"Pit" you for three lives and three lives

Chapter 43: Extra Story

As the night darkened, Huan Niang couldn't hold on anymore.Xie Lian let her go to bed early, and sat beside her to accompany her.

First Xie Qingru returned to Ning, and then Huanniang gave birth.Sima Yu brought Ari to join in the fun again, and the guards had to worry more, so Xie Lian didn't have much time to spare all day.I am tired at the moment.It's just that the joy of being a new father has not faded away, and I don't feel sleepy for a while.

Huan Niang felt sorry for him and urged him to go back to sleep.

Xie Lian only said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I'll wait until you fall asleep before returning."

Huan Niang was a little shy, and said with a smile: "You say that, the more I am so happy that I can't sleep." She still said, "Go back early and rest. I have a night watchman in my room."

Xie Lian nodded, but still didn't move.

Huan Niang thought of something again, she took out a small lacquer box from under the pillow, and handed it to Xie Lian, "Put it away, and look at it when I go back."

Xie Lian took it, put it aside casually, and said, "Write it down. Go to sleep, you've been tired all day."

Huan Niang closed her eyes, with a smile still on her lips.However, at this moment, he let go of all his worries and was extremely tired, but within a short while, he was already sound asleep.

Xie Lian stayed with her for a while, and when she heard that her breathing had stabilized, she pulled out her hand, stuffed her hand back into the quilt, got up and turned off the light.

Go back to the study and open the box given by Huan Niang.

Inside it was indeed the purse and tassels that Ari gave him.

After all, Huan Niang returned the things to him in good condition, and told him to look at them when he came back, which meant that he would stop interfering.

Whether to lose it or keep it depends on Xie Lian's will.

Xie Lian watched carefully under the lamp, stroking every road with her fingers.There was no other action for a long time.

In fact, at that time, when Huan Niang delivered the purse and tassels to him, Xie Lian knew that Ari didn't make them for him.

I have brought things with me for seven or eight years, and I have rubbed them countless times.He remembers every path, every section of flower weaving against his fingers as clearly as new.What's more, the color and texture of the new silver thread are different from those that have been worn for a long time.

For a moment, he couldn't understand why Huanniang wanted to force him to burn it, but why she used a fake one.Xie Lian also asked a craftsman to repair it, and he knew it was a fake, how much effort it took to make such a purse.

But at this moment when a person fell silent, he suddenly understood something in his heart.

Maybe Huanniang wasn't forcing him, she was really ready to leave.It's just how can this woman's mind be so entangled and soft?She only thought that if she really wanted to leave, she would quietly replace the mark Ahri left on him.Instead, Xie Lian really burned the purse, but she would return the real purse to him, tacitly allowing him to keep such a place in her heart.

She didn't actually intend to eradicate his past by the roots.

It's just a little thought that is entangled like a silk thread.

Xie Lian never let go of Ari, nor did he think about letting go.The human heart is the most difficult to control, it can be guided but not reversed.Xie Lian does not force others, nor does he force himself.

He doesn't say miss, nor forget.It's just that in a certain corner, Ari is still Ari in Wang's boudoir, never married, and will not grow old.She stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the Yuanxiang Pavilion in late autumn that year, the drizzle was like silk, and the sweet-scented osmanthus was like rice, scattered on her hair and shoulders.

He has always been clear that Huan Niang is his first wife.She married him when she was young, bore children for him, and lived with him forever.He respects her and loves her, and he never disappoints or abandons her all his life.He is sincere to her.

He always thought that the two sides had nothing to do with each other, but maybe he was wrong.Even Huan Niang could sense that there was someone else in his heart.

Sometimes, the only person you can fool is yourself.

Xie Lian took out a locked box from the bookcase, opened it, and inside were all letters.He doesn't even look at it.Put the lacquer box in, lock it again, and put it back in its original position.

After all, these things were not destroyed.

He blew out the lamp and went to bed.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard a drum beating outside.It didn't seem long, and it seemed like a long time, when suddenly someone knocked on his door in panic.

When Xie Lian put on his clothes and went down, the guard outside had already got up and opened the door, probably his dream was disturbed, he was very unhappy, and asked, "What's the matter, disturbing people in the middle of the night?"

"The princess is dead!" said the people outside.

Only then did the boy get nervous, and hurried into the house to look for Xie Lian.As soon as he turned around, he almost bumped into Xie Lian.

There was only a buzzing sound in Xie Lian's head. He had already heard it, but he still wanted to ask again, "What did you say?"

"After returning from our residence, the Crown Princess suddenly became ill... News came from the East Palace that the Crown Princess has..."

"Nonsense!" Xie Lian pushed him aside vigorously, pushed the door open and strode out, "Prepare the horse, I'm going to the East Palace!"

It was pitch black outside, and the night was as cool as water.There are only a few stars in the sky, and the starlight is so clear that it will flow down.

The sound of horseshoes broke the silence, and the gatekeeper Lang Jiang heard that it was Xie Lian, so he didn't stop him.The crown prince passed away, and Taicheng and the East Palace's orders came in and out one after another.The Crown Princess's family has already entered the palace.Lang Jiang knew that Xie Lian and Dong Gong had always been close, and thought that he probably came here by order.

Xie Lian got off the horse and went straight in.

There was crying in the East Palace.There are white banners everywhere, and the soul-invoking palace servants are standing on the wall, picking out a piece of clothing to show off, and singing that the soul is coming back.

The dew was heavy at night, and the clothes on his body were soaked in dew after running all the way, Xie Lian's knees felt a little heavy, and he could barely move.

When they arrived at the bedroom, Sima Yu was sitting outside.His face was covered by the darkness on his body, and he couldn't feel any vitality. Wei Lang sat beside him.The waiters were anxiously guarding not far from him.They just took Sima Yu off the crown princess.After the initial bitter cry, he was as silent and lifeless as if he had lost his soul.The queen was presiding in the palace, fearing that he was in a panic, forced someone to send him out, but when he got outside the courtyard, he pushed everyone away and stood guard outside the door alone.

When Sima Yu looked up and saw Xie Lian, his dark eyes moved slightly.

Xie Lian only glanced at him, then went into the hall.

Sima Yu suddenly drew his long sword and swung it at him.

The emotions that had been suppressed in Xie Lian's heart for a long time broke out violently at this moment.

He had never known himself to have such a surge of resentment.Everything attached to the person who swung the sword at him disappeared. He only knew that this person was Sima Yu, his best friend and brother, but he robbed his wife.He liked that girl for ten years, and after ten years of waiting, she was about to marry him, but she was robbed by this man.But he robbed her but didn't cherish her, she was only so young, not even twenty years old.She has never seen the vast sea of ​​clouds and the clear moon.It is already dead.

Why didn't he snatch her back at the beginning.Why would he allow her to marry someone else.Why did she die so early.

Xie Lian pulled out the saber on the guard at the side, and he slashed at it recklessly, hearing the sound of wind in his ears.

The clang and sparks of the clash of swords resounded in the silent night.There is nothing else in their minds, nothing else in their eyes.He just slashed at the person in front of him with all his strength, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces.It was as if there was a screaming beast in its chest, angry and sad for them.

The duel was rough and clumsy, not even half their usual standard.But it was really a life-threatening slashing.

Even Wei Lang didn't know how to deal with it for a while.

This kind of slashing based on anger and unwillingness quickly consumed and overdrawn their physical strength.This fight didn't last long.

The sword is heavy and tough, and the knife is thin and sharp.Sima Yu chopped off the long knife in Xie Lian's hand with one last swing, but Xie Lian knocked him to the ground with the handle of the knife, grabbed the long sword and stabbed it into the white stone around his neck.The slabs cracked.The red eyes of the two people met, maintaining a lore posture, panting heavily, and did not move for a long time.

This is the final contest between them.And the only fair fight.

And Sima Yu lost.

There was only a void in Sima Yu's heart.This time, he told himself that he could not lose even if he died, but he still lost in the end.

He was indeed the one who snatched Ari from Xie Lian.It's not your own thing, even if you try your best to keep it, you can't keep it.

She drowned when Xie Lian was newly married, and he jumped off after her.They struggled for their lives ups and downs in the dangerous river, and Sima Yu held her in his arms.At that time, what he hugged was the only thing in his mind and heart, and he refused to let go even if he died.

But what should he do now?She is dead, no matter how hard he hugs, hugs, hugs, she can't come back.No matter how much he likes and wants this person so much, she is not his, and she is not willing to leave it to him.

But since it is destined not to be his, why let him meet and let him get it.

...It's better not to meet each other from the beginning.

If you still want to fall in love when you meet again, it's better not to see each other forever.

He was afraid that if he met again, he would put in everything to snatch her back.Then, irreparably, watch her die.

After a long time, Xie Lian let go of Sima Yu, and knelt down beside him silently.

Swords are facing each other, and he has already taken the charge of committing crimes.But Xie Lian didn't have too many disturbances in his heart.He didn't know until now that the weight of making contributions and making a name for himself was not as important as he thought.

The guards stepped forward and took Xie Lian down.

When he was about to go out, Sima Yu stood up unsteadily, and pulled out the long sword from the crack in the stone.

The "clang" sound of the metal and stone rubbing against each other made everyone's hearts tremble.The guards stopped without realizing it.

Sima Yu walked up to Xie Lian staggeringly, raised Jian Ping, and slashed down fiercely.

All the maids in the store closed their eyes in panic, but the sound of hot blood gushing out did not come out for a long time.

The crown and bun on Xie Lian's head were cut off in the middle.

The guards looked at each other, not knowing what to say.It was Wei Lang who came back to his senses first, and said: "Replace the head with hair, His Highness has executed the sentence himself! Let go."

Sima Yu waved his hand again, his voice hoarse, "Go back and wait."

Wei Lang pushed Xie Lian out the door.Sima Yu just dropped his sword and fell straight backward.

Xie Lian returned home and went to Mrs. Taifu to answer the phone. Hearing that Niang Huan had been waiting for the news in the middle of the night, she went to her room first.

The sisters-in-law were afraid that Huanniang would be worried, so they all stayed in her room and talked with her to relieve her.Hearing that Xie Lian was back, they left one after another.

The sky has turned white.After all, Huan Niang had just given birth, and she had been worrying about Xie Lian for half the night, and now she also looked tired, pale and haggard.Seeing Xie Lian, she only called out in a low voice, "Xie Lang..."

Xie Lian responded with a deep voice, helped her to lie down, and said, "It's not important, don't worry."

Huan Daolian climbed his fingers to his face, touched his eyes lightly, and said, "Cry."

Xie Lian said: "What's there to cry about. It's you, I heard from your aunt that you're going to get out of bed. You just gave birth, are you dying?"

Huan Daolian still just said: "I was wrong, Xie Lang. You cry. Don't hold it in your heart...don't do this," her eyes had tears rolling down, "don't be like this...cry out!"

Xie Lian only held her in his arms to comfort her.When she was tired from crying and fell into a deep sleep, Xie Lian didn't make a sad sound.

Xie Lian returned to the study and sat quietly.The morning birds chirped outside, and then the sun shone through the window, and the light and dust floated.

After a long time, he took out the locked box.

Because Huanniang is in confinement, even though it is about to enter April, there are still fires in every house.

Xie Lian opened the box and took out the folded letters inside.He can memorize every letter.That was the letter Ari wrote to him when he was in Yanzhou that year.

Xie Lian threw the letters one by one into the smoker's cage.

When the flame licked up, it was like a butterfly flying all the time.Instantly burned to ashes.Ari's voice emerged little by little from the embers.

"July and half a monk, there is no one else. I only recall the plum blossom buns in the temple..." "In September, the clothes are given, and the weather is slightly cold. The thrush moults on the shelf, but I know..." "In the morning, there is nothing to do, and I picked two or three red plums... ..." "Spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River..."

The sound overlapped and rang in Xie Lian's ears.At first, the sounds were distinguishable, then mixed together, and gradually became sparse and clear again.

Xie Lian also threw the last letter into the fire.

Under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the Yuanxiang Pavilion, the drizzle is like silk, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is like rice.The girl standing tall and tall finally drifted away, no longer looking back.

(End of this chapter)