love poison

On April 26, the letter of resignation submitted by Zhizhen was approved. Ronghua did not stop him, and even gave him a large sum of money. Hua took it from his private treasury.The generosity of Ronghua nowadays is astounding. No matter what he received after the victory of the battle, or the rewards from the court, he generously distributed them to the soldiers, not to mention how many times he used his own private treasury as rewards in private .Everything he cared about before, now he doesn't even bother to look at it.

Zhizhen took the approved resignation letter and bid farewell to the soldiers who had fought side by side before, and finally went to Ronghua.

The servants said that Ronghua was staying in the study and ordered no one to disturb him, but he also said that if he really came to say goodbye, there was no need to stop him.

So Zhizhen went straight into the study, and when he entered the door, he saw Rong Hua standing in front of the table in a daze, his eyes fixed on the table.

Zhi Zhen approached quickly, and finally understood what Rong Hua was looking at.

a portrait.

The cold beauty has a pair of amber eyes like jewels, and his light pink lips do not even smile at all. The indifferent and alienated temperament gives people a sense of distance that is difficult to approach, and makes his beauty more mysterious rather than inviolability.

This portrait was drawn by Rong Hua himself, and it was painted by Xin Mu.

But it didn't look like a painting at all, but the real Xin Mu standing in front of him.Ronghua's masterful hand painted Xin Mu's appearance stroke by stroke. His appearance, his expression, and even the slightest curvature of his pursed mouth were the same.If it wasn't for the extreme yearning, how could the painting be so vivid with the help of memory?

Zhizhen couldn't help thinking in his heart that in the past six months, Ronghua must have never forgotten Xin Mu and tortured himself all the time.I thought that he would get better gradually, but who knew that his pain did not heal because of time, but intensified instead.

Rong Hua was fascinated by the painting, he didn't notice it until Zhizhen got very close, then he raised his head to take a look at Zhizhen, then he lowered his head, and slowly fanned the ink on the painting with a small fan , and then said lightly: "Are you going to leave today?"

"En." Zhizhen agreed, then took out a Qinan agarwood bracelet from his sleeve and put it on the table, and said to Ronghua, "Your Highness, this string of beads is worth tens of thousands of taels. I can't stand it."

Rong Hua still didn't look up, and said: "Your military achievements are outstanding, why can't you bear it? Take it with peace of mind."

Zhizhen still wanted to refuse, but Ronghua said again, "If you don't want it, you can give it to any soldier as a reward. In short, you don't have to give it to me, and it will take up space with me."

This was Ronghua's favorite thing in the past, and he took it out to play with from time to time, but now he casually gave it to others.He really doesn't care about anything now, he has lost the most precious thing, so there is nothing worth cherishing in this world anymore.However, in just over half a year, he has completely changed into a person who is neither dead nor alive.

I really couldn't bear to look at it, and there was no other way to heal his wounds, so I made a cruel decision to simply see nothing.

"This is what you said, so I'll take it away and give it away. Don't feel bad." Zhizhen quickly took the bracelet back and put it back in his sleeve. Ronghua didn't even look at it, and carefully He took his painting and went to the bookshelf, and said to Zhizhen as he walked, "I have said goodbye, you can go if you want. Now you are no longer anyone's servant, you can live whatever you want , and don’t care about how I’m doing. Let’s go, I’m too lazy to see you off.”

Zhizhen's lips trembled, and after a while, he looked at Ronghua's back and said, "Will he feel at ease if you live like this?"

Rong Hua was stunned for a moment, and his heart ached again, but he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Why is he not at ease? That little heartless person still has hatred for me in the end. "

Just listening to Rong Hua's words, he really felt extremely uncomfortable, he stomped his foot, turned his head and walked away without saying a word, but when he reached the door, he still couldn't help but stop and turn his head.

At this time, Rong Hua had already pressed the mechanism of the study and opened the secret room hidden behind the study.In the past, there were many precious trinkets that Ronghua liked, but at this time, except for a lighting pearl hanging on the beam, Zhizhen didn't see any valuable decorations anymore.

Now only Xin Mu painted by Rong Hua is left in that secret room.Some bow their heads and smile slightly, some frown slightly, some have angry eyes, and some are as cold as ice.

It's all about Xin Mu, every picture is vivid, there is no fault in it, every stroke, every painting is full of deep affection and nostalgia.

There are fifty or sixty portraits hanging, and there are some scrolls piled up on the table that will not be hung in the future, adding up to no less than a hundred.

For such a long time, Rong Hua was basically on the battlefield. It can be said that he spent the whole day in the shadows of swords and swords. He really didn't know when he painted so many portraits, and each one was so vivid.

Now Rong Hua is standing between these paintings, he is concentrating on looking at the people in the paintings, his lifeless eyes finally regained some vitality, he came alive briefly, with a bitter smile on his lips.

Zhizhen suddenly understood that he was relying on these paintings to comfort himself and spent long painful nights.

Zhizhen opened his mouth anxiously, but no sound came out. The door of the secret room was slowly closed, and Ronghua's face gradually disappeared in front of his eyes until he could see nothing.

Then, Zhizhen let out a slight sigh, turned his head and walked away.

After leaving Yuebei County King's Mansion, former and former colleagues sent him off again and again, until he was sent several miles outside the city gate before stopping, and Zhi Zhenyi said goodbye to them.After the colleagues left, suddenly a little beggar ran over from the side of the road and said to Zhizhen, "My lord, here is a letter from you."

Zhizhen asked, "Who sent this letter?"

The little beggar replied: "I don't know."

Zhizhen picked up the letter, and saw his name in the corner, and Zhizhen knew that it was Ying Xinyuan's handwriting.Zhizhen went to Jishitang to look for Ying Xinyuan before, and wanted to say goodbye to him, but Ying Xinyuan didn't know what he was busy at that time, and he couldn't see him, so he sent a letter here in a hurry, maybe there is some secret and inconvenient, You have to wait until he leaves before you can say it?

Zhizhen opened the letter and saw that there were only six words on it: Xin Mu is here, come quickly.

Zhizhen almost cried out, his expression changed suddenly, he hurriedly crumpled up the letter and hid it in his sleeve after reading it, then he pretended nothing happened, took the accompanying servants to the nearest inn, and waited for the servants After they had a rest, Zhizhen quietly opened the window and went out. He hurried back to Yuezhou City in less than an hour and went straight to Jishitang.

When they arrived, Ji Shitang didn't seem to have any difference.A servant recognized Zhizhen and immediately led him to the inner courtyard.

Zhizhen's heart was pounding and he was very nervous.He hadn't seen Xin Mu for more than half a year, and he didn't know his condition, and he was full of worries. When the servant brought him to the door of the innermost wing of the courtyard, his palms were already sweating.

The servant only brought it here and then retreated. Zhizhen took a deep breath at the door and knocked nervously. Xin Mu's voice came from inside the door: "Is it Zhizhen? Come in quickly."

Zhizhen pushed open the door excitedly and rushed in, wanting to give him a bear hug when he saw Xin Mu, but what he saw after entering the door made him unable to reach out and hug Xin Mu.

Xin Mu was sitting on the bed leaning against the head of the bed, her appearance and expression hadn't changed a bit, but she was holding a sleeping baby in her arms. Because of that little baby, Xin Mu's whole person looked much softer. As inaccessible as before.

In fact, Ying Xinyuan was also in the room, sitting on the stool beside the bed, but Zhizhen couldn't see him at all, only Xin Mu and the child were in his eyes.

He stood there for a while, and a loud cry of "wow" was already on his lips, but seeing that the child was sleeping soundly, he hurriedly covered his mouth again and ran to the bedside for fear of waking him up.He looked at Xin Mu's slightly rosy cheeks, and at the cute little Yuxue in Xin Mu's arms. He was too flustered to touch them, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes.

Great, Xin Mu gave birth to this child safely, and they are all fine.

I was so excited that I didn't know what to say, and I was completely dumbfounded.

"Don't be so careful, you can touch him." Xin Mu said to Zhizhen with a smile, and Zhizhen finally came back to his senses, stretched out a finger to touch the little baby's face, then retracted it quickly, and then the whole picture His face was blushing, and he stammered: "He, and Xin Mu look exactly the same, amber eyes, eyes and hair... really beautiful, is it a boy or a girl? Did you choose a name?"

Xin Mu replied: "It's a boy. I haven't decided on a name yet. I just call him Erlang."

The child was called Erlang in order to commemorate the unfortunate child before, and Zhizhen was a little sad, but Xin Mu didn't want to bring up the sad past at this moment, so he didn't say much, and showed the child's round forearm to Zhizhen Look, I saw a hill-shaped imprint on the child's tender arm.After seeing it, Zhizhen felt relieved, it would be fine if it wasn't Yue, and she wouldn't have to work so hard to have a baby like Xin Mu in the future.

"Erlang, Erlang." Zhizheng was very happy, and said, "It's so small, I dare not touch it, for fear of breaking it. When was it born? Why is it so small?"

Ying Xinyuan replied: "He was born on April [-]th, and now it's exactly ten days old. This child was born in less than a month. It's a bit small. But it's very healthy and lively."

"It's so good, it's so good..." Zhizhen repeated foolishly with a smile on his face.

The author has something to say: The little bun is out~

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