"You don't know your own limitations." Gu Yanfei sneered and subconsciously reached for the sword again, only to see Gu Yunzhen slowly walking forward with an umbrella.
The huge umbrella made Gu Yunzhen's fair face look even smaller, and her skin was as delicate as jade, making her look like a jade statue of Guanyin, gentle, dignified and quiet.
However, the girl said something shocking: "Second Master Murong, I will not marry you."
"The Murong family asked me to get married first, and I regretted the marriage later."
"You and I don't owe each other anything."
Gu Yunzhen's tone was very calm and cool. She showed no shame or resentment, and had no intention of taking her anger out on others. She was just telling the other person her decision.
After a long silence, he slowly asked, "Do you...really want to break up the engagement?"
There was a hint of hoarseness in his deep and deep voice, and his whole body stood straight and slender in the howling cold wind.
"Yes." Gu Yunzhen nodded without hesitation, his expression and voice remained calm, looking up at the other person's eyes frankly.
This was a decision she made on her own.
Murong Yong took a deep breath, and the cold, damp air entered his lungs, bringing a slight chill that made him feel icy from his inside to his fingertips.
The darkness in his heart just now was completely exposed in front of her, making him feel ashamed and guilty.
Murong Yong stared at Gu Yunzhen, who was a few steps away. The shadow of the cypress tree above him covered his face, making his features gloomy. He looked at Gu Yunzhen with a look that was hard to tell whether it was shock or scrutiny.
She was different from any woman he had ever seen before.
She looks soft and docile, but actually she is not promiscuous.
She looks gentle and quiet, but in fact she has her own character.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Gu Yunzhen, which made his eyes look particularly long and beautiful. His deep pupils seemed to be tightly wrapped around her like a chain.
Snowflakes floated on his head, nose, and corners of his lips, but he lay motionless, like a cold and hard stone statue.
"It's not too late!" Shangqing Zhenren said in a somewhat exasperated tone, "It's not too late to get married right now."
As long as Murong Yong and Gu Yunzhen worship heaven and earth here immediately, the wedding ceremony will be completed.
“Getting married” is done!
I won't be involved in this cause and effect...
Master Shangqing's heart was pounding, and he rushed towards Gu Yunzhen in two steps, but was blocked by Murong Yong's horizontal arm. The young man's strong arm was like a spear.
Murong Yong couldn't help but look at Gu Yunzhen and asked again, "What if it's not a wedding?"
If her grandmother wasn't seriously ill, they would have gotten married in April of the following year as scheduled. Would she regret it? Murong Yong's deep gaze was still fixed on her face, with a bit of heat, a bit of hope, and a little bit of barely visible tenderness.
"..."A few snowflakes stained Gu Yunzhen's long eyelashes, which flickered when he blinked slightly.
There was a hint of confusion in his dark eyes.
But wasn’t it the Murong family who proposed the idea of getting married for good fortune?
Seeing that Murong Yong was still hesitating, Shangqing Zhenren frowned deeply. He was about to push Murong Yong away, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Gu Yanfei's smiling eyes.
Master Shangqing felt a tightness in his heart, and a strong fear rose in his heart.
After quickly weighing the matter in his heart, he immediately changed his words and said, "Even without her, we still have Liu Muyu!"
"Second Master Murong, since she doesn't agree to get married, let's stop bothering her and return to the Murong family."
They can still catch up with the auspicious time to return to the Murong family now. As long as Murong Yong marries Liu Muyu to bring good luck, old lady Murong can "live"! The eyes of Shangqing Zhenren were as sinister as an owl.
"It's too late."
Gu Yanfei said these four words again meaningfully.
Gu Yanfei raised his hand to catch a few snowflakes. His smile was as cold as snow and his expression was determined.
As soon as these words came out, Shangqing Zhenren's heart felt like it was grasped by an invisible hand, and it was also like his soul was being strangled. He felt cold from head to toe without a trace of warmth.
"vomit!"
A strong fishy-sweet taste came from his throat. Shangqing Zhenren leaned forward slightly and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood sprayed on the ground like red plum blossoms, which was shocking to the eye.
"Master!" the little Taoist boy called out nervously and hurried to support Master Shangqing.
Taoist Shangqing's pupils twitched and he waved his hand to push the little Taoist boy away. His face was as pale as paper, with a line of blood still flowing from the corner of his lips. He was so weak as if he had suffered a serious illness, and even his fingers were shaking slightly.
The handle of the whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The little Taoist boy exclaimed "real person" again and trembled with fear.
Backlash, I was backlashed! ! Shangqing Zhenren seemed to have not heard anything, and suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of Murong Mansion.
Murong Yong could hear what Gu Yanfei had said in the garden yesterday: "Your grandmother is seriously ill. I'm afraid she won't survive until the next winter snow..."
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the snowflakes were flying like catkins.
The wind and snow were howling and roaring, from the south to the north of the city.
"hiss!"
A piece of talisman paper with black runes drawn on it was torn off the window by a rough big hand, leaving the transparent glass window empty.
Murong Hao held the talisman paper carefully and turned to the rosewood armchair next to him with a smile on his face.
“Meow meow meow!”
In the inner room, the four or five talismans that were originally pasted on the windows, the roof and Old Madam Murong were all torn off.
"Little cat, here's some for you to play with." Murong Hao personally and respectfully presented the last talisman in his hand and placed it in front of the cat together with the other talismans.
Fine snowflakes drifted in through the window, occasionally a few fell on the cat.
The cat didn't care at all and casually stretched out its claws to scratch the talisman.
“Crack…”
“Crack, crack, crack…”
The cat liked the sound and meowed happily, scratching even harder with excitement, leaving scratches on the talisman with its sharp, hooked claws.
Murong Hao and his wife, as well as the people from the other two rooms, were all in the inner room, staring at the calico cat on the armchair with burning eyes, devoutly, respectfully and fascinated, as if they were looking at their most precious thing, or as if they were looking at their faith.
When the cat had enough fun, it started to tear the talismans with its claws, one after another. The sound of tearing paper made the cat even happier.
A pair of green cat eyes are sparkling, and the long furry tail behind it swings briskly.
Every time the cat tore a talisman, everyone in the Murong family felt their heart tremble and instinctively wanted to stop the cat.
"Small……"
However, when Murong Hao met those beautiful cat eyes, his heartstrings seemed to be pricked by something, and ripples appeared in his heart.
The only thing left in his eyes and heart was the cat in front of him. He had no other thoughts.
The kitten is so cute, so what does it matter if I tear a few talismans? !
"hiss--"
Under everyone's fascinated gaze, the cat casually tore off the last talisman.
When the last talisman was completely torn in half, it was as if an invisible barrier was cut open through the window with a knife, and the dim inner room gradually became brighter.
The light gradually spread from the window into the room, and then extended into the dim bed curtains.
The cat jumped down from the armchair, and after two or three leaps, it jumped onto the edge of the bed. It squatted gracefully and looked at Old Madam Murong on the bed.
“Meow!”
The cat meowed in a baby voice. The meow of a five-month-old kitten was so soft and cute that it melted the hearts of everyone in the Murong family.
As the sound fell, light spread into the bed curtains.
Old Madam Murong, who was lying on the bed, trembled her tightly closed eyes, then slowly opened her eyes, her drooping and swollen eyelids half open and half closed.
The eyes embedded in the eye sockets were turbid and lifeless, without a trace of life.
"Meow!" the cat called again, washing its face with its paws.
When Madam Murong opened her eyes, she saw the kitten squatting at the head of the bed.
From the other party's cat eyes as clear as the blue sky, she seemed to see a beautiful girl.
"Thanks……"
Old Madam Murong's dry and wrinkled lips moved, and the sound was very soft, almost like a sigh.
As these two words escaped, her lifeless eyes began to ripple slightly, soft and sad.
Thank it and its owner for giving her relief.
For her, the past three years have been like being in the eighteenth level of hell. Every moment is suffering, torture, and torment.
The corners of her wrinkled eyes were tinged with a faint mist.
Ever since she turned sixty, her health had been deteriorating, until a cold three years ago caused her to completely collapse.
She had a fever for three days and three nights, and the doctor said she had tuberculosis. Although she was barely saved, she was bedridden after that, and her illness became worse and worse, and she was always drowsy.
Gradually, she spent more time sleeping and less time awake.
When she was half asleep, her three sons begged her in her ears, asking her to hold on for the sake of the Murong family.
Of course, she also thought that her grandson was at the right age with a bright future, and would soon bring honor to the Murong family. She didn't want to delay her grandson's development because of herself.
She tried her best to hold on, even though she was getting weaker day by day, even though she was almost exhausted, she still held on.
One day, she was once again on the verge of death, and felt that she could not make it...
It was also on that day that a transcendent voice sounded in her ears. That voice seemed to carry some incredible power and directly penetrated her soul.
Her soul was then bound by an invisible chain, making her feel suffocated, cold all over, and her limbs and body were no longer under her control.
As time passed, she lay in bed unable to move.
Gradually, she could smell her body slowly rotting and felt her organs dying bit by bit. Even when someone was wiping her body, she could feel that her flesh and blood had already decayed.
She couldn't move or sleep. She could hear and feel everything going on around her, but she couldn't do anything.
One day, she suddenly understood——
She had been dead for a long time, but was trapped in this broken body.
She became a living dead.
(End of this chapter)
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