White Hedge Dream

Chapter 173 Empty

Hot water for bathing was quickly delivered.

Zhou Jingyun entered the clean room, soaked in the hot water and exhaled a little tiredly.

Since Zhuang Li's accident, Mrs. Dongyang Hou is in a very bad state. Sometimes she is not awake. She thinks Zhuang Li is still there. When she wakes up, she blames herself and cries. The hospital prescribed tranquilizing medicine, but she still can't sleep well at night. Originally, her aunt I have to guard her, but my aunt's condition is not much better than my mother's.

"Aunt, A Li saved your life. She will feel uneasy seeing you like this." Zhou Jingyun advised Mrs. Xue.

Mrs. Xue now had a straightforward temperament. She wiped her tears and said, "Yes, I can't let my body get damaged, otherwise I will let A Li down. I really can't hold on any longer. I'll go back slowly and come back to accompany your mother later." "

After Mrs. Xue left, Zhou Jingyun wanted to stay with his mother, but was persuaded to come back by Mother Xu and Mother Huang.

"Your Majesty, you need to have a good rest. Otherwise, my wife will feel even worse when she sees that you are not in good spirits, and she will not be able to sleep well."

Zhou Jingyun got up from the tub, wiped himself, put on his pajamas and walked out. Chun Yue was still outside and said, "We have prepared a midnight snack. Prince, please have some. Mother Xu asked someone to tell you that you didn't use much for dinner." "

Zhou Jingyun originally thought about not using it, but when he saw the bowl of plain noodles and a plate of pickled fish that were delivered, they were light but meaty. This was Zhuang Li's preference, which showed that the small kitchen still followed her habits.

After all, she had only been away for a few days.

Zhou Jingyun lowered his eyes and hummed, sat down at the table near the window, Chunyue turned around and went out.

This is also Zhuang Li's habit. When they were eating, the maids were not around to serve them.

Zhou Jingyun said nothing, lowered his head and took a bite of noodles and a bite of vegetables.

Looking at the figure cast on the window, Chunhong pulled Chunyue's sleeve and whispered: "Why did you come out? There is no one around the prince to wait on you. Even before, there was..."

Young Madam, before these three words came out of her mouth, Chunhong's tears welled up first, and she covered her mouth with her hands to block the sound.

Chun Yue turned to look at the window, her eyes blank, yes, the young lady was there before, but now the prince is alone, she really can't bear to see this scene.

Not only could she not look at it, she couldn't even stay here anymore, it was empty, everywhere was empty.

It turns out that one less person can make the room feel so empty.

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The lights in the room were extinguished one by one, the maid on night duty withdrew, and Zhou Jingyun sat beside the bed.

The night light casts a glow beside the bed.

Everywhere else was filled with night, but the boundlessness became increasingly empty.

Zhou Jingyun went to bed. This was the first time he slept on this bed since the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. The other pillow and bedding were put away, so the bed looked very big.

Thinking back to the first time he and Zhuang Li slept together, he only slept on one side and accidentally touched the bed like this. It felt like a small bed.

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but smile, took out a book from under the pillow, and looked at the bookmark sandwiched in it.

"Read your book, I'm going to sleep."

There seemed to be a woman beside me saying.

Zhou Jingyun turned his head and saw her lying on the pillow, smiling with bright eyes.

The next moment, the woman in front of him was broken into pieces and scattered on the bed, with blood and twisted bones.

Zhou Jingyun closed his eyes suddenly and breathed rapidly. He seemed to have returned to the night of the palace banquet. He could hear the sound of singing and dancing in the distance and near. He stood on the tall building and let go of his hand, watching Zhuang Li fall. Leaving her in pieces.

"I will weave a dream in which Zhuang Li dies in front of Bai Ying."

Originally she killed herself, but dreams can be artificially fabricated, and it is difficult to predict what will happen in reality.

Zhuang Li was trapped in an accident, and he ended up killing her.

He knew that when he let go, or in other words, after Zhuang Li told him to let go, he fell into a dream.

The dream is fake.

The real Zhuang Li did not fall down the stairs.

But when a person is dreaming, he does not know that he is dreaming, so everything he experiences is real.

He personally let go and saw Zhuang Li's broken body with his own eyes.

The shock was real.

He woke up while leaving the palace in a car.

When he woke up, he was still stiff and his inner clothes were wet with sweat. He used a lot of strength and bit the tip of his tongue a few times before he woke up and told himself that it was a dream just now and now it is reality.

Then he dared to look at the cloak wrapped in his arms and saw a broken lotus root.

"Don't worry, I'm not really dead. It's a fake death. It's a replacement."

Zhuang Li told him when he explained the matter in the early morning, but he didn't say what to replace it with. Just like the previous times, he couldn't say it.

"I said that if you have an impression in your mind, it will be affected and the dream will easily collapse."

It turns out that the person who replaced her was Lotus Root.

He still remembered this lotus root, which was said to be used to make incense. The maid placed it on the bookshelf as an ornament. It turned out that it had such wonderful uses.

It turned out that she had already been preparing at that time.

Zhou Jingyun was silent, taking a deep breath to calm down his emotions.

Although he knew it was a fake, the contrast between the dream and reality, the **** horror and the lotus root, made him a little dazed and often distracted. He had to remind himself frequently to adjust his emotions.

His mood finally calmed down, he opened his eyes, looked at the bed tent dimly lit by night lights, put down the book, and walked out again holding the lamp.

The night light illuminated Tojima.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are still on the desk, and there is half a piece of unfinished writing by Zhuang Li in the calligraphy and painting vat.

Zhou Jingyun reached out and unfolded it. Under the night light, the words on the paper were blurry.

He was stunned, why was he wet? I can't tell what's written, it's like a memory fading after a dream.

He rolled up the words and put them back into the calligraphy and painting jar. There was a Boshan stove on the table. She liked to make incense and burn it, but he had never smelled the fragrance, and he could not remember her smell at all.

The Boshan furnace is empty and has no incense.

Zhou Jingyun found the incense box from the bookshelf, which she also brought. It contained homemade spices. He reached out and opened it, but it was also empty.

Run out?

Zhou Jingyun was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked at the bookshelf. The incense box was empty, the lotus root was gone, and there were only a few books left, which were taken from his study.

She came almost empty-handed and left with nothing.

Zhou Jingyun's eyes fell on the wall and he was inexplicably relieved when he saw the bamboo flute hanging on the wall. Fortunately, the flute was still there. He reached out and took off the flute.

It's a pity that I only heard her play the flute once, which caused her to fall ill.

Zhou Jingyun put the flute to his mouth.

The melodious sound of the flute spread in the dark night.

Chunyue, who was sitting in the duty room in a daze, raised her head: "Is that the young lady's flute?"

The main room is almost full of the young lady's belongings, and the prince's books and musical instruments are all in the study.

Because he was worried about her, Chunhong sat up on the bed with Chunhong, who was on duty at night, and sighed softly: "Yes."

Your Majesty, I miss you young lady.

Chunyue murmured: "I have never heard the young lady play the flute."

The young lady has been practicing her calligraphy. Once she has mastered her calligraphy, it will be time to play the flute.

but.

how…..

It’s less than a year.

Chun Yue couldn't help but raise her hands to wipe her tears.

"Chunhong." She was a little flustered again, "I can't remember the last words I said to the young lady that night."

Chunhong sighed inwardly, maids and servants were not allowed to enter the imperial city, and accompanying Chunyue could only wait at the carriage place.

Who would have thought that that night would be the last time we saw each other.

Chun Yue stretched out her hand to cover her face: "I should say a few more words to the young madam." Suddenly she thought of something and grabbed Chun Hong, "Before the young madam went out, she wanted to go to the garden at home, and then I accompanied her around the house. After reading it once, the young lady looked carefully. Do you think she felt anything?"

The young lady is not going to visit any garden at all. Is she saying goodbye?

Chunhong held her hand: "If Madam knew something was going to happen, she wouldn't have gone."

If you don't go to the banquet, you will at most be disliked by the queen, but it won't be fatal.

Chunyue wanted to say something, but Chunhong hugged her and patted her: "Chunyue, don't be like this. The young lady often makes us laugh and never embarrasses us. She definitely doesn't want to see you so lost."

Chunyue lay on her shoulder and sobbed: "I don't want this either."

She can't control it.

She couldn't control her tears.

And she suddenly couldn't remember what the young lady looked like.

Is it because the person came and left suddenly, and the time was short, so she forgot about the young lady?

Chunyue's tears fell like rain.

Chunhong couldn't help crying while holding her in her arms, and suddenly the flute sound stopped.

The two couldn't help but raise their heads and look at the main room.

The night lights went out and there was silence in the room.

"You see, it's good that you can cry like this. The prince can't vent his sorrow wantonly." Chunhong murmured.

You have to cheer up and take care of your wife, and take care of the court's face. After all, something happened to your wife in the palace.

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When Zhou Jingyun came to Mrs. Dongyang Hou's side, Mrs. Xu stood outside the door and told some servants something. She saw him hurriedly greeting him and looked at his face.

"Your Majesty, you didn't sleep well last night." She said softly.

The maids said that the flute was played in the imperial palace in the middle of the night.

"I will pay attention next time." Zhou Jingyun said. He was a little out of control at that time and couldn't help playing the flute. Later he realized that it was the middle of the night and stopped immediately.

He knew he should be sad, and it was better to be sad for others to see.

But he didn't want to do that, as if he were faking it.

he.

In fact, I don’t know what I am thinking.

Probably not thinking about anything.

Xu's mother looked at him: "Your Majesty, don't suppress yourself too much. You are the most miserable person."

She can't even recall the love between the prince and the young lady now. As a bystander, she is extremely heartbroken, not to mention the person involved.

How painful it must be for the prince.

Zhou Jingyun nodded to her: "I know, don't worry, Mother Xu."

"Madam didn't sleep much last night. She took medicine and fell asleep at dawn." Xu's mother said, "The prince doesn't need to go in, let her sleep well."

Zhou Jingyun said well: "Then I'll spare my mother's trouble." After a pause, "Then I'll go pay homage to her."

Zhuang Li's funeral should not be grand, and the memorial ceremony after the burial should be much simpler.

Burn the paper again and it's over.

Mother Xu sighed in her heart: "Your Majesty, please go."

Zhou Jingyun left the house with a boy and a guard.

Perhaps because it was still early, the market was a little deserted. Zhou Jingyun was in a daze while riding on the horse. He didn't know where she was now.

Zhou Jingyun couldn't help but look around, and then looked away again.

Zhuang Li is dead.

Although it was a dream, his wife Zhuang Li was indeed dead and no longer existed.

He needs to keep this in mind so that the living can get out of trouble.

He lowered his gaze and pulled up his hat to cover his head and face.

So, although it is fake and a dream, the loss is real and the sadness is real.

"Your Majesty." The guard's voice came from the front, with a hint of shock, "He is from the Board of Supervisors."

Board of Supervisors?

Zhou Jingyun raised his head and saw that he had reached the Dongyang Hou Mansion Cemetery, and a group of people were standing in front of the originally quiet new grave.

Zhang Ze was wrapped in a cloak, sitting on a wooden chair, holding a bowl of tea in his hand.

"Prince Zhou, I missed seeing the young lady for the last time while I was away, so I plan to dig the young lady out and say goodbye in person with all my heart." He said, raising a cup of tea to Zhou Jingyun and asking coldly, "What do you think? "