Chapter 311

Pan Zhuqing raised her mouth slightly and turned her eyes to the emperor carelessly. At this time, the emperor's face was very ugly, his eyebrows were locked, and his eyes looked coldly at Fu Yun. After a long time, he said coldly, "go back to Lengxiang garden. You must be tired after talking so much“

Fu Yun didn't care about the anger of the emperor. Anyway, she said everything she wanted to say. So she straightened her clothes, got up and said goodbye: "the people's daughter is leaving“ Then he gave pan Zhuqing a little gift. The other party always kept a small distance from her, with a alienated smile Oh, ah, nodded to her.

”That's good. At least he's safe all his life“ With this belief, she finally walked out of the imperial study.

Across the threshold, the guards and maids in the corridor looked at her with very complicated eyes. The people who live in this palace are more or less powerful. Not long ago, they all despised Fu Yun because of her loss of power, and felt that she was as humble and pitiful as those women in the cold palace. Now...... She walked in the narrow corridor with a bleak back, but her body exuded yearning charm. She is fragile and vulnerable, but she has an unattainable and powerful soul.

"No wonder the emperor likes it." Tong Xian sighed silently in her heart.

"No wonder brother Xiao likes it." The guards also thought to themselves.

No one knows. At this moment, in Fu Yun's proud and lonely body, the heart that had suffered a lot is breaking up a little.

How many times did she fantasize about the scene of reuniting with pan Zhuqing. She dared not expect that he would accept her broken face. But at least, maybe he will have a little pity. Or perhaps the worst situation is his shock, loss of measures, or even disgust. It's much better than it is now. He doesn't care about her, everything about her.

She dragged her heavy legs away from the imperial study step by step, away from the man she loved deeply but hurt her.

Until there was a sudden cry from behind - "cloud son." She immediately stood in the moment as if she had been hit by a acupoint.

The familiar smell approached slowly behind her, and the familiar face appeared in front of her again.

A "yun'er" made Fu Yun's cold heart burn wildly again. Although she knew that there were eyes all around at this time, and although the ninth master's big bulb was waiting a few steps away, now for her, even if he could give a little temperature, it was enough to make her sad to death's heart live again.

She looked at him foolishly, and the love in her eyes was like a river about to burst. Because she was not sure whether she would see him again in the future. He also looked at her, but his face was calm and indifferent, colder than the night. Moreover, they deliberately maintained an impeccable distance between them.

Fu Yun suddenly remembered the scar on his face, immediately lowered his head and covered his face in panic. Although she felt that her every move was stupid. However, no matter what kind of woman, in front of love, aren't they all fools?

This situation and scene made the ninth master feel a trace of pity and sadness. Only pan Zhuqing remained calm and indifferent from beginning to end, even without frowning.

"You left something." He spread out his hand, and a familiar hairpin lay quietly between the palms.

Fu Yun subconsciously stretched out his hand and touched the empty bun. Only then did he realize that he had just lost his mind and didn't even know what he had lost. She smiled bitterly and said softly, "thank you, Lord pan."

Then he stretched out his hand and gently touched the tassel of the hairpin. Just about to twist back the hairpin, in a flash, her hand was suddenly held tightly by the big hand. The hot heat in the palm rushed into her arm like an electric current and went straight to her heart.

Her mind was blank. When she regained consciousness, the temperature on her hand had quickly pulled away, the hairpin was held in her own hand, and the wide back left without looking back.

All this was so fast and so sudden that she never understood whether it was an illusion or whether it really happened. However, there was almost a warm touch on her skin. She raised her hand and sniffed at the tip of her nose. It seemed that she could still smell the smell of his palm. Can these be fake?

The ninth master nodded, thought about it and asked, "I just heard outside the imperial study...... Did you hear miss Fu plead for the little white face“

Pan Zhuqing asked carelessly, "yes, so what?"

”That little white face is really meritorious“ The ninth master couldn't understand the man in front of him more and more. He clearly hoped that Zhao Changyuan would die, but now he always stayed out of the matter and looked like a nobody all day.

Pan Zhuqing replied calmly: "think about it with your head. From ancient times to now, how many of the traitors who have been killed and have not been killed have not made outstanding contributions? Will there be fewer people pleading for them“

Xue Jiu nodded and said yes, but then asked with some worry: "Emperor...... Will you not blame Miss Fu for this? " This woman is really full and has nothing to do. Why do you worry about that little white face?

Pan Zhuqing looked at him thoughtfully. He opened the curtain and let the faint moisture outside the window pounce on his face. After a long silence, he said, "the emperor will not blame her. The emperor was sincere to her. "

Xue Jiu looked at his face, but he couldn't see his expression at the moment. The shadow of the curtain swayed on his face, just as he looked in Xue Jiu's mind at the moment, and seemed more and more uncertain“ What about you? What about your sincerity? " Of course, Xue Jiu only dared to swallow this sentence in his stomach. He is only glad that he is not a woman, but also glad that he is not pan Zhuqing's woman. Apart from others, this man is really cool and thin emotionally. Gong Yueyue loved him for so long that he didn't even feel it when he died. Fu Yun liked him so long that he saved his innocence and even did not hesitate to destroy himself, but he didn't even have half pity. Xue Jiu felt more and more that he pan Zhuqing was still alone today. Maybe he deserved it. How can a person without temperature and the woman around him get a good life?

Next, the car was silent all the way, only the sound of horses' hoofs on the road. The ninth master was depressed. Pan Zhuqing looked listless and didn't seem to want to talk more. The carriage drove safely to the official road in front of the pan house.

After parking, the bright fire outside the window awoke pan Zhuqing“ What's going on outside? " He leaned against the window and looked out. He saw that the door of Pan's house was full of black people. Everyone held torches, lit weapons and put on a tense posture.

The ninth master also looked out carefully through the window. After a while, his relaxed expression was suddenly chilly, squeezed his eyes, and simply rubbed his eyes hard. Finally, the whole person almost tensed into a string.

Seeing his reaction, pan Zhuqing immediately made a judgment: "is it him?"

The ninth master swallowed his saliva, stared out of the window, nodded and replied, "yes...... It's him...... Here comes Zhao Changyuan. "

Seeing that the arrogant ninth master panicked into this virtue, pan Zhuqing was annoyed at first. But when I think about it, I feel really excusable. Although Zhao Changyuan is gentle and elegant in daily life, he is an unambiguous general who kills people after all. In addition, being so stimulated by the pain of losing his wife, he is now forced into a poor alley. It's not necessarily that he's really crazy. I'm afraid such a person can do anything.

Thinking of this, even pan Zhuqing couldn't help but initiate Mao, but he soon recovered his composure. Leng Sheng said to the ninth master, "what's the panic? Since you've come, let me meet him." With that, he decisively opened the carriage door.

Although pan Zhuqing made full preparations, he also guessed many versions of Zhao Changyuan's current situation. But when he got out of the carriage and saw the other party standing in the light of the fire not far from him, he was stunned.

Zhao Changyuan, as he expected, may be the crazy man in ragged clothes and carrying a knife everywhere to hunt down his enemies. Perhaps, as he remembered, he was angry and wanted to settle the pan house and recover his children's desperate father. It will never be what he sees now. So that he recognized it for a long time before he really determined the identity of the other party.

The man was dressed in a green and white cassock, stood up and wore a walking monk hat. He didn't see any weapons around him. The white face is more beautiful and refined by the night and simple dress. His hands are folded on his chest, and Bodhi beads are wrapped around his wrists. His eyes are calm and calm. This calm is different from pan Zhuqing's calm. But a kind of determination and indifference that completely isolates itself from all things in the world. Although the front was full of murderous pan family soldiers, although the fire around licked the blade, he was eager to try. But he did not see a trace of hostility from head to foot, from skin to breath. The whole person looks like a monk with beautiful face and high temperament.

Everyone who knew Zhao Changyuan at the scene secretly lamented that the young young childe in Luoyang and the energetic general who attacked the grand master's residence at night with officers and soldiers had been washed out of lead at this moment, just like another generation.

Zhao Changyuan looked at the direction of Pan Zhuqing with indifferent eyes. Until the other party came closer, he said faintly: "Amitabha."

The appearance of the other party made pan Zhuqing feel a little confused. He is used to the other party's knife and gun, and the scribe makes a fool of himself. Now he is not used to it. He did know that Zhao Changyuan was hiding in Shaolin Temple, but he didn't think that the other party would really escape into the empty door. In pan Zhuqing's mind, he is much more likely to become a monk than Zhao Changyuan. Can a man who regards his children's love as more important than his life really do nothing?