MTL - Rescuing the Supporting Character-Chapter 164 The fate of the fate of the reincarnation

The capital of December ushered in the first snow this winter. Wen Ru is sitting in the carriage, wrapped in the mysterious fox fur, still can feel the chill.

She knows that this is not just because the weather is getting cold.

The condition of the female emperor has become more and more serious, and it has not been able to support it for a few days. Nowadays, it is based on the precious herbs of the inner court. I remembered a time before the time when the female emperor woke up to see her, the murky tears in her eyes, and she couldn’t help but look back at the tall palace wall.

At the end of the broad official road, the words on the wall with a few deep gold sheets are bleak in the snow. The distant green mountains and green mountains melted into the background of the ink color. Only the sergeant's flaming armor on both sides of the palace door appeared in the snow of the sky, as if it were the last strong color.

If Wen is not the first to experience death, she always thinks that one day she will get used to this impermanence.

On that day, maybe she won't be so sad again. However, when the dying female emperor tried her best to put her and the daughter's hands together... Wen Ruru finally couldn't bear to take out her own hands.

She could hear how much remorse and how much self-blame contained in Wen Qingning's crying cry. If Wen is interested in helping her, she is already unable to do so.

After all, she is going to leave the world... but what should Su Xiaochen do?

The wheels rolled, smashing through the mud and snow, passing through the cold and clear streets, passing through a long quiet forest road, and finally docked in front of the imperial palace.

"The master, arrived." Ming Feng turned over and untied to reveal the curtain. Wen Ruo bowed his head, stepped on the footstool and slowly stepped down, taking a step and fixing it.

In front of the door of Zhenghongzhu paint, Su light dust stood on the stage with the umbrella, and the rug of the crow-blue robes was stained with the flying snow. His posture stood like a pine, standing through the snow that was flying and dancing, and the temperature was still clear, and the gentle dawn slowly opened on his cold face.

He approached step by step, holding the umbrella over her head and licking the snow on the hood: "Cold?"

There was a dense rustling on the top of the umbrella. As if he was looking up, his pale face reflected her deep eyes.

Wen Ruo gently raised his lips: "It's okay."

Obediently let him take it, all the way back slowly to the inner courtyard, the warm room prepared a steaming **** tea. After changing the casual clothes out of the inner room, I saw Su Guangchen personally pour a bowl from the top of the red mud stove, blowing it down and handing it to her, Wen Sheng said: "The effect of hot drink will be better, I added more A few spoonfuls of honey, this time will not be too spicy."

Wen Ruo hangs his eyes, holding a fine porcelain bowl with blue and white flowers on his back, his heart is sour and unspeakable. In the end, I didn’t say a word. I drank the **** tea in the bowl.

She wants to hold him tight and tells him that she can't bear it, but...

Wen Ruo put down the bowl and got up and smiled slightly: "Ming Feng is waiting in the study room. There are still many things to deal with today. If you are bored, let the Qingshu go out with you."

"If so."

That was the first time he called her name.

Wen Ruo gradually stopped, and the sound of Su Xiaochen came behind him: "I let the kitchen prepare the dishes you like, and we use them together for dinner. Is that good?"

How long have they not been eating together? Wen does not remember.

Since the last time, the pain of the disease has prevented her from holding the bamboo chopsticks in her hands. As soon as she is warm, she begins to consciously avoid getting along with him alone. After such a time, I would like to come, Su Guangchen will be disappointed... She nodded involuntarily.

The snow was getting bigger and the branches were bent over. Mingfeng was half step behind for the warmth of the umbrella, and only two people on the silent path were on the snow, and Wen whispered: "How is the preparation over there?"

"Everything is done," Ming Feng hesitated for a moment. "The master, really intend to send Su Zhengjun away?"

Wen sighed softly and did not answer.

If she can, she does not want to do this. Gu Zhiruo’s remnant party has been completely eradicated, and there are also her people on the side of Arthur’s eyes. As for Wen Xiangning, Wen Ruo believes that she will not entangle the Soviet Union.

However, she is still not at ease.

Wen is not sure if he will be sad after he dies, but as long as there is a hint of possibility, she does not want to make Su light dust sad. Just let him think that he has been busy fighting, can not spare time to accompany him to leave.

How long can it last? Time can make people forget everything. One day, when Su Guangchen learns about her death, she will be calm and right.

What she can do for him is only this.

The room was smoked with incense, and the warmth stood quietly by the window, and the direction of his eyes was his inner court. The snow has lived, and the lanterns under the swaying slightly sway in the cold wind, and the jackdaws pass by in the dark.

The attack whispered: "The dinner time has passed, the master..." She couldn’t stand it, "Su Zhengjun is still waiting."

Wen Ruo stood still in the same place, slowly raising: "Go back to him, I said, I am busy, I don't have to wait."

After the attack and the end, he turned to the door. When he left, he slanted and screamed at the phoenix. Mingfeng shook his head slightly, indicating that he could do nothing.

The throat suddenly succumbed to sweetness, and the warmth swallowed the blood of the air, and stunned: "The sky is high and the moon is high, tomorrow should be a good weather."

Good weather is suitable for travel. However, before Wen Wen sent someone to inform Su Guangchen to leave, there was news in the palace that the female emperor of the month had died.

The city is full of white, the emperor is gone, the whole country is sad. The side of the cantilever beam is self-defeating, and the coffin is now parked in the partial hall, and the person he loves is only separated by a door.

This road to the palace has gone through many times, and it has not been so difficult. Su Guangchen held her hand tightly, as if it would give her strength. But he didn't know that she was actually not qualified to grab his hand.

If life is a drama, their story has not come to an end.

The courtiers of the temple smashed the ground, and Wen Xiangning cried so hard that Zheng Jun was fainting and was firmly supported by several escorts.

Wen Ruo did not have a tear, just turned to look at the Su light dust not far away. How touching this life and death is, but if one day, the person who is sensational is him - Wen is so painful in his heart. No, she wants him to live well.

There was never a moment, and Wen was so lucky that he did not fall in love with her.

The emperor’s funeral lasted for fifteen days. Even if it is deep in love, the gentle father is still unable to enter a tomb with the people he followed. His tomb was separated by a few walls and placed behind the vacant Zhengjun. This is his sorrow and the sorrow of all the princes.

After the filial period, the woman officially enthroned, and changed her name to 颂远.

Wen Ruyi refused Wen Xiangning's invitation, and the Queen's filial piety could not be equated with His Majesty.

A month later, the warm Guards finally brought back Meryl from Yushan Mountain.

When she saw Meryl again, she could not recognize the warmth. Meryl’s eyes were smashed, and the hamstrings were smashed by Gu Zhiru’s men. The whole person was like a dead man on the quilt.

Wen was shaking her voice and calling her. She only slightly turned her head and smiled in her direction.

For so many years, Wen Ru has never hated anyone, but at this time, I can’t wait to take care of it! She can't make her die so easily. Otherwise, how can it be worthy of being ruined by Meryl? !

The dark dungeon, warm and smiling, looked at Gu Zhiruo and was smashed. Her screams are fierce, and the tissue that beats under the skin is as bright as the red leaves in the wind.

"Warm is like, spare me..." Gu Zhiruo's voice is gradually low.

If she is spared, who can spare her? If Wen is unmoved, it seems that the eyes of the cold instruments are gathered together: "Don’t worry, take your time, you still have a lot of time."

"Forgive me... I will confess everything." Gu Zhiruo breathed, looking at her eyes humble.

Wen Rui refused: "No, I know why today, when you start the streamer, you should know that there is no possibility of reconciliation between us."

"I was wrong... I shouldn't force her... to surrender two privileges..." It was silent, and it seemed to be faint.

Wen Ruwen looked at her for a long while and turned and left: "Take her injury well and continue to execute the sentence after ten days."

People have greed, and they always want to get a second one. If you have a second one, you will think if the other person still has more. There is nothing wrong with Gu Zhiruo’s original intention. It’s wrong to fill it up and touch someone who shouldn’t touch it.

The red plums in the courtyard were splendid, and large tracts spread from the forest, wrapped in haze like a gloomy cloud. Wen Ru is sitting under the plum tree, lying on the soft couch next to the silly Melil.

She gave her a good bird's nest and yelled at her: "Come, hey, take another drink." Meryl swayed and shook her head to avoid it. The light yellow soup in the silver spoon swayed over her shoulder. If the temperature is twilight, principally pull out the silk pad and wipe off the stain on the satin gown.

If Meryl knows, maybe she wants to be relieved... Wen Ruo took a deep breath and looked at her ignorant look but couldn’t get it.

The eyelids were sore, and she blinked in the sky.

When I looked down again, I saw the flowers between the trees that were not far away. The figure of Su Qingchen stood silently. He wore a slightly simple plain white dress, and the dark brown silk embroidered the clever branches in the hem. The blossoming plum blossoms from the robe to the waist.

His body was thin, and even the glamorous colors on the jewellery could not conceal the fact that he was gradually reduced.

She should have let him go. Wen Ru slowly approached him, until a few steps away, the two were relatively long, but no one spoke first.

Wen Ruo once thought that the most painful of the two people and each side, she was lonely with his thoughts to death. Unexpectedly, it is so relatively silent, it can also make people feel the dull pain of the bones.

She smiled reluctantly: "Is the salute packed?"

Su Guangchen nodded, and the light was so dark that he could not see the joys and sorrows.

One night, only one night with him lived in a mansion. Wen couldn't help but walk two steps before, and reached out and hugged his waist.

Only condone this time, once it is fine.

She breathed deeply into the smell of his arms, letting go for a moment, and a smile on his face: "Take care of yourself, wait for this, I will go to you."

Su Guangchen slowly recovered half of his hand and his lips were slightly hooked: "Okay."

If Wen does not know if he is doing this, is it right or wrong? Watching his back gradually faded out of his sight, her legs were like leaded water and could not move.

"The master -" there is an exclamation around.

The blood that had endured for a long time couldn’t help but spill out. The warmth was half-squatting on the ground, and the blood stains on the falling petals of the plums were red and dazzling.

"Don't make a fuss." She smirked out loud, and there was room for teasing.

She said that she didn't want others to know, but she couldn't help but still complained to Su Zhengjun. If she didn't want to stare at him, why should the master be so hard? She rubbed her lips, and her eyes were warm as if she was warming up, and she lowered her voice: "The master paused for a while, and I ordered the soft car to come over."

"No need to worry, I will rest for a while," Wen said with a hand. "The wind is cold outside, you will take Meryl back to the house."

It’s like the moonlight in the night, and the temperature is not in the study. She stood half-stay outside the courtyard of Su Guangchen and went out of the shadows until the candlelight in the house went out.

The shadow of the moon outside the window was softly reflected through the gap of the flower branches. Su was dusted on the table and dressed in the clothes I saw in the daytime. The long black hair of the black ink poured down and was placed between the arms.

Wen Ruwei slightly brows, gently took a cloak from the shelf, carefully covered him, did not dare to alarm him, only slowly sit next to it.

His long eyelashes shook slightly, and seemed to be not stable in his sleep.

She looked at his face with ecstasy, only to see how to look at it. Time passed away. When Wen was up, her legs were a little numb. She smiled and rubbed her legs. This body was already overwhelmed.

She moved step by step and did not see the eyes of Su Guangchen slowly opening in the darkness.

Early the next morning, the guards of the Imperial Palace were busy in an orderly manner. The travel of the car is full of large and small luggage, which is unobtrusive. Wen has already deployed most of the guards outside the city.

"Yingfeng martial arts is strong, if you encounter a guy who doesn't have long eyes, let her handle it." Wen Ru is like a old mother. "The baggage is full of silver tickets and title deeds. You don't need to be outside." Help me save the flowers, spend the flowers, buy what you like, don't grieve yourself."

It was even more uncomfortable. He reached out and helped him gather the collar on his knees. He reluctantly stroked his eyebrows and choked his voice. "... take care."

Su Xiaochen fixedly bowed his head and stared at her, his lips twitching for a long while, and slowly said: "You are also."

Wen Ru is a heavy focus, not preventing him suddenly raising his arms and holding her. Wen was stiff and straight, and did not return to hold him, lest he would reveal his mind when he raised his hand.

For a long time, like a sigh from the morning breeze, secluded in the ear, fluttering, and then disappeared. When she came back, Su Xiaochen had gone far.

The long fleet gradually drifted away from the avenue, and the warmth stood silently in front of the majestic stone lion of the emperor's house. The stilted slabs behind him gradually faded in the winter in the smoke and fog.

"Master, go back."

Wen Ruo turned his head slightly, smiling slightly, but the voice was endlessly desolate: "After sending Meryl, this emperor's house can speak, and only two of us are left."

Ten days later, Wen Ru was lying alone on a wicker chair under the plum tree. The red petals sneaked down, and several of them were swirling and stained in her hair. The soft couch on the side of her body was empty, and she stared at her, as if she had no breath.

Suddenly the hooves of the horses are getting louder and louder. Ming Feng was riding alone, rushing into the courtyard, and then he was squatting in the cellar, and he did not dare to get up for a long time.

"The master... Su Zhengjun is gone!"

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