His decadence in the past two days is not entirely due to the death of Leng Xiao in grief, there are all kinds of emotions, but he really hates Leng Xiao.

He has also been thinking about a lot of ifs, if his father hadn't driven her back to her parents' house, if she hadn't killed Leng Zhenhuan, and even if Ah Pei hadn't been lucky for him, he hadn't automatically used the Turtle Breath Gong, then now Leng Xiao would be sitting in front of his bed.

Even if it is sarcastic to him, teasing him, and laughing at him, he thinks it is excellent!

His rough fingertips swept over the face of the little turtle egg, and said silently in his heart: Your mother doesn't want us two anymore!

Half a month later, Nangong Yitian stood up.

After returning from winning the battle for most of the year, he stood up for the first time.

Still not good at walking, but after a few days of training, he went to court.

When he appeared in the early dynasty, many officials cried.

This god of war prince of the Great Wei Kingdom, he can finally stand up again, stand on this court, and continue to shock the Rong people!

It's just that Leng Zhenhuan's henchmen hate him and are inexplicably afraid.

When the emperor saw his son walking to the court, he was so excited that he cried in front of the hundred officials.

After retiring from the dynasty, Nangong Yitian went to Leng Xiao's grave.

Buried in a hurry, the grave is a little shabby, a dirt grave bag, a tombstone, is Leng Xiao's new home.

Lord Wei said softly: "After all, this juncture can't be buried thickly, otherwise, those scholars will have something to say, those people are Leng Zhenhuan's henchmen, and when the court situation stabilizes in the future, they will give the princess a thick burial." ”

"Let's start building the mausoleum now!" Nangong Yitian said.

She can't sleep here.

What kind of feng shui treasure land is just a wilderness mountain forest.

Lord Wei said: "Okay, the lowly duty will be carried out in secret." ”

Nowadays, if the construction of the mausoleum is carried out secretly according to the specifications of the concubine's mausoleum and cannot be hyped up, it will take at least three or four years.

"You go back first, this king sits here alone!" Nangong Yitian said, and slowly sat down in front of the grave.

Master Wei bowed and retreated, but he didn't dare to go back, but guarded from afar.

Nangong Yitian stretched out his hand to touch the tombstone and picked up a pot of wine, "I'm standing up again, I toast you, Leng Xiao!" ”

Leng Xiao's two words made his heart ache.

He has endured many pains in the world, not as much as this heartache.

"I haven't had time to take a good look at you."

"I always feel like you're so strange, and I always feel like you've never been here."

"But the child you have borne me is real, and I have kissed you for real."

"Do you say there is a next life? I don't ask for anything else, I just want to look at you again and say a word to you, don't be greedy, one sentence is enough! ”

"I really hope it's just a nightmare, and when I wake up, nothing has changed, you're not dead, I'm not up."

The mountain wind is steep, and the trees are sprinkled.

He leaned in front of the tombstone and quietly accompanied her to listen to the wind blowing in the mountains and forests.

It was only after sunset that he rode away slowly.

Back in the mansion, the advisor Wuji was waiting for him.

"Lord Wang, you have lost a lot of weight!" Wuji said softly.

He sat down, "You ought to be glad for the king, who is on his feet again." ”

"Hmm!"

He stared at Wuji, his eyes cold and sharp, "You said that her injuries would heal quickly, but she died. ”

Wuji lowered her eyes, "She went with a mortal heart." ”

Nangong Yitian didn't speak, only felt that uncomfortable feeling came to his heart again.

"After the dynasty this morning, the emperor convened the ministers to discuss the matter of appointing the crown prince, and many old ministers recommended you."

Nangong Yitian didn't speak.

When he was wounded, many people in the court concluded that he could not stand up, and he was left in the cold for seven or eight months.

The human affection is weak, I can see it clearly these days, how many of the people who are coming to the door now are sincere?

At that time, everyone didn't believe that he could get better, not even himself, only Leng Xiao firmly believed.