"Biography of Wei Shuning" 2
On the morning when Lu Jieming tried to commit suicide, she had just chosen the material for her wedding dress.
The marriage had already been confirmed by an imperial edict. Although he was in a daze because of the woman's death, she still made all the arrangements for the marriage.
From the dowry list to the size of the pearls on her wedding dress, she took care of everything.
Her mother always teased her, "It's not good to have your soul taken away by a man. If you fall in love too deeply, you can't accept him having a concubine."
Mother and father have been able to respect each other like guests all their lives, never looking down on those warblings, and probably never pouring all their love into their husbands.
If you don't love enough, you won't get hurt.
Wei Shuning leaned on her mother's shoulder, "If you don't love him, why would you marry him?"
Seeing her mother, she still wanted to speak, but she had already taken a step forward and brought the chosen tiara in front of her mother, "This looks good! My skin is white, it matches me!"
My mother sighed, "As long as you don't regret it."
She raised her eyebrows out of sight, how could she regret it? It was a great blessing to marry such a person, not to mention being his wife.
She couldn't help but raise the corner of her lips and said softly: "How could a person like him not have a concubine? Don't worry, mother, I have thought of it a long time ago. Since it is a certainty, why should I be sad."
She is a pragmatic and ideal girl. She does not believe that men in this world will really love each other, but she idealizes her marriage. She does not seek to be a couple for the rest of her life, but she seeks to be the first wife of the man she loves. A hundred years later, sleeping in the same cave with him.
But she never imagined that the man she loved was so inhumane and cold. Once someone squeezed into his heart, he would like to die with her in the fire.
He was hysterical and desperate, living for her and dying for her.
Unfortunately, Wei Shuning found out too late.
He is a colorful snake, so beautiful and fatally attractive. He looks at it obsessively and reaches out to touch it. All he feels is the ice that makes his teeth tremble and the poison that hurts his heart.
At that time, the late emperor was still hanging on with his breath, and it was just a day or two before his death. Her father had already mentioned to her that the late emperor was interested in His Highness the Seventh Highness, and Concubine Rong was blowing the wind on his pillow. This was even more certain. Something happened.
"We Shu'er should be the mother of the world, it is the destiny of the phoenix."
Her father always kept these words on his lips, but Wei Shuning could feel that his father's ambitions went far beyond that.
She didn't care how far her father's ambition had grown. She only had one request: don't hurt Lu Jieming.
How could she have imagined that he wanted to die on his own?
When she rushed to the palace, the blood dripping from Lu Jieming's fingertips had not been wiped clean.
A crowd of servants were kneeling outside the palace. Prince Wang Fulu was waiting for news outside the palace. When he saw her puzzled look, he saluted and explained, "I have met Princess Shuhe. Your Majesty is sick and is really worried after hearing the news. He is seriously ill. I asked my servant to come over and take a look. The imperial doctor just replied. Fortunately, it was discovered in time and His Highness’s life is no longer serious.”
Wei Shuning looked into the palace, "Where is Concubine Rong?"
Wang Fulu curled his lips and said, "The empress came over to take a look and said that her life was not in danger, so she returned to His Majesty."
Wei Shuning nodded silently. She also knew a little about their relationship between mother and son, so she was not surprised.
"For that person again?"
As soon as she asked, she already had the answer in her mind.
She couldn't help but snorted coldly, "The man is dead, but we still don't let him go."
Wang Fulu looked at her quietly for a while, without saying a word, but opened the curtain for her.
Wei Shuning was stunned for a moment, then walked inside.
There were dark clouds early this morning, and I didn't know when it would rain. Wang Fulu made arrangements for the imperial doctor, looked up at the thick clouds, the smile on his lips suddenly dropped, and he shook his head.
Suddenly he looked sideways at Si'er and said, "Tell me, should we just indulge His Highness today? He was just a little bit away from seeing Xu Lianlang."
Si'er shuddered for no reason, his hands hanging on the edge of his robe clenched tightly, his lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
In other words, I don’t know where to refute.
He also couldn't imagine that there was anything else in this world worthy of Lu Jieming's nostalgia.
Wang Fulu raised one eyebrow, and the corners of his raised mouth were full of sarcasm.
He walked down the white marble steps step by step. Just as his figure disappeared at the end of the corner, he suddenly heard a cry, "Miss Xu will wake up. Your Highness must stay alive and wait for her. She will definitely be reluctant to leave His Highness alone." Down.”
Si'er spoke softer and quieter, getting choked up as she spoke, "She loves His Highness so much."
Even though he was as cold-hearted as Wang Fulu, he still paused for a moment, and when he took another step, his steps were a little frivolous.
"Really?"
The sound was too weak and disappeared when the wind blew.
……
Wei Shuning was mentally prepared, but still took a breath when she saw Lu Jieming.
This man always looked so dignified and arrogant. She could never imagine that he could be so weak.
How much force does it take to cut your own wrist and cut the blood vessels on it?
How long will it take for the blood to drain from his body?
He just chose such a tortured way of committing suicide.
A thick circle of gauze was wrapped around his wrist, covering the cold bones of his wrist. The back of his hand, the palm of his hand, and even his flawless face were stained with dried blood.
He was lying lifelessly on the bed. The snow-white tunic was too big on his body, and the collar could clearly reveal his high and protruding sternum.
Cyan blood vessels crisscrossed the thin and delicate skin, and the weak rise and fall of his chest became the only proof that he was still alive.
His extremely pale skin seemed to blend in with his snow-white shirt, and only his eyelashes were trembling finely. Even in a coma state, the frown between his eyebrows still could not relax.
She didn't know that in just over a month, he had become so thin.
Before she could clean up the dagger lying on the ground, she picked it up and touched it with the blood on the blade. A cut was made on her fingertip, and blood immediately poured out.
It was extremely sharp, and the burning pain rushed into her brain, causing her to throw the dagger subconsciously.
She looked at her hand. Such a small wound already hurt like this. What about him?
Except for the part tightly wrapped with gauze, there were other small wounds on his arm. They were not fatal, but he couldn't count how many there were.
Isn't he afraid of pain?
Wei Shuning couldn't help but ask herself this question. Or should I say that there is nothing greater than the death of a heart, and that heart has gone with that woman.
She sat down beside his bed, her skirt hanging around her feet. She leaned down and put her head on the man's chest. She pressed her ears closely and heard the man's heartbeat.
One after another, very shallow and gentle movements.
Her fingertips tightly grasped the man's soft skirt and said: "Lu Jieming, she can't come back, she is a dead person. How long are you going to torment yourself, a month, a quarter, or a year? ”
"Why do you want to be stupid with a woman?"
The man made no sound, only his bloodless lips moved. His breathing was heavy, and he put his arms on the waist of the woman in front of him as if he had exhausted all his strength.
His voice was as low as a sigh, and he was praying, "Sister."
"I was wrong, please come back."
His sudden embrace shocked Wei Shuning subconsciously.
Wei Shuning was surprised for only a moment, and then hugged the man back tightly.
This was the first embrace he gave to Wei Shuning. Although this embrace was not for her, so what, even if she was a thief, what she stole was the dead person's things.
Who would care about her?
But now Lu Jieming needs this hug, and only she can give it.
She raised her head from his embrace and moved closer to him. Her fingertips climbed from his chest to the corners of his lips inch by inch. The lips were visibly soft. Her heart moved and she couldn't help but hold her breath and get closer.
The next moment she was about to stick to him, she caught sight of the blood on his face from the corner of her eyes. She suddenly laughed, took her fingertips away from his lips, and wiped away the blood stains for him, "I'll let you go today. ”
"Get it back next time." She almost greedily enjoyed the time in his arms. Even though she was so thin, his shoulders were still strong and his chest was still broad.
Her heart was beating fast as she smelled his unique scent.
She thought silently in her heart, this is Lu Jieming, and it is Lu Jieming who is hugging her.
The ecstasy in her heart crazily occupied her brain. She blinked her eyes and looked at the man carefully, "Your good sister can't come back. She can't see that you have tortured yourself into this state. In the end, I still feel bad. You.”
Wei Shuning stayed by his side all day, from early morning to dusk, and then to dawn at night. She found a small place for herself on the bed. Lu Jieming was in a state of confusion and was too attached to Xu Lianlang. His empty heart was in Extreme weakness completely confuses sight and hearing.
The woman nestled next to him was equally small and slender. Subconsciously, he regarded her as Xu Lianlang.
He hugged her and once buried his head into the woman's shoulder. The chaos that arose in this desperate situation allowed him to temporarily escape.
And Wei Shuning wholeheartedly enjoyed the kindness Lu Jieming had given Xu Lianlang.
She enjoyed this intimacy, but was also surprised that the love hidden under Lu Jieming's cold appearance was so deep.
He called "sister" one after another and spoke out the love he had shared for many years intermittently.
Wei Shuning was so excited as if she knew his secret and dark corner, which was hidden deeply in his heart, but he didn't expect that this excitement would stop abruptly at dawn.
After a day and night of recovery, most of the man's high fever has recovered, but when he first woke up, his sharp phoenix eyes were still covered with a layer of mist, wet, dazed and at a loss, as if he couldn't tell the difference at all. The place where I am now.
Sickness covered his face. He pulled away from the scene in his dream, and his eyes gradually focused. When he saw the person in his arms clearly, cold sweat spread from his head to the soles of his feet.
He was so angry that he coughed out a large mouthful of blood, staining the quilt on his body.
He pushed away the woman who was hugging his waist tightly, and blood gushed out from his wrist that had finally stopped the bleeding, soaking a large piece of gauze.
"Get out!"
He choked and coughed, making him hoarse.
Wei Shuning was hurt by him, and she fell off the bed. She knelt on the ground, which could be said to be completely ugly.
Just outside the palace, the imperial doctor and the accompanying palace maids and eunuchs heard the commotion and ran in to check on the situation, taking a panoramic view of her appearance.
This extremely disgusting rejection made her lose all face, and in such a situation, so indecent, so ugly, she was used to being a proud peacock, her tail feathers were bald, and her self-esteem was severely crushed. on the ground.
Her face was burning red. After getting up from the ground, she closed the bed curtain again.
She looked at the angry man and started to speak indiscriminately, "You've woken up and started to recognize people? Who called me sister last night?"
"Don't you remember? It was you who hugged me first. You put your hands on my waist and put your head here." She pointed to her shoulder. She shrugged, "It was all your initiative. ”
She knew where his weak point was and poked in that direction.
She herself hadn't realized that the stimulation she expressed towards Lu Jieming in her words was all about Xu Lianlang, her love rival. Although she had never taken it seriously, it could cause such a big impact on Lu Jieming. harm.
Lu Jie was obviously on the verge of collapse. His face, as pale as paper, was forced to turn red. The corners of his lips were pursed so tightly that there was still blood flowing to the corners of his mouth.
The commotion was so great that the imperial doctor who had been waiting for a long time knelt outside the tent and shouted loudly, "Your Highness, Your Highness, don't be angry. Don't be angry."
The old imperial doctor spoke urgently, and his hands had already grasped the bed curtain, but he did not dare to open it, "Your Highness, let me go in and take a look. Your body cannot withstand such a big anger again."
After he spit out another mouthful of blood, Wei Shuning finally began to realize the seriousness.
He put his hands on the bed board and looked up at her several times. His lips were stained red with blood, bright and pale, like a lustful ghost dormant in the dark night.
Wei Shuning didn't expect that he would be so angry. She wanted to get closer but didn't dare. Looking at the patch of blood under his hand, she took a few steps back and lifted the bed curtain. open.
Large swaths of sunlight shone in, and Lu Jieming was stung and squinted his eyes. His eyes suddenly hurt. When he looked at Wei Shuning under the backlight, his eyes were filled with completely broken ice.
Wei Shuning was frightened by his sinister look. She didn't see the stool behind her and fell to the ground.
This was the first time she had a glimpse of the evil spirit hidden under the skin of this indifferent man.
Those phoenix eyes seemed to have given birth to a pair of hands, tightly grasping her throat, as if if she said one more word, he would snap her neck alive.
His gaze, if anything, made her afraid to look again.
Not long after, the late emperor passed away and the throne was vacant. The only candidate chosen by the late emperor to ascend the throne was the oral instructions of Eunuch Wang Fulu. The first and last dynasties fell into chaos, and all forces came out to compete with each other.
Wei Shuning could never see him again, and the rumors she heard were that he was not well.
No one could be found anywhere. Wang Fulu led people to search all over Kyoto, and finally His Highness Seventeenth found him in Wuxing Mountain.
(End of chapter)
The author said: It looks like there will be another chapter, and I feel that I should write about Lu Jieming’s six years of experience from Wei Shuning’s perspective, instead of writing about Lu Jieming’s six years of experience alone
In addition, I don’t know what to do with the chapter that I haven’t reviewed before. I’ll revise it and post it again.