Chapter 530 Lone Goose
Yun Chen didn’t know what was wrong with him recently, he was always dreaming.
In her dreams, there was always a voice similar to her own, shouting and calling for killing and fighting every day, and like a monster, demanding to eat meat and drink blood.
No sooner had Yun Chen fallen asleep than the voice came out again, making a fuss and not letting her sleep well, saying over and over again:
"Idiot! Why didn't you let Huo Gannian know that you were poisoned and tell him to kill a thousand boys and girls to save you? He's the emperor, the whole world belongs to him, what are a few commoners?"
"Hey, we're all going to die anyway, why give Zhuang Ji the advantage and leave the man to her? Kill her and take someone with you to die with! If you ask me, kill them all! You become the emperor! From now on, I can eat as many people as I want, and I guarantee you'll be better at making human soup than the Black Scale Cavalry! How cool!"
"Look at you, you weakling! Otherwise, the Soul Devouring Pill would only poison you and not me. Even the Soul Devouring Pill knows you're too weak! Hurt, hurt! I'll poison you to death! This body is mine!"
"Huo Gannian is a meticulous person. The palace is so tight, you can't escape easily. Anyone who helps you must have something fishy to do, except Zhuang Ji. She is your rival in love, and she only wishes you bad things, even death. Hehe, she has the same thoughts as me."
The voice kept chattering in Yun Chen's ears.
As a result, Yun Chen felt even more groggy when he woke up.
I slept until the afternoon.
Her nose woke up first, smelling the aroma of braised lion's head, then stewed lamb, and sweet and sour fish...
Her stomach growled, so she stood up and walked outside, where she saw a table full of delicious dishes, all kept warm in soup bowls.
Huo Gannian was sitting at the table reading memorials, with three piles of papers he had already read.
Seeing Yun Chen coming out, he blinked and smiled gently:
"You must be hungry. Come and eat."
So, with her messy hair that hadn't been washed for two days and two nights, she slowly sat down opposite him.
When Runhe came to serve her food, he noticed her "trendy hairstyle" and was so scared that he shuddered and looked at her with disgust.
Yun Chen hadn't seen Run He for a long time, and suddenly he had some bad thoughts about teasing him.
Runhe brought her a piece of lamb chop, but she said it was too tough. He then scooped her a spoonful of egg custard, but she said it was too tender. She repeated this four or five times, and Runhe was so angry that she glared and cursed with her eyes, just like when she was a guard in the Huo Gang.
This familiar feeling made Yun Chen feel relaxed and a little happy. When he was busy "bullying" Runhe, someone seemed to be unable to stand this "flirting" and said unhappily, "I'll do it", then took the long chopsticks from Runhe's hand and picked up a chopstick of sweet and sour fish.
Runhe immediately stepped aside tactfully and gave up the job of serving the dishes.
Huo Gannian picked the sweet and sour fish into his own plate first, removed the fish bones one by one, peeled off the caramelized fish skin that Yun Chen didn't like to eat, and then put it into her bowl.
Yun Chen lowered his head and ate his meal in silence. He had a hint of a smile on his face when he was competing with Runhe in emoticons just now, but now it was all gone in an instant.
Every time Huo Gannian picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and put it into her bowl, she lowered her head a little, obviously trying to avoid him.
Later, when he saw her head almost buried in the bowl, he finally gave up helplessly and said in a pleading tone:
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."
Yun Chen then slowly straightened up, still without saying a word. He silently finished the rice in the bowl, wiped his mouth, and went back to the dormitory.
Huo Gannian's chopsticks that were holding the food hovered in mid-air. He suddenly lost his appetite and waved his hand gently, signaling that the food should be removed.
In the inner bedroom, Yun Chen sat on the couch, listening to the sound of palace servants clearing away dishes, chopsticks, tables and chairs.
She thought Huo Gannian should leave after dinner.
Unexpectedly, he just sat there motionless on the chair, showing no intention of leaving at all, and continued to read the memorial documents.
He called Lu Liang to get all the remaining memorials in the imperial study. Lu Liang directly moved the desk, imperial brush, ink and all the remaining memorials over.
He also brought a single bed with pillows, bedding and other items.
It was obvious that Huo Gannian planned to stay here overnight.
Yun Chen suddenly became nervous and watched Lu Liang busying around anxiously.
Lu Liang placed the single couch in the middle of the outer hall, looked up at Huo Gannian's slightly narrowed eyes, and immediately moved the couch two steps towards Yun Chen's bedroom.
When he looked up again, Huo Gannian still had a cold and narrow look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone. Lu Liang had no choice but to move the single bed closer.
Just like that, step by step, the single couch was moved to the door of Yun Chen's bedroom.
Just as Lu Liang was about to steel himself, pick up the couch, step over the threshold, and place it directly next to Yun Chen's bed, he met Yun Chen's eyes, his hair standing on end and ready to attack.
Lu Liang could only stop and look at Huo Gannian for help. After the latter nodded reluctantly, Lu Liang put down the couch with a sense of relief and began to make the bed.
After everything was settled, Lu Liang, Runhe and the palace maids left one after another.
This palace, which was closest to the Qinzheng Palace, gradually became quiet. Apart from the sound of Huo Gannian turning the pages of the memorial book and the rustling sound of him writing and drawing with the imperial brush, the only sound was the beating of Yun Chen's heart.
She couldn't understand what Huo Gannian meant. Was he coming here to study as if it were the library?
She sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what he meant, when she suddenly heard him put down the memorial and the imperial brush and walk towards her bedroom.
This frightened her so much that she jumped up from the couch, rushed to the door and slammed it shut.
The door was buzzing from the vibrations of her great force, and the force hit him in the face, startling him. He wiped the dust off his nose, sighed, and lay down on the couch next to the door.
The two of them were lying on the couch, one in the inner room and the other in the outer room, both looking at the ceiling of the hall with their eyes open. They didn't say anything, but it seemed as if thousands of words were entangled in the air.
Yun Chen knew that her Anian was a person who never regretted his moves.
A man who can control the life and death of the world and influence the fate of the Three Kingdoms should have the confidence to never regret his moves.
Just like when he lied to her about the plum blossom breaking the moon, even though the cruel truth was now laid out before her, he still didn't say a word of regret.
But Huo Gannian didn't understand why Yun Chen could forgive Yan Lang, Duan Jie, Fu Lin, Rong Yi, Rong Jiang... and even let go of Zhuang Ji, but always immediately put away all smiles when facing him, and returned to that heavy body, but couldn't forgive him?
Yun Chen didn't understand this question at first.
Until Zhuang Ji begged her to leave the palace and give up her place by his side.
Yun Chen finally got the answer:
Because I love you the most, it is the hardest to forgive.
Love is engraved into the bones and remembered in the heart. Pain will follow the same path and penetrate deep into the bones and blood. Even the most trivial things will be unforgettable.
"Chen'er, I'm sorry."
After the entire temple was silent for a long time and it was almost dark, he suddenly said this in a low voice.
Hearing Yun Chen's lack of response, his throat tightened again, and he added in a low voice:
"Tomorrow, can you hold my hand?"
Sure, Anian.
She said this in her heart.
I also want to say, Anian, actually hating you is harder than loving you.
It’s not that I don’t want to see you or hold your hand.
I am afraid that I will become soft-hearted at first sight, and will forget everything at just one touch.
As she thought about these words, her tears gradually wet the pillow.
For a moment, she really wanted to rush over, open the fragile door, throw herself into his arms and cry, beat him hard, scold him, make a big fuss about him, and turn the past over and start all over again.
But she only had forty days left, and there were only three days left before his coronation ceremony and the day she would leave.
Rather than dying in his arms and letting him be unable to get over the sadness for the rest of his life, it would be better for him to think that she hated and resented him.
That way, when you learn of her death in the future, you will cry less.
Ah Nian...I can't use death to avenge you...
She gently opened her mouth, wanting to call out his name, but a familiar and dreaded pain slowly rose up at this moment. Soon the pain made her tremble all over. She curled up tightly in her arms, hugging the quilt, biting the corner of the quilt tightly, not daring to make a sound.
When the pain was at its worst, cold sweat soaked the quilt and she couldn't help but let out low moans that sounded as painful as sobbing.
Behind the door, Huo Gannian never pushed it open.
The bolt was not stuck, and the door opened with a slight push. She was struggling in agony.
Just when Yun Chen was dizzy and sweating from the pain and almost losing consciousness.
Suddenly, a sound of a pipa string came from outside, briefly bringing her back from the great pain.
It seemed like Huo Gannian was sitting at the door and started playing the pipa.
He plucked the strings of the zither, and the song she loved most was "Spring River Moon Night".
But she seemed to have another illusion. She actually heard the sound of the piano with an indescribable low and sad tone, and every sound was like crying and complaining, like a widowed goose vomiting blood and crying sadly.
Mixed in with it was a low sob that was almost uncontrollable, and the sound of nasal flaring.
"Chen'er, does it sound good? If you like it, I'll play another song."
He said this in a heavily nasal voice, and then the piano music started again.
All night long, song after song.
He played for as long as her soul-devouring pill lasted.
The sound of the pipa finally stopped until the poison attack was completely over and she fainted on the couch and lay motionless.
Outside the door, he slowly put down the pipa and numbly twisted the blood that oozed from his fingertips. His eyes trembled, his throat rolled desperately, and he finally swallowed the suppressed sob.
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