The saying that a long-term illness makes a good doctor is well-founded, and Zhong Qingye is a figure who crawled out of the dead. With the combination of the two parties, it is not a difficult problem to get rid of Qi Mu's current situation.【】
In fact, it was not just her, Fu Yan, Qi Mo and Qi Yu also knew very well that Qi Mu's expression was too decadent, his face was pale and there was a layer of gray death, making the whole person look like a dying man.
The old man, the weak atmosphere seemed to be a trace of tour, the slightly heavy wind could break him.
When it's all the time when the oil is exhausted, what else he wants to do?
Qi Mu obviously didn't have the energy to tell her, and Fu Yan's expression didn't bother to answer her questions at all. Zhong Qing and Ye Nai had no choice but to follow the two of them with Qi Mo and Qi Yu out of Qianheju, far away.
Walking far towards the backyard.
In the backyard, only the rolling soil was seen last year, but now there are many plants planted with large leaves and short bodies. They seem to be some crops that have never been seen before. As Zhong Qingye walked and looked around, he overheard Qi Yu
He sighed softly next to him.
He sighed so softly that Zhong Qingye almost wondered if he had heard wrongly. When he turned around, he could only see that his eyes were lingering on those plants, and the expression in his eyes was so complicated that he could not tell what his emotions were.
After passing through Xiaoyuanzi, Zhong Qingye raised his head. When he saw the two shiny graves on Xiao Po, not far away, he suddenly understood what Qi Mu wanted to do.
It's still the same Ying Tomb, with a pile of loess piled high, and the surrounding slopes are green and tender, but the loess on the tomb is clean, without any plant growth. A cup of loess standing in the green full of vitality looks more and more desolate and decadent.
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In front of Ying's grave is a tombstone made of ordinary stone. On the tombstone are names and dates of birth and death. Only a clear and beautiful lotus flower is engraved on it, revealing a friendship that only those who have told the story can understand.
Zhong Qingye frowned slightly and subconsciously turned to another tomb ten meters away. It was no different from Miss Lian's grave. There were no plants growing on the loess. It stood there alone. Compared with Miss Lian's grave surrounded by people,
The grave looks more and more sad.
It was the biological mother of Qi Mo and Lian Lian, the grave of Hu's Hu family.
Does Qi Mo know this? Does he know that his mother is buried ten meters away from him?
Zhong Qingye thought so, and turned around to go to Qi Mo, only to see Qi Mo's eyes were heavy, with grief and complexity that she had never seen before, and it was not easy to find, and he was motionless holding the lotus on the tombstone of Miss Lian.
, as if he didn't notice her gaze at all, and didn't even know that his biological mother was buried beside him.
Zhong Qingye's heart twitched slightly. He couldn't explain what he felt, but he just felt uncomfortable.
Qi Mo's gaze was too profound. Although she knew that anyone who could accept this gaze had turned into a pile of dust, she also knew that she should not have such uncomfortable emotions. After all, she was buried under the loess in front of her.
's sister.
However, if the heart could be controlled by oneself, how could she, Qi Mo, Qi Mu, Miss Lian, and even Concubine Xian Hu get to where they are today?
Zhong Qingye opened his lips slightly, let out a breath quietly, and shook Qi Mo's hand on his waist calmly. Qi Mo still didn't turn his head to her, but his hand moved in the air.
Hold on tight.
"Brother." Qi Yu's voice suddenly sounded from the side. Zhong Qingye turned his head and realized that there was a lotus flower on his hand.
The lotus blooms just right, with slender rhizomes and huge flowers. The pink petals are soft and charming, blooming layer by layer, with a clear and charming fragrance spreading. The petals are either pink or white, and are surrounded by golden stamens.
Its beauty makes people feel holy, and Duanduan is a plant that can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Qi Yu handed the lotus flower to Qi Mu. The moment he saw the lotus flower, Qi Mu's cloudy and obscure eyes brightened a lot. He raised his trembling hand and took the lotus flower from Qi Yu's hand. He looked so cautiously.
The heart is aching.
He stroked those delicate petals one by one, spending almost all his life's care and love. The cracked skin, which was almost bleeding, looked more and more old and ugly against the backdrop of the soft and tender petals.
Qi Mu seemed to feel it, and instinctively shrank his hands into his clothes, as if what he was facing was not a lotus, but a living person, and he didn't want that person to see his decadent and terrifying appearance.
Fu Yan couldn't stand anymore, so he walked sideways to him, knelt on the ground and wanted to take the lotus from his hand, "Your Majesty, let me do this."
He would only call himself a slave when in front of Qi Mu. As he said, if one person does not serve two masters, his life has already been linked to Qi Mu's.
Qi Mu shook his head with difficulty and said softly: "She doesn't like others touching her lotus."
Fu Yan was speechless, his fingers dropped, he hesitated for a while before he slowly responded, stood up from the ground, and stood behind him in an orderly manner.
Qi Yu lowered his head, his expression unclear, while Qi Mo's face was as cold as ice from beginning to end.
Zhong Qingye frowned, pulled Qi Mo's hand away, walked slowly to Qi Mu, reached out and took the lotus flower from his fingers, and said lightly: "Since Miss Lian doesn't like others touching her,
Hua, aren’t you also someone else?”
The beautiful flower was held by Zhong Qingye on her fingernails. It was soft and fair against the skin. It was equally light and moving, and its beauty was incomparable.
Fu Yan's face became angry, he stepped forward and lowered his voice angrily: "Princess Rui, what are you talking about? Of course the other people Miss Lian mentioned does not include the emperor!"
"Really?" Zhong Qingye chuckled. The green lotus flower rotated slightly on her fingertips for a few minutes. The water droplets that had not yet fallen on the petals floated out sparsely and fell on her black hair, shining like a crystal.
Crystal. "Whether it is yes or no, I think Qi Mu will know better than me."
Fu Yan's face became even angrier. He was about to speak, but Qi Mu said without warning, "Fu Yan, go down."
Fu Yan was stunned and immediately became anxious: "Your Majesty..."
"Go down." Qi Mu didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and interrupted without hesitation. Although his voice was weak, his tone did not allow for resistance. Only at this time did he gain some of the domineering power he had as an emperor in the past.
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Fu Yan looked hesitant and hesitated for a while, but still did not dare to disobey Qi Mu's order. He reluctantly agreed and gave Zhong Qingye a cold look as if to warn him before turning his head.
Walk down the hillside.
Qi Mu was sitting on a wooden wheelchair, leaning his head sideways, looking very uncomfortable. His face was also ashen, and his eyes that were originally black and bright like obsidian had long lost their former look, becoming gray and bright.
It smells like death.
He looked at Zhong Qingye motionlessly. If his chest hadn't risen slightly, he would have been almost the same as a dead person. Zhong Qingye didn't move either. He followed him, wiping a smile at the corner of his mouth, which sounded like compassion or mockery.
After a while, he laughed suddenly, the laughter was extremely unpleasant, and sounded ominous like the hoarse cry of a crow, and he slowly said: "Yes, maybe for her, that other person... refers to me."
"I have fought for, hated, robbed and loved her all my life, but in the end... I was still her 'other'."
Qi Mu smiled sadly and moved his eyes away from Zhong Qingye, turning to the tombstone. His eyes were long and deep, and gradually a glimmer of light filled the air. He didn't know whether it was resentment or frustration.
Zhong Qingye glanced at Qi Mo. Qi Mo didn't see her. He just stared at the tombstone motionlessly. It seemed that from the moment he walked here, all his thoughts were absorbed by the plain and strange tombstone. Who and what
Things can no longer separate him from his emotions.
There was a sudden feeling in Zhong Qingye's heart, which forced her to think that if Miss Ruolian was not his biological sister, perhaps she would not be the one who was speaking nonsense while pregnant today.
She turned her head and lowered her eyes. The tombstone was motionless. The colorful lotus flowers on the stone surface and the delicate pink lotus flowers on her hand complemented each other. In a trance, they actually felt like they were integrated into one body.
Zhong Qingye doesn't like Miss Lian, which is almost a woman's instinct. But she can't hate this woman. She is lucky, at least she still has this moment today. But Miss Lian, her good years in 28 were ruined in
On this colorful lotus flower.
Zhong Qingye sighed softly, supported the tombstone, bent down with difficulty, inserted the lotus in his hand on the ground in front of the tombstone, and looked far away, like a piece of smoky green growing out of thin air.
She walked back to Qi Mo and reached out to hold his hand. Qi Mo came back to his senses sadly and smiled at her with difficulty. Zhong Qingye shook his head and said nothing.
Qi Mu stood in front of the tombstone in a wheelchair. She and Qi Mo stood side by side behind him, and Qi Yu stood beside him. The four of them stopped talking, but the time was getting later. Unknowingly, the sun's shadow shifted,
Head west.
Qi Mu's words showed no warning, and what he said was difficult to understand.
He suddenly said to Qi Mo, "Third brother, I'm sorry."
Zhong Qingye was stunned, instinctively thinking that he was sorry because of Miss Lian's matter, but he heard Qi Mo, who had been silent all this time, say coldly: "The grudges of the past life are none of your business and mine."
Qi Mu chuckled and said, "Zhong Qingye, aren't you resentful?"
"Resentment?" Zhong Qingye laughed and was puzzled. "Why?"
"Why?" Qi Mu seemed to think she had asked a silly question. He tried hard to turn his head towards her, but ultimately failed due to physical strength. "The man around you, your husband, the father of your unborn child,
He has hidden so many things from you, and it is even possible that he is still... like this, don't you feel resentful?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Qingye could clearly feel Qi Mo's hand holding her much tighter, tightening inch by inch, almost crushing her hand into his palm.
She calmed down and said slowly: "Qi Mu, you are still Qi Mu. Even at this time, you still don't forget to plot against others! It doesn't matter whether I resent you or not, he is already my husband, and I have us in my belly.
Two children, how long do you think my resentment can last?"
"Resentment... can last a lifetime..."
"Wrong!" Before Qi Mu finished speaking, Zhong Qingye interrupted him mercilessly. "Do you think resentment can last a lifetime? That's just because people who harbor resentment don't get enough love. Qi
Mu, do you know where you have gone wrong in your life?
"What's wrong..." Qi Mu muttered to himself, as if he had not thought about this issue at all, and seemed unwilling to think about it at all.
"The biggest mistake in your life is that you should not use love as an excuse to hurt!"
Zhong Qingye's words, word for word, beat for beat, fell heavily into Qi Mu's eardrums, and pierced deeply into his heart.
His half-closed eyes suddenly widened, his slumped and crouched body suddenly stiffened and stopped, his eardrums buzzed, his consciousness suddenly covered his eyes like smoke, and his whole mind became blank.
In a daze, he seemed to be looking at that beautiful girl in green clothes again. From the cute and charming girl when he first met her to the hysteria at the end, she had cried over and over again and questioned her with tears in her eyes.
"Qi Mu...is love an excuse that can be used to hurt someone?"
Is love an excuse that can be used to hurt someone?
Is love an excuse that can be used to hurt someone?
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Suddenly, there was only this sentence left in his mind, along with Zhong Qingye's stern scolding. She said that his biggest mistake in his life was that he should not use love as an excuse to hurt!
Is it really wrong? Is he really using love as an excuse to be hurt?
However, he was clearly working so hard in love, working so hard that his heart began to break inch by inch, working so hard that his heart was broken into pieces, but he still refused to give up...
He imprisoned her, he forced her, he threatened her...
All of this is just because of deep love.
He loved her so much, why did it end up hurting her?
Zhong Qingye saw that Qi Mu's originally stiff back collapsed inch by inch, as if a world that had been struggling to support finally began to fall apart at the beginning and the end when the final fragmentation came.
There was a crisp sound, or there was never any sound at all, it was quiet and fragmented.
Qi Mu's whole body shrank, and he fell forward with all his strength. The pulley under the wooden wheelchair began to move backward due to the force, causing him to fall down, and he fell heavily in front of Miss Lian's grave.
Qi Yu wanted to step forward and hold him, but was shocked by the haze and death that enveloped him. His whole body seemed to be stiff, unable to move at all. Together with Fu Yan, who had just rushed over, he stood still in place.
Zhong Qingye stood behind him with cold eyes, a different emotion spreading in his heart, he couldn't tell whether it was sadness or sympathy.
Qi Mu suddenly laughed out loud. The laughter in his mouth grew louder and louder, almost suppressed. His body was shaking violently. In summer, it was like dead leaves on winter branches, trembling near death.
He crawled forward, using up almost all his strength, and dug his dry fingers into the turf, bringing out the brown soil. He really wanted to walk to the grave, but his body was too weak, and even his eyes began to tremble.
He was so black that he could hardly see the world in front of him.
He finally stopped and hugged his body. His trembling became more and more severe. Zhong Qingye could no longer tell whether he was crying or laughing. The fiery sunset made his figure thin and sad.
Choke, like a wandering little beast, roaring.
The glazed tiles of the house in the distance were bright and dazzling. Qi Mu finally knelt in front of Miss Lian's grave. His face was still trembling. His face was swollen and trembling as if it would fall off at any time. His face was covered with red veins and wrinkles like ugly lines.
Worms were mottled and raging on his face, his flesh and blood were bloody, and he was as hideous as a ghost.
He tried his best to cover his cheeks, and desperate roars continued to leak out from between his fingers. His trembling body seemed to have been forced for a lifetime, and he was approaching death. In the end, it was like a broken mirror, which was shattered on the ground next to his ears.
Muddy tears flowed from Fu Yan's eyes, and he looked motionless at Qi Mu, who had completely collapsed. His knees softened and he knelt down heavily behind him.
Zhong Qingye said nothing, with a face as cold as ice. When she came, if Fu Yan hadn't repeated it over and over again in Qi Mu's ears for so many years, Qi Mu wouldn't have understood all this to where he is today.
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Love is never something that can be forced. The result of his forcing is nothing more than forcing Miss Lian to turn into earth and trap herself in a narrow circle from which she cannot escape.
I don't know how long it took, but Qi Mu seemed to gradually calm down. His body was still trembling, but the scoffing sounds that sounded like crying but not laughing gradually stopped. He raised his head, looking completely different from the way he used to sit on the throne. Zhong
Qingye seemed to hear him sigh, full of lingering and despair after washing away all the trouble.
"A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime; the exquisite country is ridiculous but the heart of a king..."
Qi Mu slowly muttered this sentence, and his raised head finally dropped down little by little. Large strings of black and red blood fell from his nostrils and lips, dripping on the green grass on the ground, facing the
The bright sunset emits a magnificent and strange luster.
Fu Yan rushed forward in fear, roaring and crying in the next second, Qi Mo pursed his lips, Qi Yu silently turned his head, without saying a word, Fu Yan's desperate crying and shouting echoed in the air, accompanied by the tombstone
The fragrance of lotus flowers is like the last rippling soul song.
Zhong Qingye was silent, and suddenly remembered the dream he had when he was unconscious at the Queen's Ceremony. The background of the dream was an extremely rare red sunset, in full swing, and the long cloud ribbons brought out by the floating clouds were like the colorful hands of a young girl.
The silk threads are bright and thrilling.
The light swayed and dyed, and the whole world was covered with a blood-red veil. She had never seen such a red sunset, it was really like the color of blood.
In the dream, she was standing on a slope, with the scenery of Qianhe sitting in the sunset behind her. A man was in front of her, with a lotus flower embroidered on his dark purple clothes. His face was surrounded by light, and his facial features were blurred and sparse.
, can only feel the overwhelming despair in the air.
Everything in that dream overlapped with the scene at this moment, and there was no deviation at all.