Heaven's Beloved took the adoption manual of the sick apprentice

Chapter 97 Old Letter
Zhong Liqing opened the door, and Ranye was waiting outside. The raindrops from the soaked umbrella were still falling along the ribs, ticking, and they were not quite awake under the eaves of the corridor.

Baicang stood by the window, and Zhong Liqing slowly approached him. When the table was about a few meters away from them, they stopped.

"What are you doing here?" Bo Cang turned around and didn't look at Zhongli Qing. He didn't care when the wind blew and the drizzle wet his sleeves.

Zhong Liqing stood there and looked at Bo Cang. He carefully looked at the person in front of him. He seemed to be a little thinner. He didn't know if it was because the sky was gloomy and dark. His face looked very haggard.

There is a cool breeze under the eaves, and the wind and rain outside the courtyard are dark.

"If I don't come, will you continue not to eat or drink because of a person who has been dead for several years? Continue to be depressed?" Zhongliqing said in a deep voice. Although she didn't mean to be so mean, the sourness in her heart was unspeakable. In the mouth.

"Zhongliqing, do you have any heart? How did Ah Yun feel sorry for you before she was alive? You still want to say these things after she died?" Bai Cang suddenly turned around, lifted the inkstone on the table and smashed it, and the edge touched Zhongli. Qing's shoulders, thick ink splashed all over her body.

The heavy inkstone fell to the ground, making a heavy sound. It was still intact, but the ink was swaying on the ground, tracing invisible patterns.

Zhong Liqing stared at his instantly messy clothes, endured the pain in his shoulders, and chuckled: "She is very good to me, in front of everyone, very good. But she is dead, I made a mistake Is that true? After all these years, you still can’t accept it?”

Bai Cang stared at Zhong Liqing without saying a word.

Zhong Liqing didn't shy away from looking at his piercing eyes.

"Everyone can say it, but you can't."

No matter what, it's all her fault. Zhongliqing sneered, "So her death has something to do with me? How many times have I told you that I didn't kill her, but you still kill me, right?"

Zhong Liqing never knew what kind of person he was in Bo Cang's heart to make him hate him so much.

"It's not you, how could it not be you? Zhongliqing, how could you pick everything off with just one or two words?" Baicang hurriedly walked up to Zhongliqing, stepping on shoes with thick ink under his feet, and the uppers were splashed with ink during the day. A few drops of thick ink.

Bo Cang is half a head taller than Zhong Liqing, but he is very thin, and due to the torture he has put on himself during this period, he looks even more delicate.

"But it's obvious that all this has nothing to do with me, why do you stubbornly think it's me?" Zhong Liqing was filled with anger and didn't know how to vent it, his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes showed helplessness.

"Of course it's because I have evidence." Bo Cang suddenly said loudly.

Zhong Liqing was slightly startled, "What evidence?"

What is the evidence?It was clear that there was evidence for something she had not done.

Zhong Liqing suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Bo Cang saw Zhong Liqing still pretending, and laughed dumbly, "At this time, you still have to pretend not to know."

After Baicang finished speaking, he turned around and left. He quickly walked to the box in the inner room, took out the key and opened the wooden box. Soon he took out a small wooden box with dark patterns from the wooden box, and threw it on the desk.

With a dull sound, the box rolled twice on the wooden table and stabilized.

"Open it and see for yourself." Bo Cang said coldly.

Zhong Liqing was a little confused, then eagerly picked up the wooden box and opened it. There was nothing strange inside, only a piece of paper lying quietly inside.

The reddish words could be faintly seen from the back. Zhongliqing took out the paper under Bo Cang's sight.

The folded paper was opened, and the faded thin red font appeared in front of her eyes.

After Zhong Liqing finished reading, his hands trembled slightly, and the corners were wrinkled by him unknowingly. When the wind blew, the paper fell to the ground and landed on the dried ink.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Bo Cang bent down to pick up the paper that fell on the ground and threw it on Zhong Liqing.

Zhong Liqing subconsciously caught the paper. Dark red words covered his eyes, and a touch of blood filled the tip of his nose.

Trying to read all the words, Zhong Liqing squeezed the paper in his hand and didn't know what to say.

"What do you want me to say?" Zhong Liqing smiled silently. After all, she is not trusted. "If I say this is fake, is Zhong Liyun lying to you?"

Bai Cang sneered, "Did you actually use such a clumsy lie?"

Zhong Liqing stopped talking. She was completely defeated by Zhong Liyun's ridiculous lies.

Both she and Bo Cang knew that the handwriting was indeed written by Zhong Liyun.

"I'm leaving first. Go see Ayu when you have time. She misses you very much." Zhong Liqing threw the crumpled paper on the ground, turned around and left, and walked out of the room with her head held high.

The two doors kept vibrating in the wind.

Bo Cang bent down and once again opened the crumpled paper and flattened it, but the creases left by the crumpled paper could not be eliminated.

After folding the paper again and putting it in the box, Bo Cang silently put the box away and returned to its original place.

When he stood by the window again, the rain was still falling, but the umbrella placed under the eaves was no longer there.

Baicang suddenly thought of that winter seven years ago, when there was heavy snowfall, and someone suddenly knocked on his window, very softly and faintly.

If Bo Cang hadn't been reading at the desk by the window, he might have missed this Zhong Liyun's final work.

At that time when he opened the door, he didn't see anyone. He only saw large swaths of blood on the white snow. The bright red blood soaked the white snow and stretched all the way to the bottom of his window sill.

Baicang walked to the window, looked down, and saw a man lying on the ground, with no strength to stand up.

This person's face was covered in blood and his face was blurry, but with his familiarity with her, Bo Cang still recognized that this was Zhong Liyun's personal guard.

Xia Mo!

"Xia Mo, why are you here?" Bo Cang quickly opened the door and ran to the window. He looked at the man whose abdomen was still bleeding and felt a little helpless.

He wanted to help Xia Mo up and go to the doctor, but Xia Mo tightly held him by the hem and refused to let him leave.

"Don't bother, I won't survive. Your Highness asked me to give this to you. If you get it from me, your mission will be completed."

Bo Cang watched her wipe her hands lightly on his clothes and took out a clean handkerchief from his arms.

Baicang took the handkerchief from her hand, and before he could say a few more words to her, she had passed away quietly.

After Xia Mo's death, Bo Cang quickly had her body placed, and hurried to the palace despite the obstruction of his family.

Unfortunately, the snow was falling hard and the road was slippery. In the end, the moment the palace gate closed, I saw red snow covering the ground and corpses everywhere.

Bai Cang stood quietly outside the palace gate, looking at the vermilion door. He was isolated and did not have time to see Zhong Liyun for the last time.

There was endless wailing inside the palace gate, and blood flowed everywhere.

Outside the palace gate, the ground was covered with snow, and it was solemn and silent.

When everything was over, the palace was already a different world, everything had changed.

And Bo Cang will always remember the bright red words on the yellowed paper: Ah Qing, kill me, it cannot be trusted.

(End of this chapter)