He braced himself against the windowsill with one hand, then leaped over the low wall with both knees, as agile as a wildcat, scaling walls and rooftops, yet occasionally appearing in the young girl's boudoir. A thousand words were left unsaid, a thousand heartfelt sentiments suddenly finding themselves at a loss for words. When she finally managed to speak, she said: "You've been gone for so long."
Leave me here. I miss you so much.
He gazed at her: You are the smartest. I thought you could at least make yourself less tired.
I'm smart, how could I bear to suffer for myself? Sun Xiuying was smiling, but when she turned her face away, tears suddenly streamed down her face. How could I force myself to marry someone I don't like?
Even his sweet nothings were so unromantic. He smiled absentmindedly and said, "I'm afraid you'll regret it."
Tears welled up in her eyes in an instant, but Xiuying had already grasped his hand: I'm just afraid you'll leave me here alone.
five:
That night, Sun Xiuying left decisively, taking only a few changes of clothes and none of her jewelry or ornaments. This bandit, who was accustomed to stealing and was deeply hated by the people, didn't steal any treasures this time; he took Sun Xiuying, his only treasure here.
This shocking elopement will be remembered by the people of Qingcheng for generations to come. They may deliberately or simply disdain to mention whether there was love involved, but she doesn't care. Love in this world always goes against its original intentions, and she doesn't want that.
On her third night staying in Xishan, she insisted on marrying him. Heaven and earth were her witnesses, the green mountains were her matchmaker, and Zhu Jiansu was their only witness. Those who have experienced separation in life are more likely to have more compassion for the love of others.
She became his bride that night. After their lovemaking, Zhao Zhen laid her on his arm as a pillow, watching her fall asleep peacefully in his embrace, exhausted, while they listened to the patter of rain outside the window. The early spring wind of March carried the unique, crisp scent of mountain plants. He breathed in the air, infused with the fragrance of his beloved, yet he could clearly feel that the dark cloud that had always hung over his heart showed no sign of dissipating.
He suddenly closed his eyes and sighed softly in his heart.
Sun Xiuying settled down in Xishan. Whenever he was going out, she would make all the necessary preparations in advance. If he returned late, she would take a lantern and wait for him at the foot of Xishan.
Sometimes Zhao Zhen feels that when she walks alone in the mountains and fields, and suddenly looks up to see a faint light flickering in the vast darkness, which she holds in her palm, it is a more tangible and warmer feeling than the Western Hills, and it is the meaning of home.
When Zhu Jiansu finally came up the mountain to find him, laid out the account books in front of him, and told him that the wealth they had accumulated over the years was enough to support a costly war, he suddenly felt a sense of relief.
This was also the first time he clearly realized that the fate he was trying to escape never let him off easily. When the unknowable future finally became clear, even if the ending was only death, he still felt a sense of relief and relief.
But someone was innocent, and he wanted the person he had dragged into this to live. As he sat alone in his room, racking his brains for a reason to let her leave Qingcheng temporarily, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and she walked into his world bathed in moonlight.
Her expression told him that he didn't need to say anything more.
I saw Zhu Jiansu's carriage parked at the door. She looked at him intently. So, you've made up your mind?
Zhao Zhen remained silent, knowing he couldn't make her any promises. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "I will see you off."
He had already anticipated her answer. She said, "I'll walk by myself." She repeated it very softly, "I'll walk by myself."
The single lamp finally went out sometime after she left, while he remained seated in the world illuminated only by moonlight. Suddenly overwhelmed with sorrow, he wanted a drink; in this long night, getting drunk would be an honor.
His mind was made up. The moment he got up to get the wine, he suddenly froze on the spot. He saw a thin silhouette standing in the doorway. He saw the tears streaming down her face, and he could clearly see her trembling body, even as she tried so hard to suppress them: Zhao Zhen, please, let's go together. Let's abandon your empire and go to a bright place to live a good life.
Bright, warm, and beautiful—his life was destined to have nothing to do with these words. But when she mentioned them, when the woman he loved promised him these wonderful things, he still felt an unspeakable, agonizing pain in his heart, which had been dead for a long time. Amidst that infinite bitterness and pain, a flower suddenly burst open.
He simply smiled quietly: wealth and power, a bright future.
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