Chapter 186 Wen Xingluo saw him carving words on the bamboo sticks in Laojun Pavilion
In the afternoon, the women were watching a play in the garden when a maid suddenly came running over with a pale face.
She shouted, "Who is the wife of Lord Sun, the Minister of Justice? There's been an incident at the training grounds. Lord Sun has been shot and fallen off his horse!"
The female members of the family were horrified and did not bother to continue watching the show. They rushed to the training ground of the palace.
When Wen Xingluo came over, he saw the men gathered in a circle, from which could be heard the wailing and screaming of Sun Tingwei. After a while, a servant brought a stretcher and carried Sun Tingwei up.
The stretcher passed by her.
She glanced.
There was an arrow stuck in Sun Tingwei's chest, probably because he fell off his horse. One of his legs and two arms were twisted into strange postures. His whole face was pale and black, and cold sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his face. His clothes were soaked with blood and sweat.
Madam Sun stood by with her hand covering her mouth, heartbroken and on the verge of collapse.
Xie Jing held the bow and arrow, apologetically saying, "It's all my fault. I had to practice archery while I was still young. I'm old and haven't been on the battlefield for years. I was out of practice and accidentally shot Little Sun. That's why he frightened and fell off his horse... Madam Sun, don't worry. I will definitely pay the compensation I deserve!"
Wen Xingluo tilted his head.
She was still thinking about how to take action against Sun Tingwei, but she didn't expect that someone would act faster than her.
After Madam Sun was helped away by her maid, Wen Xingluo stepped forward and gently tugged at Xie Jing's sleeve.
She said softly, "Swords and knives have no eyes on the training ground. Father accidentally shot Lord Sun. There's nothing we can do about it. Besides, Father's arrow wasn't fatal. Lord Sun was so frightened that he fell off his horse. Father, please don't blame yourself too much."
Xie Jing said "eh" guiltily.
When the father and daughter were leaving, they happened to run into the official who was discussing Wei Si with Sun Tingwei in the corridor.
The official seemed to realize something, and looked at the father and daughter with a complicated and horrified look.
The father and daughter stopped at the same time.
Wen Xingluo gave the official a sweet smile.
Behind her, Xie Jing was also smiling at the official.
Although they are not related by blood, the expressions of the father and daughter are exactly the same, with the same gloomy and indifferent look in their eyes, just like a lion taking his cubs out hunting.
The official shuddered, lowered his head deeply in fear, and dared not look at the father and daughter again.
That night.
While Wei Si was practicing dancing, Xie Jing brought news that two officials who had visited the mansion during the day had died. One died from a heart attack after falling off a horse, and the other died of fright in the middle of the night due to some unknown cause.
Xie Jing smiled sincerely, "It's so pitiful that these two people died young."
Wei Si stood in front of the stained glass window with her back to him.
The moonlight shone in, she was barefoot, her skirt hung down in layers, and the light gauze shawl tucked in her arms was blown by the night wind, as light and white as the moonlight.
She looked back, "Your Majesty, you don't have to do so much for me."
Xie Jing looked at her.
Time has been particularly kind to this princess from the previous dynasty; even her black hair glows in the moonlight.
He had caught a glimpse of her at first sight when he was young, but he knew in his heart that he was just a gangster from a remote area and was not worthy of her of noble birth. So after returning home, he slowly forgot about her.
As arranged by his family, he married a woman of equal social status and they later became the Prince of Zhenbei and Princess of Zhenbei.
The princess was also an excellent woman. Although she married him out of a marriage arrangement rather than out of love, she still managed the palace very well. It was a pity that she died too early, which made him depressed for more than ten years.
Throughout his life, despite his bad behavior as a cockfighting runner, ignorant of poetry and books, he still climbed to the high position of a prince by virtue of his military achievements in fighting against border countries.
He has many descendants and is rich and famous.
However, his marriage was not going well.
He said solemnly, "I wanted to do it myself."
The moonlight is bright.
The woman, shrouded in moonlight, stands in the wind with an ethereal appearance.
She whispered, "But I don't like you. Your Majesty, I've been through so much since my country was destroyed and my family was ruined. I will never fall in love with another man in my life."
Xie Jing's eyes were filled with sadness, but he still insisted: "Being nice to you is my own will... Whether you like me or not, it doesn't affect my being nice to you. Anyway, I like you, that's all."
Wei Si sighed, "I will return to the capital sooner or later."
Xie Jing was not surprised by her choice.
Parents, brothers and sisters-in-law were all killed. Who can swallow such a blood feud!
He thought for a moment, then suddenly stepped forward, shook Wei Si's hand, and said firmly, "Isn't it just revenge? I'll help you! Damn it, I'll rebel against the court tomorrow!"
Wei Si shook her head slowly but firmly. "Thanks to the prince's favor, I have been given a place to stay for the past two years. However, Wei Si is alone and has nothing to repay the prince. Therefore, I cannot accept a more valuable gift from the prince."
War means death.
From princes to common people, at the most brutal time, blood flowed like a river and nine out of ten houses were empty.
Wei Si didn't want to be the fuse of war.
She pulled her hand away and took a few steps toward the window.
It was like the moon that Xie Jing couldn't hold in his palm.
Xie Jing's face was filled with loss, like an abandoned dog, "Si Si..."
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Gold Courtyard.
Wei Ying held up her face, "The King of Zhenbei actually killed that guy surnamed Sun for my aunt. It seems that he loves my aunt very much. Cousin, do you think we can use the King of Zhenbei——"
"No." Wen Xingluo interrupted her while organizing his pens, ink, paper and inkstone.
"Why?" Wei Ying asked, "By leveraging the enemy's strength, utilizing everything around us, we can reap the benefits. Wouldn't that be great? Those princes whose kingdoms were destroyed and whose families were ruined all traveled to other countries to borrow troops and restore their kingdoms. All we have to do is promise them certain benefits and that's it."
"Cousin, if you want to borrow troops from other princes, I have no objection, but it can't be the King of Zhenbei." Wen Xingluo stood up and said, "I'm going to bed. Please move aside, cousin."
"Womanly kindness!"
Wei Ying stepped out of the door dissatisfied.
Wen Xingluo lay down on the couch.
The night is as cool as water, and the light is as dim as a bean.
She accepted her cousin to stay with her, but never thought of participating in her plan to restore the country.
Perhaps she was betrayed by her father and brother in her previous life, so in this life, she just wanted to be with her family and loved ones, and enjoy the joy of reunion with her family.
But……
Whether it was Xie Guanlan's conspiracy to rebel or Wei Ying's plan to restore the country, she was involved and had to be pushed forward by the current situation.
Wen Xingluo felt a little sad and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.
She dreamed of the past.
In the dream, she was only six or seven years old.
Her father and brother took her and Wen Yueyin to the mountains to play. She was ordered to pick wild fruits. When she came back with a bag of berries, her father, brother and sister had already gone down the mountain.
She didn't know the way home, so she sat alone under a tree and cried for a long time.
Until an older brother passed by and asked her why she was crying.
Childhood memories are so distant that she can no longer remember what that older brother looked like.
In the dream, I vaguely remembered that he seemed to be wearing a scarlet robe.
The mountain flowers are in full bloom.
The dream turned page after page, and she saw a young man in a black brocade robe with a dragon pattern sitting in the Laojun Pavilion on Qingcheng Mountain. Under the gaze of the Laojun statue, he carved on the bamboo sticks stroke by stroke.
But Wen Xingluo couldn't see his face clearly.
You can't see the words on the bamboo sticks either.
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