Chapter 269 Vitality

Winter passes and spring comes.

It's a new year again.

Chen Shiyi finally changed into spring fir, which was tender green and full of vitality.

She likes this color very much, and has always liked it, like a tree, like a matcha, like full of hope.

She originally planned to handle the outside affairs herself, but Wen Zhiheng sent Qingsong to handle it.

"I have many students and former officials. Qingsong can get along with them better. Besides, there are some things that are not suitable for a woman like you to do."

Chen Shiyi said "oh" and asked again.

"I'm free now."

Wen Zhiheng was writing furiously and spoke without raising his head.

"You don't have time to spare. During the time Qingsong is away, you should come and help me."

He is really busy, with a mountain of official duties to deal with every day.

Chen Shiyi was busy organizing documents for him and writing down the copies of the documents.

After arriving in Kyoto, I seldom did such things. I just told Li Yunzhou about them and gradually became unfamiliar with them.

Now everything has returned to its previous smooth flow.

It's true that people tend to let their imagination run wild when they have free time.

Qingsong's progress was very smooth, but Wen Zhiheng's affairs in the palace were extremely difficult and he could not make any progress.

Chen Shiyi knew Wen Zhiheng's methods, otherwise he would have become the prime minister at such a young age.

Wen Zhiheng was silent for a long time when he saw the message sent from the palace.

"He is smart and resourceful. It is very difficult for my people to get close to the harem. If they get close, they will be replaced after a while. It seems that he has become wary of the death of the previous emperor. After all, the Ninth Prince was an example."

Chen Shiyi thought, the Fifth Prince was so cautious that he couldn't even get Wen Zhiheng in, so why was he so impatient with her that he killed Pei Luo to silence her before he even got all the money?

Her silent heart suddenly began to beat. Could it be that the one who wanted to kill Pei Luoshu was not the Fifth Prince, but someone else?

Or maybe he...

She suppressed the beating of her heart.

Until the matter is clarified, no statement can be made.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, she took a dagger, carried a bow and arrow, sneaked out of the mansion, and ran towards the plum garden.

After much difficulty, he reached the Plum Garden, fetched a hoe from the utility room, lit a torch, and came to Pei Luoshu's grave.

She watched quietly, in silence.

"A Luo, ever since you left, I have always wanted to dream about you, but you never appeared in my dreams. I thought you didn't want to see me. Now I think about it, it's not that you won't come, but that you may still be alive. You and I are a couple with a deep connection, and I hope you can do as I wish."

The soil had been compacted, and Chen Shiyi raised the hoe and dug for a long time. The soil at his feet kept piling up, and the soil became wetter as he went deeper, making digging more and more difficult. He had to dig out the soil a little at a time.

Hard work pays off, and the black and gold-painted coffin finally appeared.

Her back was soaked. She stood the hoe on the ground and leaned on the handle. She shook the sweat off her face with her muddy hands and stood still, panting.

She swallowed and touched the coffin lid with trembling hands. It was sticky with the smell of soil, but also had a woody fragrance. It was indeed a top-quality coffin.

Suddenly, there was a bulge on the coffin lid under the palm of my hand, and the wooden nails on it had traces of being lifted up.

She tried to pry open the bamboo nails with the dagger, and then used the dagger to cut open the gap in the tightly closed coffin. After it was opened a little wider, she pried it open with a hoe and pushed back hard.

The pitch-black coffin was empty.

She stretched out her trembling hands and touched the bottom of the coffin. There was nothing there, not even the mourning cloth at the bottom of the coffin. It seemed that no one was lying in this expensive coffin.

Her heart was beating so hard that she couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth slightly, breathed rapidly, and lay on the dug soil beside her to calm herself.

He is still alive!

Still alive...

Then why didn't he come to find me after so long?

Is it that your injuries haven't healed yet?

What happened at that time?

She lay in the mud. The spring night was as dark as a sheet of cloth. She could see nothing except the faint light of the torch.

She squinted her eyes for a long time before her heart calmed down. She heard the strong roots of the grass digging into the soil. With a snap, its new shoots lifted the soil covering its head, as if it stretched itself and stretched its whole body to welcome the most beautiful new life.

Splendor is the result of years of simmering, waiting for the moment of eruption, and then bursting out into splendor.

Good, very good!

She quickly stood up, closed the coffin lid, and then swung the hoe to fill the soil back in.

It was almost dawn when we finished all this.

After cleaning up and washing up, she arrived at Lingyun Pavilion. Wen Zhiheng glanced at her and asked softly.

"Where did you go last night?"

Chen Shiyi answered simply.

"Plum Garden."

Wen Zhiheng was standing behind the bookshelf looking for a book, and his hands were stunned for a moment.

Then he spoke to her earnestly.

"The dead cannot be resurrected, you should be more open-minded."

Chen Shiyi nodded.

"I know."

Wen Zhiheng found that Chen Shiyi was a little absent-minded in his work today.

"If you are tired, take a rest. Don't force yourself."

"good."

She took a nap and slept soundly.

She hadn't had such a deep sleep for a long time.

When I woke up, Wen Zhiheng was no longer in Lingyun Pavilion. I asked people around me and they said he had entered the palace.

She ate something in a hurry and slipped out the door alone.

Judging from Wen Zhiheng's expression, he probably didn't know about Pei Luoshu's affairs.

There are so many powerful people around him, but he has no doubts.

Could it be that because he buried Pei Luoshu himself, he never questioned his death?

It must be like this.

She didn't know how to find him now. He had disappeared without a trace.

The streets are bustling with people.

She frowned slightly.

If the Fifth Prince had not been chasing her so closely, she would have asked Chang Yi to come over and help her find Pei Luoshu's whereabouts.

And she didn't dare tell Wen Zhiheng, because she didn't know what Pei Luoshu was going to do.

She sighed, and suddenly a hand covered her mouth and nose and dragged her into an alley.

She reacted quickly, pulled out the dagger from her sleeve, and stabbed him in the back.

The person behind her seemed to be very familiar with Chen Shiyi. Her wrist was held tightly and she only heard a sigh from the person behind her.

"Murdering your husband!"

When Chen Shiyi heard the voice, his whole body froze and tears instantly fell.

She retracted the dagger, turned around, and the person in front of her looked at her with a smile.

She cried and cursed.

"Where did you die?"

Pei Luoshu looked around vigilantly, quickly put his arm around her shoulders and led her out of the alley.

Following the alley, turning left and right, I pushed open a door and entered an old small courtyard. There was nothing in the yard except a huge osmanthus tree with new buds. The leaves on the ground had turned into mud, and ants were crawling all over it.

"A Luo, you..."

Pei Luoshu hugged Chen Shiyi tightly and pressed her against the wall.

"Don't talk yet, Eleven, I miss you so much."

His warm lips pressed against her wet lips.