Powerful ministers are husbands

Just as Zhuan Sun Yongde was about to ask, he suddenly realized that the essence of "living forever in the heart" is actually the same as when a person is dead.

The lobby fell into a deathly silence, only the light spots on the ground moved quietly with the passage of time.

Zhuan Sun Yongde walked to Cao Lu's side first, put his hand on his shoulder, and scratched vigorously, "Ah Lu, I'm sorry."

"I have a funeral to do, I beseech the Holy Majesty to allow me to retire first." Cao Lu's cold face could no longer see his pain, and in people's eyes he was still an invincible general on the battlefield.

However, some emotions are not shown on the surface, which does not mean that they are not suppressed in the heart.

Zhuan Sun Yongde didn't know how to comfort Cao Lv, who was not just a minister, but more like a close friend, he let go of the hand on his shoulder, "Go."

After Cao Lv saluted, he walked away quickly, and the wind brought up a faint smell of blood, silently telling the tragedy of death.

After Zhuan Sun Yongde drove back to the palace, most of the officials from King Yan's faction in the lobby left in a hurry, carefully concealing their gloating expressions.The rest shook their heads and sighed, and some were talking about the robbery in low voices.

The news that General Cao's wife was murdered by the mastermind of the robbery quickly spread throughout the entire imperial capital, and at this time, white lanterns were silently hung on Cao's mansion.

The people who watched General Cao's triumphant return in front of the Cao Mansion back then still clearly remembered the couple's love, but now they can only lament that the world is really unpredictable, and they were separated forever after less than half a year of marriage.The common people, who were grateful for General Cao’s achievements in defending their home and country, spontaneously went to the intersection of the street where Cao’s mansion was located, burned paper money and put incense sticks to express their grief.

On the day the funeral was over, people only saw Cao Lu leave the city in a carriage with a haggard look on his face, thinking that his wife had died, and seeing familiar things would inevitably touch the scene and hurt them, and they needed to relax outside.

The carriage trotted all the way and came to the secret and heavily guarded Bieyuan.

The courtyard is very quiet. When the vegetation is withered and the eyes are desolate, there are still birds chirping joyfully.

With his hands behind his back, Cao Lv walked forward slowly alone, his slanted figure lonesomely reflected on the gravel road, and the birds flew away in fright, hiding on the rockery and jumping.He walked around the gazebo and came to the room where he slept with Pang Miao last time.

With the faint smell of herbs lingering in the nose, and the sound of small footsteps, Cao Lv opened the door, and the people inside hurriedly saluted him.

"How?" There was a hint of worry in his calm tone.

"No problem, but it's unknown when I'll wake up." The doctor replied softly, and then tiptoed out of the house.

Walking past the small stove where "Gululu" was frying medicine, and then turning around the screen, Cao Lu sat down on the edge of the bed, his cold eyes softened when he looked at the face of the sleeping man.

That night, after falling to the bottom of the cliff, Pang Miao passed out.Although he traveled abroad for a year or two, the physique of a scholar who has devoted himself to studying since childhood is still slightly worse than the average person.With a broken leg, multiple bruises and scratches on his body, and being hung in the bitter cold wind for several hours, it was no easy task for Pang Miao to persist until he came.

He simply treated the wound, and then carried Pang Miao on his back.

The moonlight is stingy at the bottom of the cliff, and only the rushing river is glowing with a faint white light, like countless tiny fish swimming in the water.He was afraid that Pang Miao would not be able to hold on for too long after he told the truth about the robbery, and the biting cold environment was enough to kill a seriously injured person, so he relied on this little bit of light and the experience he had gained from fighting in the field all year round. , Groping to the north, from night to dawn.

On the way, Pang Miao sometimes fell asleep and sometimes woke up, talking to him vaguely.

When Pang Miao was sober, he tried to say something to arouse his interest, and as he talked, it all became fun stories from his childhood.

Out of curiosity, he insisted on asking for the silver gun on the weapon rack, but was almost hit by the big knife next to him, and was so scared that he didn't dare to approach the weapon rack for a long time.

After practicing martial arts, I went to the stream to catch fish with my friends, but I forgot the time, so I had to sneak home through the back door. Unexpectedly, there was a new big yellow dog tied to the back door, chasing him for two whole streets .

Also, when he first arrived at the frontier barracks, he was molested by a few foreign women, but he scared the girls to tears and was teased by his companions...

Pang Miao laughed softly, and said vaguely: "Now, we are even."

He remembered going to Pang's house for the first time after getting married, listening to his uncles talking about various things, he couldn't help laughing, "You actually care about this."

"Well, I care, I only care about..."

Pang Miao wanted to say something, but his voice was so low that he couldn't distinguish it like a dream.

"If you want to know more, don't fall asleep." He said, reminding Pang Miao over and over again not to fall asleep.

The hand that Pang Miao involuntarily let go due to his delirious mind will cover the back of his hand again at this moment, saying that he will persevere.

Fortunately, at dawn, they joined the guards who came to search.Fortunately, when he went out of the city to look for Pang Miao, he took the doctor with him along the way.

When the doctor told him that "Mr. Pang is all right", the big stone in his heart finally disappeared, and the morning light outside the window has turned into sunset.

Settling in the other garden, he suddenly thought—maybe this is a chance for Pang Miao to be himself again.

General Cao's wife was kidnapped by the mastermind of the robbery, then pushed off the cliff, and died of serious injuries.

It is more reasonable than finding an excuse to reconcile when the situation is urgent or after the death of King Yan. The only thing is that the play needs to be performed well.

Up to now, Yu Xin, he can't keep Pang Miao in Cao's house for his own selfishness, otherwise, what face is there to talk about more feelings.

When Pang Miao returned to Pang's house, they could continue to communicate.

The law stipulates that after the death of a wife, one year of mourning is required, and no continuation is allowed during this period.Before the turn of the year, he was able to do what he needed to do and remove any obstacles.

Furthermore, if this life still fails in the end, Pang Miao can escape early and don't have to be implicated again.

Entrusting the comatose Pang Miao to the doctor's care, he returned to the imperial capital, quickly summoned his men to arrest Xue Weikai and the bandits, dug up part of the relief money, and then brought them to the court of Dali Temple. Declare that "Mr. Pang Wen is dead", cut off the way forward, and there is no possibility of regret.

Now, "Mr. Pang Wen" is buried near Cao's family's ancestral grave, and Pang Miao no longer has to pretend to be a woman and live in fear and fear.

He didn't regret not being able to live under the same roof as Pang Miao, nor was he discouraged at all.

The feelings still exist, so what if they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Thinking of this, the corners of Cao Lv's mouth rose slightly, and he clenched Pang Miao's hand tightly.

Two warm hands were pressed together, the unconscious person seemed to feel something, the eyelashes trembled slightly, the eyeballs under the eyelids rolled, as if trying to open the eyes, but after a while they returned to calm, only There was chest heaving.

The sunlight outside the window gradually turned orange, covering everything it could shine with a warm yellow color.The doctor knocked on the door and signaled Cao Lv to go out and talk.

The doctor's surname is Kong, and he worked as a military doctor in the border military camp in the early years. He has known Cao Lv for ten years and is very familiar with him.The last time Mrs. Cao wanted to invite a doctor to give Pang Miao a pulse and prescribe medicine, Cao Lv invited him.He stroked his gray beard, looking preoccupied, which was tantamount to bringing haze to the evening when the sun was shining brightly and colorfully.

"Excuse me, General, did Mr. Pang suffer from headaches before?"

"Had."

"What caused it?"

"The carriage lost control, the head hit something hard, and there was a cold wind."

"Oh—" Dr. Kong stroked his beard and pondered.

"how?"

At this time, there was a rustling sound in the room, Cao Lv rushed back, and saw Pang Miao sitting up on the bed with his hands on his forehead, and the half-quilt slipped under the bed.

He re-rolled the quilt and said pleasantly, "You finally woke up."

Doctor Kong asked, "Does Mr. Pang feel a headache?"

Pang Miao shook his head, other than groggy, he felt fine.

Doctor Kong heaved a sigh of relief, and explained to Cao Lv who cast puzzled eyes: "I was too worried. Mr. Pang has been in a coma for eight days, but he was seriously injured and almost exhausted. You don't have to worry, General. Drink the medicine." He gave the medicine to Cao Lv and exited the door.

Pang Miao was stunned for a while, and his blurry vision gradually became clear. He saw Cao Lv's mourning clothes made of raw linen, and said in shock, "This is..."

"You can go back to Pang's house, and you don't need to pretend to be Pang Wenjun anymore." Cao Lv blew on the concoction, and after it cooled down, he handed it to Pang Miao's lips.

Pang Miao obediently drank the soup, "You...by the incident of falling off the cliff..."

"Yes." Cao Lv continued to feed the medicine while explaining, "...Don't worry, I have explained the situation to my mother-in-law beforehand, but I didn't mention that you really fell off the cliff. Come back from other places." He knew Pang Miao's personality well, and he would not tell Mrs. Pang the difficult things, so as not to worry the old man.

"Thank you." Pang Miao thought for a while, "acting must be very hard."

"That's right." Cao Lu put down the bowl, put one hand over Pang Miao's leg, and put his hand on Pang Miao's side, "So, if you want to thank me, why don't you answer my doubts. That is, there is a sentence you didn't finish. .”

"what?"

"You said you care, I want to know what you only care about?"

Cao Lv posted a little close, Pang Miao did not look back, but seriously recalled what he had said when he was at the bottom of the cliff.But the experience at the bottom of the cliff is like a dream. When I wake up, I only have a vague impression. No matter how desperately I try to remember, but in the end there is always a thick fog that cannot be dispelled.

Seeing that Pang Miao didn't answer for a long time, Cao Lu patted his hand, "I'm not in a hurry, you rest first, the leg injury will take a while to heal, I'll go get you some medicinal wine and rub it for you."

"Wait a minute." Instead, Pang Miao grabbed Cao Lu's hand, and his fingertips slid gently across his palm.He looked up at Cao Lv with a serious expression, "I said, I only care about what I want to care about...and people."

The author has something to say: Is this a subtle and low-key confession? 0v0