Chapter 31

With a clang, the sword fell to the ground. She opened one eye slightly and saw an obvious red mark on Zhao Changyuan's face. She found herself a little distressed and almost couldn't help reaching out to touch his face.

He hung his hands and looked at her numbly. What he saw in her eyes was so unbearable that she said she hated him. Maybe she really doesn't belong to herself anymore, maybe it's time to let go. Finally, he turned blankly, stepped on the two swords in front of him, and walked outside the gate step by step. His step was still slightly lame.

Gong Yueyue couldn't bear his back. Don't look away quickly.

He Yong stood up, walked to Yue Yue and said calmly, "madam, I shouldn't have said this. But I really want to tell you that our general is really infatuated with you. Do you know that he is learning double sticks from the soldiers in our army every day for you? On his face and body, he was beaten black and blue by that thing. Don't you ask him what's going on? Or you don't care about him at all? Have you ever seen him look like he's lost his mind? I've seen it when he knew there was going to be a war and had to be separated from you for a while. Do you know how happy he was when he took the crooked note you wrote him and explained to me that you liked him? Do you know that he almost starved himself to death because he didn't eat, drink or speak a few days ago, and he was still calling your name when he died? If you hadn't known that you ran away with this man, he might be dead now, you know? Why? Why did you treat him like this? Why can't you cherish him? What a nice man he is. Now he has been tortured like this. Why do you have the heart not to want him? Are you a woman? Doesn't it mean that women are easy to be soft hearted? Do you have a heart for a man who takes you as his life? Ah? " The more he spoke, the more excited he became. At last, his voice was trembling and his eyes were red. He turned and hurried after Zhao Changyuan.

When pan Zhuqing heard these words, he felt very bad and bowed his head in silence. Zhao Changyuan seems to really care about Yang Yiyi, but he doesn't want to give up.

Gong Yueyue felt as if he had been poured with a pot of sulfuric acid, which was burning. At that time, I asked him what happened to the bruise on his face, but he told her it was accidentally knocked. There is also the sentence "Gangba dad". I didn't expect that he really cares about whether he likes him or not. It turned out that his hunger strike was not playing tricks with her, but really giving up himself. Little white face... I love myself so much! She... She hit him! Guilt crept all over her body. She couldn't think too much and walked to the door.

Just at the door, pan Zhuqing suddenly shouted behind him, "no!"

She suddenly turned back, and the two people almost shouted with one voice: "Du ruotong!"“ Du ruotong! "

Pan Zhuqing endured the sharp pain in her ribs and shouted, "I can't go. Go and save her. If you can't, go to the Yamen and report to the official. Come on! "

Gong Yueyue dared not delay for a moment and ran out. Zhao Changyuan and he Yongzheng are walking one after another on the wind and rain bridge corridor. She strode past them and quickly ran to the shore.

At this time, her mind has become a pot of porridge. After such a long delay, if Du ruotong doesn't listen to their warning and acts privately, she will be in too dangerous a situation.

The shore is sparsely populated. Pan Zhuqing's carriage doesn't know where to go. She was at a loss for a moment and ran back and forth like crazy on the shore.

Zhao Changyuan came ashore numbly, staring at his helpless wife.

He Yong took his sleeve to the stable and said to him, "general, leave her alone. She is so heartless that she betrays you. Let's go! "

After taking a few steps, He Yong grabbed his sleeve and slid it out of his hand. He looked back. The general had turned and walked in the direction of Yang Yiyi. He was so angry that his blood rushed to his brain. He wanted to rush over and pull him back, but he finally stood in place, sighed and said to himself, "it's really a thing falling down, there's no way to save."

"What's the matter with you?" Zhao Changyuan's voice rang in the helpless Gong Yueyue's ear. She turned to meet his pale face and burst into tears.

"Stop crying. What's the matter?"

Gong Yueyue knew that it was not appropriate to have a long relationship with children at the moment, but tears just couldn't stop falling. Suddenly, her mind brightened, wiped her tears, pulled his sleeve and said to him, "do you want to know what I've been doing all the time?"

He pursed his lips and nodded gently.

"Do you want to know what is the relationship between me and pan Zhuqing?"

His eyes were sad and he nodded weakly.

"Do you want to know why I ran away from home?"

"Want to know." He nodded and whispered.

"Then come with me. I'll take you to a place. You'll know all the answers." She finished and looked around: "but... There is no carriage here."

"My horse is there. Come with me." He pulled out the sleeve she was holding. She was just lost in her heart, but his hand was held by his big hand and led to the stables.

Seeing this scene, He Yong was angry and funny. He shook his head, turned and strode to the stable, mounted his horse and rode away.

Zhao Changyuan helped Yue Yue on his horse and turned over and sat behind her: "where are we going?" His breath tickled her ears.

"Qingyun temple in the eastern suburbs." She felt her face burning.

He tightened the reins with one hand and turned around. He took her to himself with the other hand to prevent her from falling off the horse. "Drive!" With a light roar, the horse left.

Yueyue felt as if she had two hearts beating wildly at different frequencies in her arms. One is his own, one belongs to him behind him.

Like in a dream, his breath blew on her head, making her scalp a little numb. His body smell carried a faint fragrance of medicine into her nose. She always liked his taste. Even if he was sweating all over, she never felt uncomfortable.

He never spoke, but along the way, he kissed her hair from time to time. He thought, no matter what will happen in the future, at least at this moment, she is in his arms and she belongs to him.

Even if they didn't stop in the middle of the way, the sky began to darken when they arrived at Qingyun temple.

The two got off their horses one after another. Gong Yueyue ran wildly to the Daochang. Zhao Changyuan struggled to follow behind, and the wound on his leg was painful.

The ashram was empty. Gong Yueyue was silly. He grabbed a passing little Taoist and asked, "where's Taoist Li?"

"Benefactor, you're too late. Taoist Li left half an hour ago."

"Gone? Gone... Did he go alone? " She asked uneasily.

"I don't know."

"Well... Is there a girl resting in the lobby today?"

The Taoist priest thought for a while and said definitely, "Oh, there's one."

"What does it look like?" Gong Yueyue's voice trembled.

"Very tall, some black..."

"I see. Thank you." With that, she pulled Zhao Changyuan with a blank face and quickly left the dojo.

"Where are you going next?" On the horse, Zhao Changyuan took her and asked.