Shattered Glass

The carriage moved slowly in the cold wind, the snow on the road had been swept to both sides, and the wheels scattered by the wind creaked and creaked.

Yuemo in the car closed the curtain tightly for fear that the cold wind blowing in might hit Mei Li. Just after confinement, I really shouldn't go out in such cold weather.

Mili's cold hands were wet and hot with sweat, she was... very scared!

Because of the need to welcome the triumphant soldiers, Chengde is more lively and busier than usual, with the sound of firecrackers from time to time, and many people display lights and festoons everywhere in the city regardless of the cold.

When the carriage turned into the path leading to General Tuha’s other occupation, it seemed to have entered another world. Without the red light curtain, the eyes are full of cold white streamers. Yonghe has been posthumously named a first-class general of the town, and the emperor has made a special order for a grand funeral, and the memorial ceremony has been improved.

When Mei Li got out of the car outside the gate, she was excited by the black-and-white color of her eyes, her heart was like a block of ice that had been broken after freezing, stiff and numb.

Yonghe’s body has just been transported back, put in a huge coffin, and placed peacefully at the top of the mourning hall. Ying Rufujin cried and fainted several times. When Mei Li came in, she had seen her calmly sitting in front of the coffin and burning paper money. .

Mei Li thought she would rush over and beat her in an instant. She can now understand the mother's feeling of losing her child. In those days when she was always worried that the child would leave her, the fear and pain had penetrated into her bones and blood. She can understand what Ying Rufujin does to her... and she even hopes Ying Rufujin can hate her and beat her, although she also understands that she can even talk about compensation for Yonghe’s debt. Not on!

But Ying Rufujin just looked at her with blank eyes and said nothing.

When she knelt down in front of the coffin and kowped her head sadly, Mei Li burst into tears. Her sense of guilt was so strong that she despaired! She is an unforgivable person in front of Yong Hyuk!

If it wasn't for her, he could marry a daughter-in-law who satisfied and loved his parents. If it wasn't for her, this harmonious family had already taken office in Fujian and Zhejiang. He... could take his beloved wife to wander around the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, peacefully and happily. Live a lifetime.

It's all her!

His parents suffered the pain of losing their children, and he died in the cold Mongolia!

Shouldn't! So young and handsome, he shouldn't lie in this dark and cold coffin! He has just turned twenty, and his life is just about to bloom with brilliant colors! It's because of her...the only thing left for the originally happy family is grief and death!

She knelt on the cold brick floor, without the strength to get up.

Yonghe, he just left, how does he want her to face the guilt in her heart in this life? !

"Get up." Ying Rufujin's voice was almost hollow, and there was even a slight echo in the mourning hall where only the two of them were alone.

Mei Li almost fell to the ground and wept. She also knew that this look was ugly, but she had no choice but to have only this strength now. She was too painful and too desperate. She had no other choice but to cry like this before his spirit and confess her guilt like this...

"I hated you." Ying Rufujin looked at the paper money turned to ashes in the brazier, with a plain tone, "But I am also ecstatic for Yonghe's achievements in battle, and I am so proud to be a general for him. He is secretly grateful for his success and fame. If Yonghe is not dead, I am...I am..." She couldn't say anything, but smiled bitterly, "So, I don't hate you anymore. Life and death, honor and disgrace are God's will, you too Don't blame yourself too much. Young Hyuk has already gone. No one or anything makes any sense to me."

Mei Li listened in silence, surprised at Ying Rufujin's open-mindedness to death, until she said the last sentence... her favorite son was dead, and she didn't even bother to hate her.

She felt this heartbroken grief even more desperately. She apologized and committed suicide in front of Yong Heling, and it was meaningless to his parents! There is no way to make up for her fault, unless Yong Hyuk comes back to life, otherwise her grief, her apology, and her despair are meaningless.

"You..." Ying Rufujin stopped moving, a dying hope flashed through his eyes, "Can you tell me, that kid, is Yonghe's?"

Mei Li, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled like a twitch. She knew that not only Jing Xuan was suspicious, but many people were talking about it. Now, even Yonghe's mother came to her to ask her for confirmation!

She didn't speak, not because of the embarrassment of this humiliation, but because she couldn't bear to tell the truth.

Seeing her silent, Ying smiled bitterly like Fujin, and the last hope was annihilated. "Actually, I know, but I still don't give up! I wish this child belonged to Yong Hyuk..." Tears shed a faint smile, "Even if there is a hint of doubt, my own son, I know, he will be desperate. Run back to find you... Maybe, he won't die."

Mei Li's face hurts from the ice with tears. If she can really be like Ying Ru Fujin said, she would rather bear any sin, she would rather this child be Yonghe!

but……

She was completely defeated! Fate made her lose nothing! Yonghe died, Jing Xuan refused to admit the child. Ying Ru Fujin’s question made her more and more creepy. She seemed to foresee that contempt and rumors would accompany her child forever!

The servants outside the door were very hasty, probably because the guests came in too fast, and the "celebration...celebration prince auspicious..." the please peace hasn't died yet, and the tall, thin and tall figure has entered the lobby.

Ying Ru Fujin has a complicated look in her eyes, how can she not hate him? !

When Mei Li heard him kneeling down indifferently, he was just annoyed that she came to worship Yong Hyuk, beat her and scolded her, or made trouble in the mourning hall. She didn't want to care about him. How he wants to hurt her, whatever.

Jing Xuan's cloak was taken off at the door. At this time, he was only wearing a thin black brocade mourning gown. He was thin after returning from the Mongolian formation. His original white skin had turned bronze. He stood beside Mei Li and watched silently. Yonghe's coffin, his handsome face without expression, looked very resolute in the black and white dim hall.

Mei Li felt a cold wind blowing in her ears, and his exquisite clothes were a little hard from the freezing, and when she bent her body, she made a very clear rustling sound. He knelt down! Kneeled down in front of Yong Hyuk Ling? !

She was so surprised that she unconsciously fell from the top of the furnishing and had to support the ground with both hands. The cold stone bricks made her arms even more numb.

He didn't say anything, his eyes were extremely dark and dark. After three kowtows, he didn't get up, turned to Ying Ru Fujin, who was already dumbfounded, and nodded again.

Mei Li's temples were swelling to burst open, and tears rolled off her eyes. In a very short moment, she felt that he was as guilty and guilty as she was. He... must have never expected that Yong Hyuk would be martyred in the war.

After he knocked his head, he stood up sharply and decidedly, and easily lifted her paralyzed on the ground.

She staggered and was dragged out of the mourning hall by him. He stopped and let go of her arm. Without the strength of his support and drag, she swayed and almost fell.

The white snow was very dazzling against the sunlight, and it made him extremely dignified in his black suit.

He didn't look at her, "Go back!" he commanded briefly.

She was unable to respond.

He stood stiffly in the cold wind, was silent for a while, and finally half turned around and took her frozen hand, slowing down and walking outward.

What else can he do?

Knowing that she was coming, he couldn't help coming, and if he could, he wouldn't want to face Yonghe's body again for the rest of his life. No way, no way! Just like now... he can't bear to hate her, can't bear to blame her, can't take into account dignity and pride, he still wants to take her back.

"Chengyi's cemetery..." He said softly, because she could hear it clearly because of the wind. "It was chosen in the outskirts of Chengde, and Zi Qing's bones were also transported from the capital."

Her numb arms trembled.

"It's warmer, I'll take you to see them."

He actually felt sympathy for her. She was in pain because of the loss, and so did he! In the past...she and him, the happy and unhappy teenage years of Cheng Yi Ziqing, who originally thought they had faded away, are now as clear as yesterday.

Her eyes were tingling, and the two people who could not be together before death can finally sleep forever after death. Perhaps their love is continued by death. Where are she and Jingxuan?

Yes, she also remembered the past...think of the years when she chased him sweetly despite the frustration and pain.

As soon as her chest became tight, the emotions held in her heart instantly surged, she vomited, vomiting blood so red on the snow.

"Miri!" He was shocked, supporting her soft body.

The carriage returning to the palace was extremely bumpy because of its fast speed. Mei Li was held in his arms softly. She was so desperate that she even abandoned herself. Her life, her body... the suffering she has experienced, the suffering she will experience, Finally overwhelmed her, she suddenly wanted to shake her hand away selfishly like this!

She refused to think about the baby in the quilt. She was so tired that her bones were so crumbly that she could not support it.

"Miri...you can't die...don't die..." he whispered in her ear, as if to himself, he was terrified, really terrified. He wanted her to die countless times, but when she really wanted to let go, he knew... he couldn't let her go!

Yonghe is gone, he doesn't even have the capital to threaten her!

As long as she doesn't give up, who is she thinking about, her indifference, her resentment... he admits it, and he bears it!

That mouthful of blood, the mouthful of blood that spewed from her pale body, splashed into his heart! He didn't know, when she was already stuck so deep in his heart. She is dead, and he will no longer be the arrogant and indifferent Prince Qing.

"You are dead, that kid... I will personally send him down to accompany you."

He was cold and cruel, only he himself knew how helpless and sad it was to play all the cards... As long as she didn't let go, no matter what she didn't let go... it would be good!

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