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When their eyes met, Fu Bainan was startled and moved towards her.
"What are you doing here? Go back quickly!" Fu Bainan rushed forward and shouted to the factory guard behind Bai Yinyan in a low voice: "I asked you to watch and serve me. Is this how you serve me?"
Bai Yinyan grabbed Fu Bainan's sleeve and paused without speaking. He put his hand into his wide sleeve and held his hand. Fu Bainan's eyes paused slightly and he stood closer to her.
Fu Benan was very tall, and when he got close, he could only lower his head as much as possible to talk to Bai Yinyan. From forehead to forehead, Bai Yinyan saw a murderous question on his face.
The retracted sharp knife is willing to hand it over, the thin edge points outward, and the wielder of the blade will kill with a slight movement.
Strong steel is easy to break.
After looking at each other for a moment, Bai Yinyan shook his head gently: "I'm fine, I'm just tired." She smiled, "But I think you are more tired."
She rubbed the hand in Fu Bainan's sleeve, covered her mouth and yawned, swallowing what she originally wanted to say, a sentence Fu Bainan would never hear again in this life, and changed it to a plain question.
"Are you going to the palace later?"
"Um."
"Can I still go back home today?"
"" Fu Benan hesitated for a moment, but before he could speak, Bai Yinyan stroked his face, "If it doesn't work, don't force it, it's okay."
There was a lingering weariness in her smile, just like every day of the month in the confinement house.
Fu Bainan nodded, "I'll go back when I'm done." After saying that, he frowned again, "Why are you so sleepy and you got up again at night?"
Bai Yinyan chuckled and shook his head: "I just didn't sleep well."
Fu Bainan put his hand on her hair and touched her hair, then turned around and asked his men to carry a sedan to take Bai Yinyan back home.
Watching her get on the sedan, Fu Bainan turned around and walked towards the burning rack. After a few steps, a low call came from behind him.
"Yishu."
Fu Bainan looked back and saw Bai Yinyan leaning forward to wave to him. He approached the sedan, and Bai Yinyan reached out to pull down his upper body and carefully tightened the collar of his factory uniform for him.
When she was done, she couldn't help but yawned twice in a row, resting her chin on the back of her hands and leaning on the sedan window with her elbows, she said softly to Fu Benan: "Yishu, I'll wait for you to go home."
""
There must be more moving words in the world than this, but Fu Benan doesn't care.
At the beginning of spring, a great epidemic took the lives of nearly a thousand people in the city. All industries were depressed, and some courtiers also died of the disease. Although most of them are junior officials at the grassroots level, they are still short of manpower at the moment.
The Ministry of Personnel, the Cabinet, and the Supervisor of Liturgy jointly drew up the personal affairs ticket. Fu Benan and Liang Yuqian discussed it in private, and after submitting it, it was quickly approved.
There were personnel changes in the promotion of officials, and the network of relationships needed to be consolidated and rebuilt. Transfers back and forth inevitably required filial piety and fawning. Nearly a hundred factory guards died in the East Factory. Recruiting eunuchs to expand the staff was another major event. Fu Benan was so busy that his feet could not touch the ground. Waiting It was seven or eight days later that everything basically took shape.
Having not seen Bai Yinyan for a long time, Fu Bainan felt a little anxious.
It was almost dusk, and he finished arranging the day's affairs and came out of the palace to get on the sedan chair, thinking of coming back early to be with her.
Fu Benan was still thinking when he entered the house. Although he still brought back a few memorials, it didn't matter. She was always sleepy, and he had been busy recently. Although they could sometimes sleep together on the night before the moon, it had been a long time since they had talked seriously.
Crossing the screen wall, Fu Bainan walked straight past the saluting subordinates. The inner courtyard was right in front of him, and he unconsciously felt a little relaxed on his face and walked lightly.
He wanted to walk all the way, and put aside the court affairs. His mind was full of household chores. He didn't hear the sad crying until he passed the second door.
After stopping, Fu Bainan gradually started walking quickly, but the factory guard behind him couldn't keep up. His steps became faster and faster, and finally the light kung fu rose and fell. The courtyard door was rolled over by his hard kung fu, making a crackling sound and shattering the window screen.
The crying maid and eunuch knelt on the floor in front of the bedroom.
Fu Bainan stopped suddenly and stared directly at the people crying on the ground.
After a long while, he whispered: "What is this?"
An eunuch who was wiping his tears came towards his knees and said intermittently while crying: "Master! Master, father, mistress, sheshe"
"How is Ayan?"
The eunuch threw himself on the ground and cried loudly: "Master! My mistress is gone!"
""
Fu Bainan looked far away, as if he saw the group of servants crying loudly, and he seemed to be looking through the curtain at the woman lying inside.
After a moment, he laughed.
 But Bai Yinyan was already cold and stiff.
The dead will not accommodate the living, no matter what appearance, how tolerant, or how much she accommodated him during her lifetime.
Dead people.
She is dead.
A Yan is dead.
Fu Bainan opened his mouth and wanted to scream again, but he felt that his eyes were going black and his vision was blurry. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was inhaling hard, and there was something pressing in his throat and tightening his neck, making him suffocate.
Everything seemed to be running away outside the window, and the roar of heaven and earth shook the whole world. He was laughing, wreaking havoc, and screaming in his ears, as if the ghosts of hell were demanding his life.
His ears were ringing so much that he couldn't hear any human sounds, but gradually, the screams faded away, far away, and a sharp and extremely loud sound emerged among the explosive roars.
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It rings, rings, louder and sharper.
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Fu Benan felt that the world was spinning, and everything in the world was condensed into a blur of mixed colors behind his back, twisted, chaotic, and roaring with sharp sounds, but only the coldness in his hands was so clear.
She is dead.
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A Yan is dead.
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He can no longer lie to himself that she has fallen asleep. His Ah Yan, his Ah Yan, is so cold that she is stiff.
Climbing thousands of mountains and rivers, killing corpses thousands of miles away, he can't get back this little warmth.
She died in his home, on his bed, and he didn't even know why she died.
Fu Benan felt the blood all over his body was roaring and surging, and he was dizzy. He was in extreme pain. He suddenly knelt in front of the couch and retched. His stomach tightened, but he couldn't vomit anything.
He was drowsy and remembered that he had not eaten for three days.
He clutched his throat and retched. He wanted to get up but couldn't stand up straight. He kept falling down and kept pushing himself up again. The green liquid burned his throat and vomited on the pedals. He kept falling intermittently. Crawling, he finally went up and lay with her.
¡°¡A Yan¡¡±
He panted intermittently and called her softly.
The beast was in severe pain at the end of the road, with broken bones and tendons, and injured spleen and abdomen. It split open the skin, revealing the child wrapped inside who never grew up.
"A Yan, you can't do this"
""
"A Yan, you said you would serve me when you get old"
""
"Take me away, A Yan"
""
"A Yan, I don't want it anymore. I don't want anything anymore. Please take me away."
"A Yan"
"I want to eat sweets"
His voice was soft and trembling, without any nasal sound, but he was at a loss and his grief reached to the sky. He, Fu Bainan, had been beheaded in two lives. Only this time, he truly felt death.
Bai Yinyan tore open the layer of skin called authority on his body, pulled him down from the giant tree, and used the most painful method in the world to replace it with his name, chiselling it into his bones and blood.
His Ayan is dead.
In the cold sky, the goshawk screamed and circled around the world.
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