Today is the first seven, and the old saying is that the first seven souls will return home, so Wanwan will definitely come back, right?

There are too many people, will she be scared to come in? She has always been quiet and shy, coming cleanly, going cleanly, and floating in the worldly dye vat for twenty-three years, but she has never wavered in her heart. Now that she is gone, I hope that the soul is not far away, and he is afraid that she will be timid, so that everyone will avoid it, leaving only one copper ring, and he has something to ask her.

It was dark outside, but it was quiet in the Yin'an Temple. At night, I only heard the long chime sound drifting in the wind and rain. The copper ring knelt in front of the spirit to burn the paper, he was still guarding the longevity, even if she only had a shell left, he couldn't bear to leave.

The person in the coffin looked serene, as if death was relief. He looked at her over and over again, unable to control his tears, and only now did he understand what it meant to have a dead heart. His girl, he knows every bit of her growth. He had hoped that she would grow up and marry her, but when she really condescended to rest beside him, he did not protect her.

This kind of farewell is going to kill him. She's gone, what else is he trying to do? It's too late to regret it, why did you rebel in the first place, even if you cut the domain, as long as the husband and wife are in one place, the coarse tea and light rice are also sweet.

He looked at that face, full of words to say, but he didn't know where to start. Choked up and sobbed, and every sentence of confiding was unusually difficult.

"It's all my fault, it's that I can't suppress the demons in my heart, and I have to make contributions. I'm too ambitious to climb you. I've been away for a year, and I haven't thought about you for a day, and I've thought about coming back to see you, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid that you'll blame me, and I don't have the face to face you. Now I regret it, I knew that this would be the end, what else did I want to do in the world! You descended from me at the age of sixteen, and followed me for seven years. But less than half of the days we spend together. How have these years been wasted so far, I thought it was time for me to compensate you, but who knew that it was too late, you didn't give me this opportunity......"

He wept bitterly, and blood and tears rained down. People don't regret it until they lose it. "I think" is often the source of the loss, "I think" how many splendid and good fortunes have been delayed, but unfortunately it is too late to understand, the Si people are far away, the heavens and the earth are no longer seen, maybe until death, she did not forgive him.

He stroked her cheek, she was most afraid of winter, but now it was cold. He took her hand, trying to warm her up, but she stubbornly clenched her fists, stiffened, and couldn't open them anymore.

He knelt with his forehead resting on the coffin, and whispered in despair: "Come back, take me with you." I can't replace your illness, at least let me stay with you......"

Tonghuan, who had been silent for a long time, heard his words, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, "How does the prince think His Highness has passed?" Indisposition? Do you think she died? ”

He raised his dull eyes, looked at her fixedly, and moved his lips, speechless.

Regardless of whether his grief was true or not, Copper Ring couldn't shake her determination to stab him in the heart.

She laughed miserably: "The prince is wise and wise, but he is pretending to be confused at this time?" How can a person who dies of illness have such a good face, it should be described as withered. His Highness could not bear the humiliation and committed suicide. She has three sets of red golden turtle button seals, and she took one group from the Meiji Dynasty away, and she never forgot that she was a descendant of the Murong clan until she died. The prince loves her so much, but he doesn't know her temperament? She is noble and self-loving, how can she be willing to be a concubine to the enemy? From the day you raised the flag, you should have expected this outcome, but you have been hoping for luck. You pushed her to the edge of the cliff step by step, not only that, but you also intended to let her make a fake picture and use her to mislead the emperor. She is such a person who cares about the world, but you forced her to become a sinner in Daye, this is a torment for her that life is worse than death, didn't you expect it? After all, she is a girl, lonely and helpless in Nanyuan, except for us slaves, there is no one who can speak. The vassal prince's mansion is reversed, and even the old concubine ignores her, how strong is her heart to withstand such persecution? You didn't think about her when she was alive, and now that the person is gone, what's the use of crying and grabbing the earth again? I advise the prince to save his tears, His Highness may not need your false mercy. I said this, the prince probably wanted to kill me, it doesn't matter, I just fought for this life, and I also want to cry out for my master. Under the nine springs, our master and servant reunited, and I will be her companion, so that she will not be left alone on the road. ”

The words of the copper ring are undoubtedly another torture with a thousand cuts. It's not an illness, it's suicide...... swallowed gold and died, strange and clenched his fists, it must have hurt a lot. What the hell did you do to force her into this situation! What you owe to her is not repaid in this life, and the only one who dies.

"That picture is indeed out of my selfishness. I know that you can't let go of Daye, and only by completely breaking with the imperial court can you really leave your responsibilities and come back to me. He hugged the coffin and muttered, "So I'm wrong again...... It's wrong again......"

"I'm afraid that the prince is not only to keep His Highness, but also to take revenge on His Highness." The linen reflected the face of the copper ring, she was like a terrible ghost under the lamp, and uncovered the bloody scar word by word, "The prince hates His Royal Highness for deceiving you with a fake pregnancy, and he is extremely discouraged, and he wants to teach His Highness a lesson." But the prince didn't know that His Royal Highness was really pregnant, but because of one blow after another, he was stillborn...... Lord Wang, your trick of drawing salary from the bottom of the kettle will not only ruin His Highness, but also the little prince who has finally survived. Do you regret it? Is it painful? ”

His mind sank into a stupor, and he felt that he was most dead. Blow after blow, the cavity has long been blurred with flesh and blood. After a long time, he raised his hand with difficulty, "You go, when the funeral is over, go out of the house with them." I know Wanwan is reluctant to kill you, and I can't create karma anymore......"

In the past, he was an invincible person, and he could bear a slave and a maid pointing at his nose and counting down. But now, he has no spirit in life, and he can't wait for the people in front of her to vent for her, and he will feel better when he scolds him so much.

At the end of her life, it was such a tragic situation, if he only raised his sword to apologize for his sins, and died too neatly, he would torture himself with ten times the pain before he could relieve his hatred. Brass Wipeed away from his tears, and he struggled to rest his face on the edge of the coffin, as if he could get closer to her.

"Wanwan, I remember everything I said before. I promised you that I would never be separated from you again in this life, and I will do what I say. It's just that you still have to wait for me to get a ride, and I'll die immediately, I'm afraid they won't send you well. He choked up and said, "I asked them to repair the tomb, and I will inspect it myself when I go back." During your suspension period, I will come to worship you, our husband and wife will get together less and leave more, and from now on, we will really not be separated. ”

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, and the chill penetrated into the heart. In the past, she would probably smile shyly, but not anymore. Her expression was forever frozen, there was no joy or sorrow, he deserved it for him to cut off his liver and sausage, and she would not be hurt again, so it was fine.

He waited all night, until the wind and rain stopped, and she did not return. Yin Yang Sheng said that some people can't go far because they still have worries in their hearts. Some people don't look back because they don't have any nostalgia for what happened after their deaths. The grass and wood ash on the ground in front of the door was very smooth, and it was used to wait for her footprints, but it turned out to be empty, and it seemed that she had really gone away.

The time to cover the coffin was already in place, and he was powerless to stop it. The seven-inch-long nails, accompanied by the hammer wielded by the eunuch, fell inch by inch, and he could only keep chanting on the side: "Wanwan, you dodge the nails, dodge the nails......"

All his love and longing sank into the boundless darkness with a few muffled sounds. Through the heavy coffin and intricate embroidery pieces, he couldn't see Wanwan's face, but her smile was imprinted in his mind and could no longer be erased.

The concubine means that before the tomb is repaired, the spirit is parked in the hall of enjoyment on the east side of the ancestral hall, which has been done by princes and princesses in the past. He looked at her blankly, "She is the eldest princess, and this is her mansion." Why send her to such a gloomy place? She's going to be scared. ”

His sanity was no longer normal, and the concubine cried sadly, "You have to remember the burden on your shoulders, where is there room for you to mess around at this time?" There is a war going on ahead, your son, your brother, they are all working hard for your great cause, do you have to go crazy here? ”

The concubine tried to arouse his ambition, but when he heard it, he was still untouched: "Fuck the great cause, my wife will be separated, whoever wants it will take it!" I just want to accompany Wanwan, serve her to eat and drink every day, and don't let her go hungry......"

He traveled thousands of miles, and his body was stained with blood and mud, and it was filthy. The once high-spirited vassal king is as bright as the moon at all times. And now? It's filthy and messy, and it's almost gone.

Tara stepped forward and squatted down, and said cautiously: "Master, the slave has prepared hot water for you, you can wash up and eat something." The dead are gone, and the living are not alive. Your appearance makes Your Highness feel so sad to see. ”

He turned a deaf ear, went to the altar and lit incense, and after a long time, inserted it into the censer.

Everyone had no choice but to speed up the process of repairing the tomb. His soul has been hooked now, and after the eldest princess is buried, he should slowly get better. But before that, no one could separate him from the coffin. He lived in the side hall, and all he had to do every day was to pay tribute and incense, and the rest of the time was spent with him. He doesn't care if people will rot and stink after death, in his heart, Wanwan is still the same as when he was alive.

He was surrounded by endless thoughts, and he missed her more and more, but she seemed determined to cut off all connections, and refused to even enter into dreams. He went to her spirit and begged, "Let me see you tonight, shall we say a few words?" ”

Every time there is hope, every time it is disappointed. She used to be so soft-hearted, but now she hates him. He hung his head and muttered, "You don't want to see me, so I have to go to you." ”

Half a month after she died, he remembered to go to her former bedroom to have a look. Standing in the courtyard and looking around, the carved beams and paintings are still in memory, and he saw her sitting in front of the railing in a trance and smiling, he wanted to catch up, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone, and the rest was the loss and sadness that poured into the sky.

He sat down in front of her bookcase, and the four treasures of the study she had used were all stroked in the past, and the inkstone was warm, as if it still had her taste. He wandered for a while, and then went to the side hall on the east side, the furnishings did not change, the color of the curtain was chosen by her and him, and the pattern of the screen, whether it was a peony or a butterfly, which made her think about it for a long time.

His body was much worse now, and the dull pain in his chest had become more intense since her death, sometimes flare-ups, often making him breathless. Moreover, he was tired after walking a few steps, because the daily diet was only enough to last his life, and he couldn't swallow even one more mouthful.

He sat on the couch and slowed down, resting enough to get to the dressing table, and a strange person was reflected in the mirror, no longer graceful, skinny, and even thought about himself for a long time, who this person was. After seeing it clearly, he suddenly realized, "It's so ugly, no wonder you didn't come to me......" He smiled, picked up her grate, and held it in the palm of his hand, "Wanwan, where are you going now, wait for me before crossing the bridge, don't forget me." ”

What he is most afraid of is that he can't catch up, but the tomb is not finished, and he is not at ease. Who else in this world can believe? Before the expedition, he thought that she would not be alone, but in the end he realized that he was the only one she could rely on. If he is gone, I'm afraid she will be left unattended again.

The boundless loneliness she had endured, he finally tasted it again. People are warm and cold, he keeps saying that he loves her, but he hasn't done anything for her. It's a pity that he realized it too late, no matter how remorseful he is, there is no Murong Jun in the world, she has let go of everything, she is not rare with him.

He sighed, hid the grate in his sleeve, and turned away, scraping something from his sleeve as he passed through Dobaog. With a bang, a mahogany box fell to the ground, and when I looked down, I saw that the purses and sachets all over the ground were all men's money.

With a buzz in his head, he watched for a long time, finally covered his face and sat down.

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