Chapter 100 Chapter 100 Xie Zhiyan, I am here to make peace with you...
The Jingguo Mansion was in complete chaos.
When the old lady heard this, her eyes went dark and she fainted without even being able to speak.
Qin did howl twice in a hypocritical manner, but it sounded a bit like gloating.
Tears welled up from her eyes without warning. Sheng Puzhu bit her lips tightly, not allowing herself to make any sound. Only her shoulders trembled violently, silently expressing the heart-wrenching pain.
She closed her eyes, hoping it was just a dream.
But no matter what, even if her tongue was bitten and her mouth was full of blood, she still couldn't wake up from this nightmare.
"Madam." Madam Du was crying.
It took Sheng Puzhu a long time to come back to his senses, and his throat was full of a bitter and fishy taste that was difficult to swallow.
"Mammy, I need some quiet time alone."
The biting wind was like a knife, blowing through the dead branches in the courtyard, making a shrill rustling sound.
Sheng Puzhu subconsciously hugged her arms tightly. The coldness came from her heart, and every pore was clamoring. She even felt that her soul had been frozen out of her body by the ubiquitous cold and was floating in the air.
It turns out that extreme grief is not heart-wrenching, but emotional emptiness, and the inability to perceive the despair of the outside world.
Sheng Puzhu didn't know how he walked step by step to Xie Zhiyan's study.
Everything here still remains the same as it was before he left, with a strong scent of cypress, his usual aura.
It was already daylight, and she was like a walking corpse.
Sheng Puzhu sat down in the seat where Xie Zhiyan usually sat, staring blankly at the snow-covered bamboo branches outside the window.
"lady."
Outside the study, Bannu stood there uncomfortably with red eyes.
Seeing Sheng Puzhu come back to his senses, Bannu turned around and went to the antique display case at the back to take down an ancient and exquisite rosewood box.
Bannu knelt on the ground and crawled forward: "Madam, this was given to me by my master before he left for the battle."
"What is it?" Sheng Puzhu pointed, speechless.
Bannu raised his hands high and tremblingly presented it: "My husband has instructed that if he cannot return one day, the letter in the box should be given to my wife."
Sheng Puzhu's heart skipped a beat. Although he had guessed it, he still gritted his teeth and took it.
The thin envelope seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Sheng Puzhu took out the letter with trembling hands.
My wife Sheng Bozhu personally declares:
It's like seeing you in person.
The journey to Yumen is difficult and the mountains and rivers are difficult to cross, and life and death are unpredictable.
Nothing in the military is ever perfect. We can only do our best and leave the rest to fate.
If you could see this book, it would mean that I have died in Yumen and will sleep forever under the yellow sand.
The greatest regret in my life would be being defeated and dying in battle, and not being able to grow old with you.
After I am gone, I hope my wife will not dwell on the past and be trapped by old friends.
…
Books cannot express everything, and words cannot express everything.
Don’t worry, take care of yourself.
After this farewell, we will never see each other again.
There is endless snow in the world, I wish you to be like the new moon.
Husband, hold the inkstone.
Last words.
Sheng Puzhu's tears fell like pearls from a broken string, scattering onto the letter paper, creating smudges of ink. Overwhelmed by grief, she staggered, holding onto the rosewood desk, barely holding on to her shaky body.
Her palm touched the paperweight and she lost her balance. Before she fell, she accidentally knocked over an inconspicuous wooden box on the table.
With a loud "clang".
The thick pile of neatly stacked letters in the box now scattered on the floor tiles of the study like snowflakes.
Sheng Puzhu squatted down as if possessed by a ghost, picked up the letter closest to her, and pulled out the letter.
The familiar vigorous handwriting came into view again——
"My wife, Puzhu, personally writes: We are on this expedition to attack the Turks. If anything unexpected happens..."
She gasped for breath and hurriedly picked up the next letter.
"My wife, Puzhu, personally wrote: ...If you didn't make it back alive, please don't be heartbroken..."
"My wife, Puzhu, personally wrote: If you could see this book, I would have already been buried in the frontier. I owe so much in this life, and I am filled with shame..."
One letter after another.
They are all suicide notes he left behind.
Some of the envelopes were very old, with frayed edges and frayed edges, as if they had been frequently rubbed in someone's palm.
From the beginning of our marriage until today.
Sheng Puzhu couldn't imagine what kind of mood Xie Zhiyan was in when he wrote these letters to her before each battle.
Isn’t it true that every time, he is prepared to never come back.
There were a total of thirty-seven letters, and Sheng Puzhu read them one by one.
Until the last letter got stuck inside the box and didn't fall out.
"Mother, please take note:
Reading your letter is like meeting you in person, and reading your letter brings joy to your face.
…
If I had seen this book, I would probably have been sleeping in the frontier forever.
When my new bride first arrived, I was cold and distant by nature, and I was afraid of hurting her feelings by going far away to the frontier.
If I don’t return from this battle, I hope my mother will find another good match for my wife. I only hope that my wife will not be trapped in the past and will have a smooth life.
…
The wind and snow are very strong, I hope you take care, mother.
The kindness of this life can only be repaid in the next life.
An unfilial son holds the inkstone.
Final words.
Is this what he wrote on his wedding day?
Sheng Puzhu fell to the ground, finally unable to hold back her tears any longer. Her heart ached so much that it felt like it was about to break. All kinds of emotions were in a mess. Like being tortured by slow slicing, she was pierced by the surging past, as if it wanted to throw her up little by little, and then crush her mercilessly.
It turns out that he is not really indifferent.
The aloofness he displayed, the seemingly inhumanity of going far away in armor, hidden behind it was a burden deeper than anyone else's.
Gods should not fall, and the person who loves her will always stand in the light, upright and worthy of heaven and earth.
Regardless of life or death, Sheng Puju felt that she should give something back.
Late at night, everything is quiet.
In Yishou Hall, the smell of medicine was stronger than ever.
The old lady was not sleeping soundly. She was leaning against the head of the bed, coughing suppressedly. Every cough she made made people feel nervous.
Sheng Puzhu calmed himself down, dismissed his attendants, and slowly knelt down in front of the old lady's bed.
"grandmother."
The old lady responded blankly, but her eyes were empty.
Sheng Puzhu raised her head, the dim candlelight illuminating her pale face. In the silent night, her slightly hoarse voice carried a desperate determination: "Grandson's wife, I want to go to Yumen Pass."
"Yumen Pass?" the old lady murmured repeatedly, suddenly covering her chest and coughing violently. She asked absentmindedly, "What are you going there for?"
Sheng Puzhu's eyes gradually brightened. She met the old lady's gaze and said calmly, "If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead... I have to see him one last time and take him home personally."
"Grandmother, the Xie family is a century-old, prestigious family. Your life is full of regrets. I... don't want this to happen."
"I want to go to Yumen Pass, even if it's just to see the territory he guarded with his life, listen to the sound of the wind, and the yellow sand all over the sky, there will always be the destination I want."
Sheng Puju's voice was trembling at first, but gradually, she spoke more steadily without any hesitation.
The room was quiet, with only the flickering candlelight.
After a long time, the old lady sat up with difficulty, looking at the clear, stubborn, red and stubborn almond eyes in front of her. She seemed to see her former self who was still alive in Sheng Bozhu's eyes.
"Go ahead."
"It's okay, you can do whatever you want."
"Life is too long, don't have regrets."
Sheng Puzhu's eyes were filled with tears: "Thank you for your help."
She was going to look for him.
No matter life or death, no matter the difficulties and dangers.
The spring is chilly, the north wind is biting, the world is bleak, only the wind and snow remain the same year after year.
"Prepare the horses!"
"I'm going to Yumen Pass."
Riding fast and traveling light is the quickest way to see him.
Sheng Puzhu changed into riding clothes that were convenient for movement, and tied up her long black hair into a bun like a man.
"Puzhu, don't be afraid."
"Brother will accompany you."
In front of the Duke Jingguo's mansion, Shen Ce was leading the horse, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting.
Sheng Puzhu looked up blankly: "Brother."
At this moment, time seems to flow backwards.
The biting cold wind around me turned into the memory of the continuous torrential rain in Luoyang in midsummer.
When she was thirteen, Dengzhou was hit by a flood and her father passed away suddenly. She was left alone in Luoyang, and it was her brother who took her on a journey of thousands of miles regardless of everything.
Many years passed and she was already a married woman. Today, she lost her love again. It seemed that fate was a ruthless cycle that always dealt a heavy blow to her at the most unexpected moment in her life.
"drive!"
The horses' hooves stepped on the wind and snow, and the two figures were like arrows shot from a bow.
In the eleventh year of Joan of Arc, the first month of spring.
We were exhausted all the way and traveled day and night.
When Sheng Puzhu arrived at Yumen Pass, which was covered with yellow sand, she had almost exhausted all her strength and was only holding on with her willpower.
"Sheng!"
"Mrs. Sheng, why are you here?"
Fu Yunzheng was also dressed in dust, with bloodshot eyes. When he saw Sheng Puzhu, his lips moved, and it was obvious that he was more shocked than sad.
"Fu Yunzheng, where is Sanlang? Where is he?" Sheng Puzhu dismounted and asked in a hoarse voice without even having time to greet him.
"Well……"
Fu Yunzheng's eyes flickered, and he subconsciously avoided her, his Adam's apple rolling: "I wonder who this person is?"
Sheng Puzhu looked over and forced a smile: "It's my brother, Shen Ce."
Fu Yunzheng nodded. He seemed to have made some kind of decision with great difficulty. He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to point at a temporary tent with a white flag hanging on it at the back of the military camp. He covered his face with his hands and pretended to be extremely sad.
"San... Saburo is right there."
"Mrs. Sheng, please accept my condolences."
Sheng Puzhu looked in the direction he pointed, and her eyes went dark. The whole world started spinning. She staggered, almost stumbling over with her remaining strength.
Inside the tent, a simple paulownia wood coffin was quietly placed in the middle.
The only glimmer of hope was completely shattered. Sheng Puzhu stood there in a daze, not daring to move forward for a moment.
She cried for a long time, feeling dizzy, until Shen Ce came forward and forcibly helped her to the side.
"Bozhu."
"Do you feel anything is wrong?"
"Hmm?" Sheng Puzhu raised her head and looked at Chen Ce with tearful eyes.
"I think there's something wrong with Fu Yunzheng." Shen Ce looked around warily. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he lowered his voice and said, "He has injuries and looks exhausted."
"But if he just stayed in the camp to keep vigil, the marks on his body would be very strange."
Sheng Puzhu's crying stopped abruptly.
Shen Ce's face was solemn, and he continued to whisper: "And I think he seemed to feel guilty when he saw you."
"Then try him." Sheng Puju's tearful eyes suddenly became sharp.
She swayed, looking extremely sad, and then her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Bozhu." Shen Ce exclaimed in surprise.
Fu Yunzheng didn't doubt him and panicked. Seeing Shen Ce pick up the person, he hurriedly led the way: "Let's go to Sanlang's tent first."
Shen Ce nodded and followed Fu Yunzheng all the way.
After settling Sheng Puzhu down, Fu Yunzheng was about to call the medical officer. The moment he turned around, Shen Ce said expressionlessly, "It's too late. She's not breathing."
"Depend on."
"Is this true?" Fu Yunzheng didn't even think twice and leaned over to feel Sheng Puzhu's breath.
At this critical moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his neck and subconsciously raised his hand to touch it.
Fu Yunzheng felt his eyes go dark: "You..."
Shen Ce raised his eyebrows and put away the silver needle between his fingers with an expressionless face: "Oh, I forgot to mention, I am the doctor."
When Fu Yunzheng opened his eyes again, he was gagged and tied up in the tent.
"Master Fu." Sheng Puzhu sneered, "Tell me, where is Sanlang?"
Fu Yunzheng froze and nodded with difficulty.
Shen Ce took out the cloth stuffed in his mouth.
"Sanlang is indeed not dead. After breaking out that day, he led 3,000 elite soldiers to attack the Turkic royal court from the rear. Since then, we have completely lost contact and his whereabouts remain unknown."
Sheng Puzhu actually felt like crying. She took a deep breath and asked, "Then why did you report the false news to Chang'an?"
Fu Yunzheng was silent for a while. "The attack on Yumen Pass was because there were enemy spies in the army. I had to be on guard."
"Besides, Sanlang's death in battle is the best opportunity to catch the spy. I have no choice but to resort to this desperate measure to lure the snake out of its hole."
After hearing this, Sheng Puzhu closed her eyes and seemed to relax. Before her consciousness faded, she bit her tongue and asked, "Fu Yunzheng, can I trust you?"
Fu Yunzheng was so anxious that his tongue was almost tied: "Why not?"
"I will marry Mingya someday."
"You are my sister, my real sister."
Sheng Puzhu said silently in his heart when he fainted from exhaustion.
Xie Zhiyan, here I come.
This time, I'm not here to argue with you.
I have come to make peace with you.
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