Chapter 257: Suicide note

"Recently?" Hua Chun was taken aback, and looked at him sideways: "Only the emperor...has the same dream with his concubines?"
How does he know if it is the same? Yu Wenjie pursed his lips, rubbed his eyebrows and said: "I dreamed that you and I were in prison to say goodbye. I haven't finished speaking, but you don't want to continue listening."
That's the same, Huachun laughed. If she guessed correctly, it should be the memory of the last life. Qing Niao said that the last time Yu Wenjie was going to kill her, and in the end he saw her being killed. Beheading, there is no meaning to stay. But from this dream, the emperor seemed to want to explain something.
Sighing, Huachun hugged her knees and rubbed against the emperor, squinting her eyes and asked: "Does the emperor believe in the past and this life?"
Yu Wenjie raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to say you and I have known each other in my previous life?"
But in that dream, he was still the emperor, and she was still a courtier, clearly exactly the same as before, except that the dialogue had never happened, maybe it was just a imaginary dream.
"Uh, you still haven't said that by your current concubine." Shaking her head, Huachun decided to give up. The last life was just a matter of the last life. She only heard some fragments from Qing Niao, and she didn't have that memory. , The emperor is even more absent. Anyway, it's been a full moon now, so what do you care about the grievances of the previous life?
"Let's go to sleep." After yawning, Huachun immediately fell back. Yu Wenjie looked at her for a while, curled her lips, and wanted to go back.
However, before he lay down, Duke Qin came in and tried to put a letter on the table.
"Just bring it here." The emperor said with sharp eyes. Duke Qin, who was outside, was staggered and hurriedly came in to plead: "Did the slave wake the emperor?"
"No, I'm already awake."
After receiving the letter, Yu Wenjie flipped through it curiously, and Qin Gong just said, "This was handed over by Gong Yuhou to the minion, and it was said to be related to the young girl..."
Before he finished speaking, Huachun lying next to him sat up with a carp, stretched out his hand to the letter from Yu Wenjie, and hurriedly opened it.
"I’vereachedsomewhere,Youdid’thavetoworryaboutme.thenIwanttotellyou,thatmylifewillbeoverlater.AfterIwasgone,Ihopeyoucanhaveagoodlife,forgetaboutthebadthingsbefore,Iwilltakethemaway.bestwishes,myfirend."
Hand trembling slightly, Huachun read the letter in shock, stumbled and got out of bed, clutching Qin Gonggong and asked, "Has Gong Yuhou left the palace?"
"It should be soon."
Before the outer clothes had time to wear, Huachun rushed out.
"What are you doing?" The emperor was startled, got out of bed, picked up the letter she had thrown and glanced at it.
"..." Can't understand at all, what text is this? Secret words?
With this dazed effort, Huachun has run away without a trace.
He Changan just walked to the gate of the palace, and he heard a heart-piercing cry: "Second brother--"
For a moment, He Changan stopped and looked around, but he didn't see anyone.
"Have you heard it?" He muttered, he was about to continue walking, but saw a small black spot between the palaces in the distance rushing towards this side.
So far, you can call so loud? He Changan was shocked. He watched Huachun's disheveled hair rushing over like a madman, and he could only catch her with his hands open.
"What's the matter? I'm looking for Weichen and let people spread the word, why does the empress run so hard?"
Out of breath, Huachun only felt that her eyes were all gray. After a while, she looked at him with trembling teeth and asked, "Qing Qi is dying?"
He Changan had a meal and frowned: "Did she write that in the letter?"
"She said that she has already arrived somewhere, so I don't need to worry about it, but she died soon, so I can forget all the previous things and live a good life." Tears followed the brush and Hua Chun choked: "She ah It’s in English, only I can understand it."
Rubbing her eyebrows, He Changan squatted beside her and said in a low voice: "She has been out of shape since she left Yanjing, and now she is out of the box. I guess... I wanted her to hide from you. It also makes you feel better. I didn't expect that she would tell you things in strange words."
Because Qing Niao understands her! Huachun tugged at He Changan's sleeve blankly, tears streaming down her eyes. Qing Niao knew that because of her temperament, she would definitely keep looking for her, so after leaving Daliang, she gave her such a suicide note.
"Niangniang, it's cold on the ground." He Changan looked a little worried and stretched out his hand to hug her, but before he moved, he stretched out his hands next to him, hugged Huachun directly into his arms, and wrapped him in the cloak.
"Dignified queen, what do you look like?" Yu Wenjie panted heavily, his eyes full of irritation: "It's nothing more than clothes or shoes?"
His feet were covered with gray, and there were blood stains on his feet, which made him frown.
Hua Chun flattened her mouth, turned her head to look at Yu Wenjie, looked for a while, her nose was red, and she cried with a "wow".
The cry was so loud that everyone around him was shocked.
She didn't need any more images, her mouth was open, her tears and nose were running, and she howled hoarsely, exactly the same as when she was a kid when she was hiding and thinking that Qin Niao fell into the pond and drowned.
But now the youth is really gone.
What is the meaning of her existence? Didn't you live a good life for yourself, just to help her overcome the imperfections of her life? Is she stupid? I have been nurtured in modern times with her. Why don't you understand that everyone is equal? ​​Why do you still want to do this kind of thing?
She couldn't stop crying, Hua Chun pulled Yu Wenjie's collar and shouted: "You badass! It's all because of you!"
The emperor was very innocent. He frowned and looked at her. While gently following her breath, he said solemnly: "What does it have to do with me?"
"I don't care!" She began to shame, and Qing Qi's death is really no one to blame. She must have a vent.
So pinching and biting, nails and teeth were used, Huachun was angry like a little lion, but Yu Wenjie, who was like the king of beasts, did not move at all. Not because he was not afraid of pain, but because the clothes were too thick and the woman in his arms couldn't cry at all, so he didn't feel it at all.
He Changan looked at Huachun worriedly: "The empress has to change her grief and change."
"I'm not sorry!" Huachun whimpered, "I'm so uncomfortable!"
Yu Wenjie pursed her lips, seeing that she was crying out of breath, and simply slapped her on the back of the neck.
The world is quiet.
"You..." He Changan opened his eyes wide, a little bit dumbfounded: "Be gentle!"
"Let her cry again, it will be distracted." Picking up the person and putting it on the dragon's blade, Yu Wenjie asked, "What is written in the letter?"