Little Niang[Transmigration Book]

Rong Changfeng stood in front of the gate of the Marquis of Pingyang, the breeze picked up a few fallen leaves and piled them up next to his feet, the dust stuck his clean shoes with gray marks, but he didn't care, just grew Standing there, looking straight at the gate of Nahou Mansion.

He has been to Pingyang Marquis Mansion several times, but this time, his mood is not as good as before.

On the gate was hung an oyster, guarded by two government soldiers, Rong Changfeng didn't go in directly, his gaze was vacant, as if drifting far, far away.

I don't know how long I stood there, until Manager Qi who came out in a hurry found him.

"Master Rong...you..."

Director Qi subconsciously wanted to invite people inside, but after thinking about the situation of his master Hou, his Adam's apple moved, and he said softly,

"My lord, you can come back another day, Lord Hou...I'm afraid no one has disappeared at this moment."

"It's up to him," Rong Changfeng said lightly, "I don't intend to meet either."

"What?" Manager Qi didn't hear the second part clearly, but Rong Changfeng had already turned around and left. Manager Qi looked at his back, then at the door, and sighed heavily.

Lord Hou has been staying behind closed doors in Xiyuan for less than five days, that is the place where Xiaoniang Rong used to live.

Director Qi really didn't understand what happened, everything in front of him was far beyond what he could comprehend.

It all started with Hou Ye's envoy to Jiaozhi Kingdom.

Last year, Lord Hou was ordered to go on an envoy. Unexpectedly, he had just walked for more than a month, and then there was news that Rong Xiaoniang, who was out of the city to pick goods, died in a foreign land, saying that she fell off a cliff and there was no bones left.

Although he always looked at that rascal boy as unhappy at the beginning, but when he asked himself, since he came, the Pingyang Hou Mansion finally gained some popularity, and the masters of the Hou Mansion also smiled more than before. Zai, where has such a situation ever existed, and after a long time, he gradually discovered that as long as this little lady Rong didn't take the initiative to provoke him, he would definitely have no spare time to make life difficult for others. People are getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

It is more or less embarrassing for such a person to die without a place to bury him. Madam Zheng and the others even cried a lot, and even brought themselves to shed a lot of tears in the middle of the night—although He didn't want to admit that he was crying because of that kid.

Unexpectedly, a few days ago, news came from Beijing that the boy was still alive!His Majesty has even conferred the title of King Guang'an. As early as years ago, there were gossips about princes living among the people in Beijing, and there were secrets saying that King Guang'an was the emperor's prince living among the people. When he came back, in order to avoid the eyes and ears of the remnants of the Zhao party, Tete used another identity to hide quietly.

In short, you can say anything, but in short, that person came alive!

He reorganized the Xiyuan with full of joy, thinking that if the kid came back, he would have a clean place to sleep, even though he didn't know if this person would return to their residence after he became the queen of Guang'an.

But he never expected that what was waiting was his cold body.

Director Qi still vividly remembers everything that happened that day. He has never seen Lord Hou in such a state of despair. He came back from the palace, holding the boy's corpse tightly in his arms, such a lively and jumping person. , actually lying in Lord Hou's arms so lifelessly.

The servants in the mansion knelt on the ground, Mr. Qi held back the grief in his heart and sent someone to take over, but Lord Hou still hugged him tightly, not letting anyone get close to him.Cleaned his body, changed his clothes, and put him in the jade coffin with his own hands, never leaving a single step.

However, when people took down the tablet of Rong Xiaoniang that was placed before, the walking dead Hou Ye finally reacted, he was so angry that he smashed the tablet to pieces.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one knew what to do.

In the end, Lord Hou found a pen and knife, and engraved the words "Beloved Wife Rong Yu" on the tablet little by little, and stroked stroke by stroke, weeping.

That night, Manager Qi summoned all his servants and warned him in a cold voice. In fact, Manager Qi himself was also extremely shocked, but he could only suppress all the shock, and beat openly and secretly on the air, he didn't know What happened between Lord Hou and Rong Yu, however, he knew that everything was a foregone conclusion.

For three days and three nights, Master Hou stayed awake in the mourning hall, no one could persuade him, and on the third night, he actually vomited a mouthful of blood.

Director Qi was taken aback, the house was in chaos for a while, but in the end it was the third master who had an idea at a young age. He wiped away his tears and entered the palace that night.

In the end, it was old matriarch Lin who ignored face and sent soldiers from the palace to visit the unconscious Pingyang Hou while the imperial physician was in a coma. This made Lingshu finally leave the palace and was buried in the grave of Song's ancestors.

The autumn wind blows, making people feel cold.

Mr. Qi glanced at the white color on the lintel, and suddenly remembered that face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. It was still the same as yesterday.

"Hey!"

Manager Qi stared blankly, but there were no figures anywhere.

The wind blows, and the rustling fallen leaves roll forward.

No one knows what the old man looks like.

***

It seemed to have been a dream for a long time, so long that people doubted that they would not be able to wake up.

In the dream is a sea of ​​suffering that cannot be struggled. When I wake up, my heart is soaked in sadness. On the window lattice, the afterglow of the setting sun hurts my eyes.

Rong Yu weakly put the back of his hand on his eyelids, and after a while, he slowly moved his hand away.

In the golden afterglow, he seemed to be floating in a silent wild sea. There would never be another person in this world, and he was so lonely that he felt cold all over his body.

He closed his eyes and fell into a state of no sadness or joy.

Rong Changfeng had been standing at the door for a long time, holding a bowl of thick medicine soup in his hand, with calm eyes, just looking at him quietly.

The two stood separated by a pulsating stream of light, but they seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Obviously, they were once so close.

In the end, Rong Changfeng still walked in. He put the bowl beside Rong Yu, and brushed off some fluff from his face,

"Finally woke up."

Rong Yu hated other people's physical touch, Rong Changfeng's movements made him uncomfortable, but he couldn't move, he could only close his eyes, his brows could not help but twitch slightly, Rong Changfeng caught this small movement, and his hand moved He stagnated, and slowly retracted it, just pretending not to see it clearly, helped him up, leaned against his back, and after doing all this, he quickly moved his hand away,

"This medicine is so strong that it made you lie awake for more than half a month. If Mr. Lin hadn't brought the soldiers to the door, and if it was a few hours later, even the Immortal Da Luo would not be able to save your life."

The corners of his lips curled up, a bit of bitterness on his face,

"How did he know that his reluctance is actually hurting you."

He said happily again, "Fortunately, there is still time, but it will take half a month to return to normal walking."

Rong Yu turned her eyes away, and vainly set her eyes on other places, looking sleepy, as if she wasn't interested in what he said.

Rong Changfeng still sang a one-man show, "He guarded everyone, but he didn't guard against you alone, Ayu, only you can count him in this world."

Rong Yu's head was hurting, he said with difficulty in a rough voice,

"I have a headache……"

Rong Changfeng's eyes were filled with pain, he calmed down quietly, sighed,

"I'll see you again tomorrow."

Standing up, he said again, "There is a young man guarding behind the door, if necessary, just call."

Rong Yu closed her eyes, "...Thank you."

Rong Changfeng stood for a while, then walked out.

In the next few days, Rong Changfeng came here every day. This is a state not far from Chuzhou. The old house of the Rong family is here. Rong Changfeng has been sent on an errand for six months. Did not tell, came here quietly.

Rong Yu gradually became able to speak fluently. After seven or eight days, she was finally able to go to the ground. After eating the medicine soup, Rong Yu walked slowly, exercising her leg muscles that were about to shrink. There was a sound of footsteps at the door. When he looked up, he knew it was Rong Changfeng.

Seeing that he can walk alone without support, Rong Changfeng felt relieved.

"Looks like it's getting better."

Rong Yu smiled faintly, which was more or less perfunctory.

How could Rong Changfeng not know, but he still said softly,

"I'll take you out for a walk in the afternoon. You've been in the room for almost ten days. You must be bored."

"No, I didn't sleep well last night, I want to catch up on sleep in the afternoon."

"Is it?"

The corner of Rong Yu's mouth curled up, showing the same smile as before.

Rong Changfeng finally couldn't bear it anymore,

"Ayu, you are still blaming me. Back then, I was the one who hurt you because of my lack of thoughtfulness. I..."

Rong Yu sighed, "Brother, what are you talking about now, it's all over, by the way, when will you return to Beijing?"

"You..." Rong Changfeng didn't let him change the subject, "I know you've been blaming me in your heart, why didn't I want to save you, but at that time I was under house arrest and I had no other choice, and I didn't know that you had been... ..."

"I don't blame you," Rong Yu held his temper and forcefully pulled the corner of his mouth, "You really can't do anything, I understand."

"Ayu!"

Rong Yu frowned, and finally couldn't bear to ask back, "Okay, so, I blame you, what do you do?"

"I... only need half a year, half a year, I can go to Beijing to rescue you... but why you..."

It's not that he didn't know his own recklessness back then, but now how much regret he dreams back at midnight, it's indescribable, Rong Changfeng swallowed the soreness in his throat with difficulty,

"You know that Song Yanming is me..."

There was a coldness in Rong Yu's eyes, and he stared at him coldly. Rong Changfeng had never seen him like this before, his heart ached, and he forcibly endured it. He didn't continue what he said just now, and only said sadly,

"Ayu, I owe you everything, and I will pay you back one by one. Can you give me a chance? We have forgotten the past. In the future, I will definitely not let you suffer any more."

Rong Yu suppressed the anger in her heart, sneered, and said sarcastically,

"Okay, just wait. You will take me back to Rong's house tomorrow and tell the eldest wife that you want to marry me. I have been looking forward to it for a long time!"

"You—" Rong Changfeng took a few steps forward under intense pain, "Ayu, even Song Yanming was in my position back then, and he couldn't protect you at all."

"Hehe," Rong Yu laughed out loud, feeling more and more overjoyed, tears came out at the end of the laugh, "Okay, put yourself in another place, Song Yanming's situation at your time really couldn't protect me."

Rong Yu gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said word by word,

"So, if he were you, he wouldn't have provoked his nominal younger brother at all!"

Rong Changfeng trembled all over, the most secret place was torn apart, excruciatingly painful,

"Ayu, don't treat me like this."

Rong Yu sneered, he knew that Rong Changfeng didn't know all this, what he wanted was an illusory forgiveness, but Rong Yu refused to give it to him.He clearly knows that he is incompetent, but he chooses to provoke a greenhouse flower that is raised in a deep boudoir and has no self-protection ability. Maybe this is the passion that the protagonist in the book will have to break through all worldly obstacles. However, it is his The blood created the pain of others' life.

He looked at Rong Changfeng, and the sarcasm in his eyes became more and more blatantly contemptuous.

The last sliver of hope in Rong Changfeng's heart was completely shattered, he swayed a few times, and stumbled to support the seat.

The leaves rustled outside the house, and there were faint sounds of children playing. Once upon a time, he took him to fly a kite in this small house, taught him calligraphy, and rode a bamboo horse halfway around the wall... everything was finally wiped out.

"Who are you?"

Rong Changfeng slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, "You are not my Ayu."

Rong Yu gritted her teeth, still smiling to herself,

"Yes, I'm not your Ayu."

Rong Changfeng stepped forward like a madman, grabbed Rong Yu's arm,

"What did you do to Ayu!"

Desperately, he stared at Rong Yu's familiar yet unfamiliar face. He had doubts for a long time, but the doubts were too shocking and painful. He would rather keep a little hope for himself, but the other party Not even giving him the last bit of residual warmth.

Rong Changfeng smiled sadly and murmured,

"In the third year of Daoyuan, there was a woman from a village who was able to speak Sanskrit and claimed that she was a native of Dashi. What she said was extremely detailed. The villagers were curious and sent someone to look for it. It turned out to be true. In the 16th year of Sukang..."

He couldn't bear to continue talking, he just stared at Rong Yu in a daze,

"Who are you?"