Zhou Ling saw Gu Yan in the secret liaison between the Zhou family.
At the end of the long corridor, he stood in front of a yellowed hanging painting, holding an emerald hairpin in his hand and muttering to himself.
Zhou Ling broke in and asked, "Why did you do this?"
Gu Yan turned his head and said with a pleased look on his face: "Seventh Master, after all, he cares about our master and servant and doesn't kill me with a knife from behind."
Zhou Ling was very angry. He said to Gu Yan: "Wang Xiu is innocent, and there is a child in her belly. She shouldn't end up like this?"
Gu Yan sneered and asked: "What will happen?"
Zhou Ling turned blue with anger and did not continue.
When Gu Yan saw this, he said: "She has such high medical skills, will she let herself get into trouble? On the contrary, it is Master Qi. They know that Master Qi is the most innocent, but who can sympathize with Master Qi?"
Zhou Ling roared: "I don't need sympathy!"
Gu Yan nodded and said, "I know Master Qi doesn't need it and will never allow himself to end up like that. But has Master Qi ever thought about whether they would let you go even if you really want to settle the matter?"
"The prince is young now, and the emperor does not have a queen in the palace. Who knows what will happen in three years, five years... what will happen?"
Zhou Ling said coldly: "You don't have to worry about that. You go back to Tongzhou now, and I will pretend that nothing happened."
Gu Yan smiled and shook his head.
He said to Zhou Ling: "You haven't seen your mother's portrait yet. Take a good look at this painting... I'm going to take it away."
After he finished speaking, he stepped aside slightly so that Zhou Ling could see more clearly.
The painting is a picture of a beautiful woman. It has been there for many years, and the scroll is very worn. It shows that someone has often opened it and looked at it.
The person in the painting wears her hair in a girl's bun and wears a gentle pink dress. She has exquisite facial features and beautiful appearance. She is a rare beauty.
"She likes me, but the Guo family treats her as a pawn, and her love is insignificant compared to the interests of the family."
Gu Yan said, as if he was lost in memories, his eyes became much gentler.
Zhou Ling took one look and then looked away. The woman in the scroll was stranger than a stranger to him, and he could not concrete her face.
Because he is worried that in the near future, there will be a specific face in his nightmares.
But at this moment, Gu Yan said: "Don't look at it vaguely. In this life, whether you hate it or love it, you must clearly understand that this is the last thing I teach you."
"Ling'er... do you know why I gave you this name? Because from the moment I saw you, I wanted to take you to meet her."
"I have never thought about the throne or the future. Do you believe it?"
Gu Yan's voice suddenly became choked with sobs, filled with uncontrollable pain.
Zhou Ling looked over in panic and saw that he suddenly vomited blood, as if he had taken poison.
Zhou Ling quickly supported him and said in shock: "Have you taken poison?"
Gu Yan smiled, blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth and he couldn't stop it.
Zhou Ling hurriedly searched his body in an attempt to find the antidote. In the end, he found a bottle, but Gu Yan held his hand and said slowly: "The poison I took has no antidote. You
Don’t bother. The old man asked me to give this medicine to you before he died. He said that if you feel that your fate is unfair and you can choose again, I hope you will cherish this opportunity."
When Gu Yan mentioned Mr. Zhou, Zhou Ling paused instantly. A surge of sadness rushed into his heart, and countless memories pulled him back to his childhood. At that time, he was full of resentment, unwillingness and humiliation.
He has been shrouded in that kind of emotion for many years, like a shadow that cannot be dispelled. Of course, he longs to dispel it and live in the light for the rest of his life.
Zhou Ling squeezed the bottle tightly and didn't say another word.
Gu Yan's eyes fell on the scroll, but his hand clasped Zhou Ling's hand tightly and said: "You don't want to be subordinate to others, and you don't want to live in suspicion. Even if you can bear it now, change it to someone else."
You won't tolerate it if someone becomes the emperor, or instigates others to deal with you in the future."
"So let me make some decisions for you. When they come to attack you, you will know what choice you will make."
"Master Qi, I know you too well. Showing weakness and forbearance is only temporary, so I took it upon myself to clear your roadblocks."
Zhou Ling's pupils tightened and he asked hurriedly: "What did you do?"
Gu Yan smiled and said happily: "I asked Xiujun to try to kill Lu Yunhong and his son. In this way, no matter what the seventh master chooses, the road will be smoother than now, and I will die without regrets."
Zhou Ling held the medicine bottle tightly, and then he realized that Gu Yan had forced him to make a decision with a death wish from the beginning. What Gu Yan wanted was never to be a powerful minister, nor to be the emperor's staff.
What he wanted from the beginning to the end was to fight and become a king who would never be influenced or doubted by others.
Zhou Ling was silent, his heart seemed to be burned by fire.
Gu Yan was dying, but his eyes were filled with tenderness and tenderness.
He closed his eyes, as if seeing an old friend reunited after a long separation, and said with a smile: "So what if you really become the queen? I shouldn't have let you choose in the first place."
As soon as he finished speaking, his hand dropped and could not be raised again. The jade hairpin in his hand also fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Zhou Ling picked it up and put it back into Gu Yan's hand.
After doing this, he looked up at the painting, preparing to imprint it deeply in his mind.
Whether you hate it or like it, face it head-on. Will it make it clearer how you want to live?
Zhou Ling took a deep breath, his heart twisted into a ball, and the pain almost made him suffocate.