Chapter 179 The pain of mutual torture Nalan Zhenqi spent a whole day digging a grave for Yue Ya with his own hands, and he refused no matter who offered help. The moment Nalan Zhenqi put Yue Ya into the coffin, he felt that his whole heart
My heart is broken together. I once wanted to give you a warm home, but I didn’t expect that all I can give you now is this cold grave.
Qiao Shuang'er couldn't help but feel distressed when she saw Nalan Zhenqi, who had lost a lot of weight in a day. She stepped forward and walked to Nalan Zhenqi's side, "It's time for Zhenqi to close the coffin."
"Let me see her more." Nalan Zhenqi leaned over and touched Yue Ya's face, stroking gently as if he wanted to carve Yue Ya's appearance into his mind bit by bit, so that when he misses her in the future
You can take it out and take a look.
Nalan Zhenqi was not surprised when he caught a glimpse of a black flame mark on Yueyue's neck. He touched the mark with his hand and it felt like it was there since birth. "Why didn't I notice it before?"
You still have some marks here, Yueya, are you telling me to look for you based on this mark in the future?"
People standing in front of the tomb looked at the mark on Yueya's neck in surprise and felt strange. They had never seen it before. Could it be that Yueya really left it as a memorial for Zhenqi to find her?
Nalan Qingyi also walked up to Nalan Zhenqi and patted his shoulder, "The Zhenqi hour has come and it's time to close the coffin."
A drop of tear fell on Yue Ya's cheek, which was Nalan Zhenqi's reluctance and helplessness. He leaned down and placed his lips on Yue Ya's cold lips, feeling the pain in his heart, "Don't leave me." In one sentence.
Nalan Zhenqi shed all his tears. He hugged Yue Ya tightly and shouted like crazy, "Don't leave me, please, please stay by my side, okay? I won't make you angry again."
I won’t keep you anymore, I won’t make you sad again. Just give me another chance. I will definitely do a hundred times better than now. I just ask you to wake up.”
Seeing Nalan Zhenqi's heartbroken look, Nalan Zhijin and Bu Xiguo both lowered their heads and shed tears. Nalan Zhijin knew that he was still too young and didn't understand what feelings were, and they didn't know why Yue Ya's departure could make people feel sad.
Brother Qi is in such pain, but he remembers that his master once killed his mother in front of him. Master, why, haven't you always cared about us? You can even sacrifice your own life for us, why do you want to kill us in the end?
People close to you.
Nalan Qingyi helplessly stepped forward to help Nalan Zhenqi, "Let her go, Zhenqi, let her go in peace, okay? She has left. She hopes you live well."
Nalan Qingyi forcibly separated Nalan Zhenqi, and then said to the servant beside him, "Lid the coffin."
The servants lifted the coffin lid together and dropped it on the coffin. Nalan Zhenqi watched helplessly as the nails were hammered into the coffin. From now on, this woman no longer existed in his life, and those beautiful memories were still there.
It exists in my mind little by little.
Nalan Qingyi took Nalan Zhenqi out of the tomb so that the servant could backfill the soil. Nalan Zhenqi leaned on Nalan Qingyi weakly. All the strength in Nalan Qingyi's body seemed to have been taken away, and the happiness in life seemed to
Gone with the wind, I suddenly felt so tired, so tired that I didn't want to understand the truth of the matter. I was too tired to ask again why the person closest to me killed the woman I loved most. I felt this body...
It seems that what the heart can bear has reached its limit.
Nalan Qingyi looked at Nalan Zhenqi, who was expressionless and no longer crying, and became even more worried, "Zhenqi, what's wrong with you?"
"Brother, I'm so tired, I want to rest." Nalan Zhenqi smiled slowly, then closed his eyes and fainted.
Jing Yirong, who had been several meters away from Nalan Zhenqi the whole day, immediately approached Nalan Zhenqi with a worried look on his face, "What's wrong with him?"
"Don't worry, he just fainted." Nalan Qingyi comforted him.
After returning to the Taifu's Mansion, according to the doctor's words, Nalan Zhenqi fainted due to excessive grief, and it was nothing serious. Jing Yirong stayed by Nalan Zhenqi's side every step of the way.
He wiped away the tears that flowed from the corners of his eyes in his dream, and wiped the dirt from his hands.
"This should be the last time you let me stay by your side so quietly." Jing Yirong said to himself, "Zhenqi, what will you do to me when you wake up? Like Zhijin, you will stay with me for revenge.
Are you learning martial arts from me? Or do you want to kill me now?"
Xiao Yan walked into the room holding the cooked medicine, "Master, the medicine is ready."
"Put it aside first. The doctor said he will wake up in a while. I have to leave before he wakes up." Jing Yirong's thin words were filled with mockery. He raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan with doubtful eyes and smiled bitterly, "I
I know you have many questions to ask me now, but I won’t answer any of your questions. What happened is what you see. I killed Yue Ya with my own hands. I didn’t want you to see me, but I didn’t expect you all to see it."
"Master, what is your reason?" Xiao Yan asked puzzledly.
Jing Yirong looked at Xiao Yan expressionlessly, "How did you know that I must have some difficulties?"
"From the beginning, the master disdained to kill Yue Ya. Later, it was because of Zhenqi that he slowly changed his attitude towards Yue Ya. When we were at Yujian Villa, the master could even hand over the Yumo Sword to save Yue Ya for Zhenqi. Now it makes no sense what he would do
He suddenly killed Yue Ya for no reason. Master, will you tell us the truth?" Xiao Yan is still the loyal Xiao Yan who always stands by Jing Yirong's side and will always find reasons and excuses for anything Jing Yirong does.
Or for analysis and judgment.
Jing Yirong stood up and patted Xiao Yan gently, but did not answer Xiao Yan's question. He only ordered softly, "Zhenqi is about to wake up. He probably doesn't want to see me. When he wakes up, you feed him some medicine."
Xiao Yan stared at Jing Yirong's thin back, Master, you can pretend not to care about anything, but your worry for Zhenqi is enough to prove everything, why not give yourself and Zhenqi a chance to make him hate you.
Qiao Shuang'er has been rushing to the Taifu's house every day these days. Although Nalan Zhenqi is not seriously ill, he has been ill for many days. Even though Qiao Shuang'er doesn't want to hurt Bu Chenche again, she can't leave Nalan Zhenqi behind.
Lan Zhenqi ignored him.
Jing Yirong sat in a pavilion not far from Nalan Zhenqi and watched the servants go in and out of the room that she could not enter now. Qiao Shuang'er appeared on the corridor again. Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Qiao Shuang.
Er unexpectedly said, "Qiao Shuang'er, the distance you walk back and forth to the Tutor's Mansion now is the distance between you and Bu Chenche in the future. Once these distances are widened, they will not be easily filled."
Qiao Shuang'er stopped and said, "Jing Yirong, I don't know why you killed Yue Ya. I just want to tell you that each of us is accompanying Zhenqi for you now. Whether you like it or not, the current situation is
You caused it."
"I only killed Yue Ya. The distance between you and Bu Chenche was not caused by this. Don't pour such dirty water on me." Jing Yirong replied calmly.
Qiao Shuang'er's original good temper that wanted to be extremely controlled also disappeared because of Jing Yirong's attitude, "Jing Yirong, I'm not discussing the matter between Bu Chenche and me right now! You should go in and take a look.
Looking at Nalan Zhenqi sitting on the bed without eating or drinking, you should see that Nalan Zhenqi has become inhuman after being tortured by you. He is refusing to live now, do you know why? It’s not just because
Yue Ya died because the person who killed Yue Ya was the master he cared about, and he treated him like a family member."
Jing Yirong's eyes flashed and he lowered his head, "A man who can't even bear this kind of pain is just a waste in life."
"You!" Qiao Shuang'er stared at Jing Yirong with wide eyes in disbelief. She didn't expect that she could still say such cruel words now, "Jing Yirong, it turned out that I was wrong about you all along. You
He is indeed as ruthless as the rumors say.”
Jing Yirong raised his head and the pain in his eyes had disappeared, "You should have known that I am cruel and cold when you first saw me."
Qiao Shuang'er stared at Jing Yirong's calm face, but did not ignore the sadness hidden in her eyes. Why has the cold-blooded Jing Yirong frowned so ugly these days? What is the current situation?
Who is hurting whom? Qiao Shuang'er sighed helplessly.
After Qiao Shuang'er left, Jing Yirong unconsciously held the teacup on the stone table in her hand. She was obviously thirsty and wanted to drink a glass of water, but she used too much strength. The teacup was crushed in her hands for some reason, and the fragments scratched her white skin.
Blood flowed out freely from the palm of his hand. Jing Yirong looked at it blankly but couldn't feel any pain. Was she also sick?
In the room, Nalan Zhenqi was sitting on the bed with empty eyes. His face, which had not eaten a grain of rice for several days, had become much thinner, and his eyes no longer had the luster of the past. He knew that there would be someone by his side every day, and in the crowd
But there was no sign of her.
Why didn't you come and explain to him, why didn't you tell him that she had unlucky reasons for killing Yue Ya? No matter what kind of difficulties she said, he would definitely be willing to believe her, so why not just treat it as a lie?
Nalan Zhenqi's expectations were shattered while waiting again and again. She killed the woman he wanted to marry in the future in front of her, and then without a word of explanation. The whole thing didn't seem to have any impact on her, Master
Am I dreaming or do you really not care about me that much?
Nalan Zhenqi sat motionless. He really didn't want to think about the reason anymore. He was so tired that he wanted to rest. He wanted to sleep like Crescent Moon and never wake up. This was the second time in his life that he felt
Life is worse than death. The first time was when my mother passed away, and the second time is now.
The tears have long since dried up, and he is so paralyzed that he no longer has consciousness. No matter what it is, there is no way to attract his attention again, and survival is nothing but pain.
Nalan Qingyi put down the soup and porridge in his hand. Nalan Zhenqi's negative look worried him. As he walked far away from the window, he saw figures appearing in the pavilion for several days. One was waiting for an explanation, and the other was dead.
I don’t want to explain why your stubbornness is so similar. Is it because we are master and disciple?
I went to the pavilion every day but couldn't take a step forward. I searched for her in the crowd but didn't say a word. The end result was just torturing each other. When will this pain disappear?
Yi Rong, you are pushing away Zhenqi, who you regard as family, do you know? You will never be able to go back to those intimate days. It's not that Zhenqi didn't give you a chance, it's that you didn't give yourself a chance.
Jing Yirong bandaged the wound casually. According to Nalan Zhenqi's condition, his body would not be able to survive in a few days. Since he kept asking for her explanation, she would give him an explanation. Zhenqi, I want to keep you by my side.
Stay a few more days, but now you let me push you away with my own hands. You can hate me and blame me, but just don't leave me, okay? I would rather you make the same choice as Zhijin, I would rather you be around to torture me.
I don’t want you to choose to leave me. You are my family. Is there ever a time when family members have no choice but to separate?