmth on the bottle, Xianxian really came here, it was not his dream, but so what?He can't keep her in the end, and there is always a yin and yang gap between him and her; she has her way to go, and he has his own burden on his shoulders, which cannot be let go.

The corner of Rong Yujun's mouth raised a vain smile, "Xianxian, you are indeed ruthless, and it is a luxury to hear you tell me 'you are all well'."

The cold wind came in through the window, blowing the blue gauze curtain like a dream, and Rong Yujun's words drifted away with the wind.

Li Ruoxian was dragged out of the inn by Yan Xingchen, and while walking out, Li Ruoxian complained: "Yan Xingchen, is he really okay? Has the fever gone? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" This feeling, why? So like The Fugitive? !
There is no pursuer behind, why do you have to leave in such a hurry?She is not what she is now, and it is impossible for Rong Yujun to see the soul through a skin, and it is impossible to know who she is.

Yan Xingchen covered his mouth and said in Li Ruoxian's ear, "Xianxian, didn't you say that your body is not cold yet? I will make a small plan to let the guy from Rongyu County obediently bury your body in the coffin."

Li Ruoxian raised her eyebrows and asked, "What plan?"

Li Ruoxian: Yan Xingchen smiled so cunningly, he must be hiding something from me, what good did he do?Just now, I deliberately asked me to make some tea, and then dragged me to walk without taking half a sip of tea when I came back. There must be a conspiracy.

Yan Xingchen smiled mysteriously, "The mountain people have their own tricks."

As soon as Li Ruoxian and Yan Xingchen left the inn, Cui Silang arrived with someone behind him. Standing at the gate of the inn, Cui Silang looked at Li Ruoxian's back thoughtfully, and finally shook his head, "Am I too?" Hallucinations, how could that person be my cousin?"

Cui Silang walked into Rong Yujun's room, and at a glance he saw Rong Yujun who was half-sitting on the bed, holding a small green porcelain bottle in his hand and thoughtfully. I also hope that the emperor will make amends."

Only then did Rong Yujun cast his eyes on Cui Silang, and said with a smile: "Aiqing, let's avoid these hypocrisy."

Cui Silang was dressed in a white robe and came in the sunshine. He was born handsome, but now he is also known as the youngest prime minister of Chu, and he has more and more admirers.

Cui Silang caught a glimpse of the thick bandages on Rong Yujun's arms, and asked concerned: "Have you found out who did it? By the way, who saved the emperor?"

Rong Yujun's eyes were filled with deepness, and he shook his head, "It wasn't Rong Yufeng's old subordinates who chased me down, they have always held a grudge against me, Cao De disappeared after Rong Yufeng's death, it must be a secret When she absconded and escaped from the palace, and when Qingyan left the palace, I heard that she was pregnant with Liujia..."

Cui Silang's complexion changed slightly, he didn't understand why Rong Yujun was reluctant to kill Rong Yufeng's first wife, but exiled her. Could it be that he really missed his old love?
Rong Yufeng smiled, "It's hard for a woman to become grand, and the child in her belly is also the only blood of the royal family, so let's keep him..."

Cui Silang: The reason why Rong Yujun has not been drafted is because of Xianxian. Could it be that he will be so lonely in this life?Then he kept Rong Yufeng's child just to wait for him to be full-fledged one day to plot rebellion?
Cui Silang sighed, "Your Majesty, the annual draft has begun. This time, you should choose yourself. The harem must have no concubines, and it must also have no heirs. It will be difficult to silence everyone."

Rong Yujun looked at the green porcelain bottle in his hand, but he didn't answer the question: "Shiro, have I occupied the slender body for too long, leaving her bones still cold?"

Cui Silang looked at Rong Yujun with surprised eyes. He naturally hoped that Li Ruoxian's body would be buried in the ground, but Rongyu County is the emperor, and his orders are imperial edicts. Although he complained in his heart, he could only follow his wishes. I did it, but I didn't expect that the matter of burial would be mentioned today.

Rong Yujun stroked the porcelain vase with his thumb, and said in a calm tone, "Today I dreamed that she came to me, complaining about my selfish desires, and occupying her body...Shiro, she said she was very happy, let us not miss her too much .”

Rong Yujun looked at the porcelain vase in his hand, as if talking to himself in front of the porcelain vase, Cui Silang listened quietly, also without saying a word.

The corner of Rong Yujun's mouth raised a slight arc, "What can't be let go is the longing that can't be obtained. Thousands of times, the love is deep and the relationship is shallow; several days of wind and moon, annihilation of several generations of pure lotus, quiet flowers without sleep, condensed At the fingertips; looking back at the road of this life, but lamenting the tricks of time."

(End of this chapter)