"So Fifth Sister has been guarding Rou Ying all these years just to make her conscience feel better?”Leng Ziqing's hand, which was fiddling with the tea set, stopped there. She looked up at Leng Ziqing.
" All those grudges have been wiped clean over the years," Leng Yunya said with a desolate smile." The only thing I can't let go of is that I love Zhongyuan, but he only has Rouying in his heart." If Rou Ying has him in her heart, so what if I can't enter his heart in this lifetime? But Rouying only has Fourth Brother in her heart…He hurt her so deeply, torturing her to this state, forcing her to this state…"
"This is the stupidity of a woman. Mother loved that man, but she couldn't let the Su family perish in her generation. In fact, the one who really tortured herself wasn't Leng Cangming, but herself.”
Leng Suwan, who was dressed in white, interrupted the conversation between Leng Youqing and Leng Youqing. She looked down at the teacups on the tray and picked up one cup gently. Her smooth fingers were set off by the delicate porcelain cup with white glaze and blue flowers. It was full and soft under the warm spring sun. When his pale lips touched the cup, the orange-yellow tea rolled in along the tip of his tongue. The fragrance of orchids lingered around the tip of his nose, and the bitterness on his tongue slid down his throat with a little bit of warmth.
"Ah Wan, how's your mother?" Leng Ziqing smiled bitterly and looked up at Leng Suwan whose expression was obscured by the light.
Leng Suwan glanced at the snow-white silk flower on Leng Jiafu's temples and said lightly,""Fifth Aunt already predicted that Mother wouldn't be able to last these three days, what's the point of me saying more? Now, she was accompanying Ah Ran to practice calligraphy. Ah Ran's complexion had been getting better these two days, so it was good to let her mother accompany her more.”
Leng Anqing nodded and didn't say anything else. Leng Su Wan walked to the lakeside and stood there quietly. She was getting more and more confused now. She was unwilling to be used by others, but there was nothing she could do. Other than enduring hardships and tasting gall, she had no better way out. Lü Nong had also mentioned to her that Pei Siyuan was going to marry into the Shi Ying Villa. She said that in terms of direct descendants, everyone in the villa knew that Leng Feiyi admired Pei Siyuan, and she would definitely be the only one. Although Leng Fei Yu was the Di daughter, Leng Cang Ming and Zhao Yi Zhu didn't like her carefree and unrestrained personality. However, in terms of seniority, Leng Ruoli would definitely be involved in this political marriage.
She frowned slightly. She knew that the most taboo thing for people in the martial world was to have a relationship with the royal family, but this Shiying Mountain Villa was always inextricably linked to the imperial court. Only an ambitious person would be able to curry favor with both sides.
"Miss! Madam is vomiting blood!"
Lü Nong ran out of the cabinet with an anxious look on her face, her big eyes filled with anxiety. Hearing that, Leng Ziqing and Leng Zihua put down their cups and walked quickly to the bamboo house.
Leng Suwan was stunned, staring at the void as if there was something there that attracted her. She had never thought that everything would happen so quickly. When the two of them had started to fight the other day, Su Rouying's body had obviously been unable to do anything. It was just that her smile was too dazzling and warm, making her automatically ignore those cruel facts. Su Rouying was only thirty-five years old. Although she wasn't in the prime of her youth, she was still young. Her current body was like an empty shell. All the blood essence inside had been consumed bit by bit in these ten years of torture. Wasn't it a miracle that she could live for so long after being tortured by the person she loved the most?
Seeing Leng Suwan standing there silently, Lu Nong said," Her eyes were filled with tears. I'm afraid Madam can't take it anymore. Why are you still standing here? Madam has been calling you, Miss!”
"Lu Nong, actually…I'm not strong at all.”
She had lived for a long time, living so long that she thought she had seen through life and death. When death was near, she realized that she was still Su Su, the stubborn Su Su. Su Su was full of arrogance! You've died once, why can't you understand these life and death farewells? Su Su, you're just a person, a woman…
Lu Nong stared blankly at that thin figure, not knowing what to say for a moment. She had accompanied her for so many years, but she had never seen the always mysterious and cold Third Miss. In fact, she had heart, feelings, and was actually fragile and afraid. She lowered her head and retreated. After being by her side for so long, she still had this bit of insight. Even though he felt sorry for her loneliness, he couldn't pry into her weakness.
When there was no more movement behind her, Leng Suwan knew that Lü Nong had left. She squatted down expressionlessly and looked at herself in the water. Her face was so similar to Su Su's. Her lips curled up slightly, and her own lips curled up in the water. Perhaps from the beginning to the end, she had always been her, Su Su. She had never changed, and she had never…seen through her. Never…
She lay down slowly, and the three thousand threads of worry entangled her body. She tilted her head to look at the green lake beside her. A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye, but it did not slide into the cold shore under her body. Instead, it slid into her throat, where it was stuck in deep pain and connected to her heart…
Leng Suwan got up and walked into the bamboo house. He saw Su Rouying sitting by the window with her pipa in her arms. Her lake-blue dress was scattered on the dark wooden floor. Her gaze was fixed on the green lake outside the window, deep in thought. Leng Ziqing and Leng Zixin were sitting at a pearwood table carved with complicated patterns, while Leng Suran was sitting on a small silk stool by Su Rouying's feet. The whole room was silent.
"Ah Wan, it's already the end of spring. It'll be summer solstice in a few days.”Su Rouying turned her head and looked at Leng Suwan with a smile in her eyes.
Leng Suwan stood there and didn't approach her, but she still nodded,""The summer solstice is in half a month."
Su Rouying smiled and lowered her head. Her slender fingers stroked the zither rope and gently plucked it. A crisp and clear tune flowed out from her fingertips."Shall I play 'East Wind' for you again? Even though he had played it often over the years, he had never truly played its soul. Ah Wan, you need to remember…Don't call 'East Wind' because it's just for fun…"
She raised her head with a smile, her gaze as gentle as a warm spring looked past the boundless mortal world and into an unknown place."This pipa has been with me for so many years. After I leave…Ah Wan must keep it for me.”
Then she lowered her head, her sparkling eyes as if she was looking at her lover. She moved her fingers, and a brand new " East Wind ", which was different from the sadness Leng Ziqing played with the Qixuan Zither and the longing Leng Zixuan played, lingered in the air of the entire Green Water Courtyard. It was a hot-blooded slaughter that was ready to go, a burning ambition to sweep away thousands of troops, and a iron-blooded determination to wrap their bodies in horses. There was no love for children. The first half of the song was homesick. After the vast loneliness, there was a kind of solemnity that was tightly gripping. It was as if the setting sun had appeared in front of his eyes. Thousands of troops had broken into the city. The shouts of killing shook the sky, but there was also a helplessness driven by fate. The hot blood in the sword light had long been cut in two by reality. All the killing was to survive. He used the hot blood of others to melt the ice on his body so that he could escape the sickle of the Grim Reaper under the sharp blade and live to see the spring flowers bloom.
Everyone seemed to be in a daze, and Su Rouying's expression gradually became less and less real. Her fingers moved faster and faster, and a drop of red pearl flowed out of her fair fingertips, slowly falling down the zither rope…The song " East Wind " was at its climax, and horses galloped over from eight hundred miles away. There seemed to be the neighing of gyrfalcons in the Green Water Courtyard, hovering in the blue sky for a long time.
That tune was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and all the iron-blooded will was vividly displayed. Leng Suwan had heard Su Rouying's " East Wind ", but she had never heard it recently. It was so lonely, like the heart of a soldier, full of blood, but frozen by the sword light and the sword shadow, leaving only killing. The transformation of a soldier was so realistic and cruel under her fingers. This kind of tune was more suitable for Mobei. That place was also desolate, and it suited the scene very well with "East Wind".
Gradually, the music slowed down. It was a picture of a soldier at the end of his life. His gradually dried up heart began to miss the battlefield before the expedition. That unforgettable battlefield had long been wiped away by a bowl of thin wine and a plate of dishes. His cold heart was revived at the end of his life. In front of him were ancient trees, courtyard dishes, and occasionally one or two children laughing and playing. It was peaceful. It was just that in the last few broken sounds, it was like a stone thrown into the lake, breaking the peace. In the end, there was only one person lying on the cold bed. All the pleasure was just a dream.
" It was all set in stone when I created the East Wind…" Su Rouying said softly. The last word lingered in her fingers, and a sour feeling surged into everyone's hearts. She rested her head on the window sill. A breeze blew across the lake, and the ripples were sparkling. Su Rouying's lips held her unique taste. Her long black hair spread out behind her, softly trapping the boundless mortal world that only belonged to her.
"When I was young, I always imagined what it would be like when I was about to die. Perhaps she was snuggling in the arms of her beloved, or perhaps she was lying on a soft couch in a warm room and looking at her grandson by her knees. " No matter what, I thought it was good…I just never thought that it would be like this. In the end, the only thing that accompanied me was the 'East Wind' that I created for myself…" She said with a faint smile. She did not turn her head to look at anyone. She just threw all her feelings and warmth into the lake that had long been silent and without any ripples.
" Ran and I will stay with you..." Leng Suwan said in a low voice without any emotion.
Su Rouying smiled faintly and continued,""You've never treated me as your mother. You just pity me. Ah Wan, whether I owe you or not, I am still your mother. Ran…she might not have remembered either. She didn't just have one family in the Shiying Mountain Manor. She also…also had a mother…"
Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and when she closed them slightly, a drop of glass would fall from her eyes…Her pale face became peaceful and peaceful, and her lips were smiling. Her long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, casting a fine shadow on her fair face under the sunlight…The pipa in her arms fell from her hanging hand, and it smashed onto the floor with a muffled sound. It was an indescribable sadness…
White papers floated down from the sky, and the gloomy sky was covered in gray. The originally green lake was covered with white petals. The maids in green had a snow-white silk flower pinned to their temples, and they held a thirty-six-bone pure white oil-paper umbrella in their hands. They were arranged neatly in two columns. Leng Suwan walked out of the bamboo house in a white dress, holding the ebony memorial tablet in her arms. Her skirt brushed against the dilapidated door frame, drawing a gentle arc. The white boots with soft silk soles stepped on the pontoon bridge, making a rough creaking sound as if they were stepping on dead branches. Leng Suran was also dressed in mourning clothes, her small body following closely behind Leng Suwan. She lowered her head and didn't say a word, holding her lute tightly in her arms.
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