MTL - To Hold One’s Joy-Chapter 31 old place

  Chapter 31 Old Land

  Luo Sheng listened with lowered eyes, feeling unspeakably sad.

  Yeah, how silly.

  That night the wind was strong and the night was very dark. In her wedding dress, she rode a horse desperately to drive home, while Wei Qiang in wedding dress chased after her.

  She saw the crumbling red lanterns hanging under the eaves in front of Zhennan Wangfu, and saw officers and soldiers with sharp knives surrounding Zhennan Wangfu layer by layer.

  I just hate that she fell off the horse and fell in front of the leader who besieged the palace before she saw her father, mother and concubine, or her infant brother.

  The heartache after an arrow pierces is not as good as the continuous heartache.

  Her new husband-in-law killed her at the door of his house, not even allowing her to be reunited with his family.

  She struggled and crawled forward, facing the astonished expression of the leader who besieged the palace, she crawled through the hot blood gushing from her body, but she never had the chance to climb through the gate.

  She closed her eyes with endless hatred and regret, and opened them again to become Miss Luo.

  And Wei Qiang, her childhood sweetheart, her new husband-in-law, became the aloof prince, the second most noble man in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

  Luo Sheng exhausted all his strength to calm down, and smiled casually at the old beggar: "So, the husband-in-law of the princess became a widower on the first day of his wedding—"

  The old beggar's complexion suddenly changed: "Sir, don't talk nonsense!"

  For the sake of the dime, the old beggar lowered his voice: "Young master, is he absorbed in studying and don't know the outside world? The husband-in-law of the princess is the prince."

   "The current crown prince is actually the husband-in-law of that princess?" Luo Sheng showed surprise, "But didn't the princess marry into Pingnan Palace?"

   As she spoke, she quietly stuffed a piece of broken silver.

Money can turn ghosts, let alone this kind of thing that people of a certain age in Nanyang City know. The old beggar collected the money and said, "The prince has merit. It was found by the Nanwang Mansion. Later, the Tian family wanted to choose a son from the clan to be the crown prince, so they chose the Prince Pingnan's son at that time, who is the present prince..."

  If you ask people from other places, even people from the capital city, they may not know much about these past events, but Nanyang City is different.

  The old beggar was not a beggar from the beginning, but the tragedy twelve years ago changed not only the Zhennan Palace, but also the fate of many people.

  Luo Sheng was silent for a long time, showing a faint smile: "I see, His Royal Highness is really brave and resourceful."

   Asked what he wanted to know, Luo Sheng changed back to his original attire, and walked slowly towards the inn with Hongdou.

   "Red beans."

   "What's the matter, girl?"

   "What kind of person do you think the prince is?"

  Hong Dou glanced around, and said in a low voice, "The maidservant never hides any thoughts from the girl. In the past, the maidservant felt that the prince was very lucky, and he was quite kind."

"What now?"

  Hongdou curled her lips: "Now I think the prince is a scum, that princess is so pitiful."

  Luo Sheng's eyes flickered, forcing the mist back.

  She really likes the maid Hongdou.

"but-"

   "But what?"

Hong Dou bit her lips, and her voice was even lower: "The crown prince found the evidence that the King of Zhennan was collaborating with the enemy and treason early on, and married that princess as if nothing had happened, and then killed him neatly after marrying him. Didn't the princess never notice? Is this person cruel and evil?"

  Luo Sheng said calmly, "It's probably because she's blind."

  The little servant girl nodded sharply: "You're just blind, but the girl is smart."

  Luo Sheng curved his lips and smiled, the smile couldn't reach his eyes.

  Thank God for giving her a chance to be smart.

  Wei Qiang, just wait.

  Luo Sheng and Sheng Sanlang met at the inn, and he accompanied him to the roadside to burn paper.

  The Ching Ming Festival is approaching, and people who are away from home will not attract attention by burning paper on the roadside to pay homage to their deceased relatives.

  Waiting for the paper money to be burned to ashes, Sheng Sanlang looked at Luo Sheng's expression, and persuaded: "Cousin, let's go back."

  He always felt that the paper money he just burned was only half of what he bought, but he didn't have any proof, so he didn't dare to ask.

  Ahem, it may be an illusion, after all, he was not very good at arithmetic since he was a child.

  Luo Sheng stared at the paper money that had been burned into ashes and turned into gray butterflies, and nodded slightly: "Well, let's go back."

  The night is getting darker, and the crescent moon hangs quietly on the top of the tree, feeling lonely and deserted.

  Luo Sheng, dressed in black, walked out of the room and left the sleeping inn very smoothly.

  The streets are empty, and there are sounds of a night watch in the distance.

   "It's three o'clock in the middle of the night, everything is safe—"

  The night is really late, especially in such a small city that has been away from the hustle and bustle for a long time.

  Luo Sheng galloped along the side of the road lightly, and soon came to the dilapidated mansion.

  The stone lions in front of the gate are still mighty, but not as glamorous as before.

  She walked around the wall for a while, stopped, took a few steps back, climbed up the wall with a run-up, and easily landed inside.

  Luo Sheng stabilized his body and looked around.

  The entrance is a desolation.

  The lush weeds that are half the height of a person, the trees that block the sky, and the singing of insects intertwined into a nocturnal song.

  Luo Sheng walked in step by step, feeling cold all over.

  Things are different, but that's all.

   Maybe it was a coincidence, or more maybe it was God's will. Twelve years ago tonight was exactly when the disaster happened.

   This day is the day she leaves the cabinet, and it is also the death day of the whole family and even herself.

  Luo Sheng touched the bundle on his arm, which contained burnt paper bought by Sheng Sanlang.

  She can’t do much at the moment, the only thing she can do is to burn some paper money for her relatives and tell them that she is still there.

  The once crystal-clear lake surface was covered with dead branches and fallen leaves, and the faint smell of decay went straight to people's noses.

  Luo Sheng stopped in front of an embroidery building by the lake.

  That was her boudoir, but there is no need to revisit the old place now.

  It carried the happiest time of her youth, as well as the tension and expectation before she came out of the cabinet.

  She is the high-ranking Qingyang Princess in the eyes of the people of Nanyang City, but she is no different from ordinary girls when it comes to getting married.

   Wei Qiang is the husband-in-law chosen by her parents for her. He is not ugly, has a good temper, and has known him for many years. Naturally, she has no reason to object.

  At that time, leaning against the embroidered screen by the bed, she secretly thought that she and Wei Qiang would be as loving as father and mother in the future.

   Who knows there is no future.

  Luo Sheng stared down at the long and slender fingers and laughed at himself.

   Who knows that only now can we talk about the future.

  Luo Sheng took one last look at the embroidery building standing by the bank of the decaying lake, and wanted to turn around and leave, but a glimpse out of the corner of her eye made her freeze on the spot.

  After a moment of panic, Luo Sheng immediately dodged and hid behind the tree, touching the dagger.

   It was a gem-studded dagger, which was left by Miss Luo.

  Luo Sheng has tried it, his hair is shaved like mud, and it is sharp enough.

  By the moonlight, her eyes closely followed the figure.

  The man covered his head and face, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women, and he got closer and closer to Luo Sheng step by step.

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  (end of this chapter)