To Hold One’s Joy

  Chapter 236 Hug

  As the candlelight swayed slightly, the light and shadow on the scroll flickered.

  Luo Sheng put down the scroll, got up and walked to the window.

  The shadows of the screen window covered with light gauze are so vague that it is hard to see clearly.

  She stood there for a moment, then stretched out her hand to open the window.

  The evening wind blew in immediately, blowing her hanging black hair and sleeves and skirts of the same color.

   A young man stood outside the window.

  He changed into black clothes, which almost blended into the night, making his face as white as cold jade.

  Through the window, the two looked at each other for a moment, and the man said, "I found it."

   "My lord, wait a moment." After Luo Sheng said this, he walked to the east room.

   Wei Han stood outside the window, looking around the room.

  A pair of candlesticks are placed on the table, illuminating the room brightly.

  The interior is a common study layout, neat and elegant, with a Yaoqin in one corner.

  Can Miss Luo play the piano?

   Wei Han unconsciously had such a question.

  He has seen those hands holding a spoon, and he has also seen those hands drawing a bow, and he can't imagine the appearance of plain hands tuning a piano.

  Of course because of the distance, the layer of dust on the piano case was not seen.

  Luo Sheng went to the east room, and saw that Hongdou had fallen asleep on the couch in the outer room.

   "Red beans." She called softly.

  Hong Dou trembled her eyelashes, and opened her eyes with difficulty: "Girl?"

   "You go on sleeping, I'm going out to do something."

   "The servant girl will accompany you." Hongdou's head was heavy, and she was about to get up.

   "No, King Kaiyang will accompany me." After Luo Sheng explained, he turned and returned to the Westinghouse.

  Hongdou closed her eyes again, and sat up suddenly after a while.

  King Kaiyang accompanied the **** errands?

  The little maid got up and stayed on the bed, and ran to the Westinghouse with her shoes on.

  The Westing Room was empty and there was no one there, only the open book resting quietly on the bedside.

  Red Dou spun around the room a few times, sat down and began to daze.

  In these years, not only do you have to be wary of the cook, but you also have to be wary of wild men outside?

  It is too difficult to keep the position of the number one maid.

  As for my girls going out with men at night—it doesn’t matter, girls don’t suffer anyway.

  Hong Dou was depressed for a while, then felt drowsy, rubbed his eyes and went back to sleep.

   There is a reason for the girl not to take her, so she still doesn't worry about it.

  Luo Sheng followed Wei Han and left the other courtyard smoothly.

  Compared to daytime, the grassland at night is a bit daunting. The endless and open darkness has caused unspeakable fear, pressing on the hearts of those who are in it.

  Luo Sheng didn't feel this way.

  She only wants to see Chaohua eagerly.

   There is a dense forest in front of me, with branches stretching horizontally in the night, and looking from a distance, there seems to be a blurred and deformed figure.

  The wind is blowing, with a chill.

   "Is it in the woods?" Luo Sheng asked.

   A voice without fluctuations came out in the night, giving the illusion that it was not his own voice.

   Wei Han nodded slightly, with a bit of worry in his eyes.

   "Then take me there."

"good."

  The two entered the jungle side by side.

   Compared with the wind and grass outside, the forest seems to be quieter and darker.

  Because of the rain, the grass in the forest is still a little wet and soft, and stepping on it makes people feel more empty and unsteady.

  Luo Sheng stepped on it, shaking his body slightly.

  A big hand held her hand firmly, making her stabilize her figure.

   "Thank you." Luo Sheng thanked him hollowly, and withdrew his hand.

   Wei Han quietly clenched his hands, as if he wanted to grab the coldness left in his palms.

  Miss Luo's hand was too cold, so cold that he didn't want to let go.

  Walking deep into the woods, Wei Han stopped in front of a tree.

  By the moonlight, Luo Sheng saw that the color of the soil there was obviously different from other places.

   A heart seemed to be squeezed by an invisible big hand, and for a moment it hurt so hard to breathe.

  Her face became paler, but her expression didn't change much, she stretched out her hand to support the tree and asked the man beside her, "Is servant Yu Xuan here?"

   Wei Han was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

  Luo Sheng squatted down slowly, stretched out his hands to pick up the dirt.

  The big hand reached out and held her hand.

  Luo Sheng looked at him silently.

   "Let me do it." Wei Han took out a flower **** from nowhere.

  Luo Sheng reached out and took the flower hoe, and started digging without saying a word.

   Wei Han took out another flower **** and joined it.

  Because it had just rained and turned over again, the soil was very soft, and it touched something after a while.

  Luo Sheng stopped and stared blankly.

  What is faintly exposed is the straw mat.

  At this moment, she almost shed tears.

  Her morning flower, committed to the jackal for twelve years, finally ended like this.

  The corpse was buried on straw mats, without even a thin coffin.

   Wei Qiang!

   She bit her lip, tasted blood.

   Wei Han didn't stop digging, and soon revealed the corpse wrapped in a mat.

  Luo Sheng took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to uncover the straw mat.

   Long messy hair, terrifying face.

  Luo Sheng withdrew his hand suddenly, staring at that face in astonishment for a moment.

   Not Chaohua!

  At that moment, she was overjoyed and couldn't help but look at the man beside her.

  He made a mistake, this is not Chaohua!

   This is Chaohua's personal maid, Qing'er.

  Perhaps Governor Luo was also mistaken, her Chao Hua is not dead...

   Wei Han lowered his eyes, picked up the flower **** and continued digging.

   Not long after, the earth pit widened and deepened, exposing another bundle of straw mats that had been pressed underneath.

  Luo Sheng staggered back a step.

   Another corpse wrapped in a straw mat appeared in front of him.

  Luo Sheng tightly clenched his fists, staring at the hand protruding from the straw mat.

  The delicate and gorgeous gold bracelet on her wrist was so familiar that it broke her heart.

   That was her gold-studded seven-treasure bracelet, and it was a pair with the bracelet that Chao Hua had tried her best to guard for twelve years.

  She stretched out her hand and lifted the mat tremblingly.

  She is no longer the noble and carefree little princess with her parents, no matter how difficult it is, she is not qualified to escape.

   Only face.

  The familiar face came into view, without the hideous distortion as imagined, and there was even a smile on the corner of his mouth.

  Luo Sheng stared at that face and forgot to react for a moment.

   Wei Han reminded softly: "Miss Luo, it's not suitable to stay here for long."

  Luo Sheng came back to his senses, his voice dry: "I want to confirm how she died."

   Wei Han silently pointed to the neck of the corpse.

  Luo Sheng looked along, and saw shocking bruises.

   Chaohua was strangled to death!

  Luo Sheng's eyes shrank, and he couldn't help showing anger and pain.

  The anger came overwhelmingly, and the pain also came overwhelmingly. The two huge waves roared and mercilessly drowned her, regardless of whether her slender body could bear it.

  A tear finally fell and hit the cold grass mat covered with mud.

   Then the second tear, the third tear...

  Luo Sheng thought for a while, she seemed to be crying.

  A gust of wind blows in the quiet forest, and the autumn leaves rustle and fall.

   But the forest seemed to be quieter, so quiet that Wei Han could hear the cry of the girl in front of him.

  The tears did not seem to fall on the wet and rotten soil, but on his heart.

  Miss Luo cried.

  Miss Luo looks... sad.

   Wei Han stretched out his hand in silence, and gently wrapped the weeping girl in his arms.

Good morning.

  (end of this chapter)