The day when Shen Liangchen returned to Fengzhao for his funeral was the seventh day of Chu Minghong's head.

Chu Changting wore a veil on his face, and went to the most prosperous street in Qingyi City early in the morning without a drop of water, just to wait for Shen Liangchen's coffin to pass in front of him.

It rained heavily that day, the first rain after Qingming.

The sun is surging, and the rain is windy. The vast sky pressed against the ground, tearing out a huge crack like a chasm, and the rain poured out of the crack, and the vast sky and earth blurred into a blue color in an instant. The slender and sharp rain line like a needle sandwiched the cold wind, brushed and fell to the ground, and then violently crushed into powder, stranded on the bluestone slab soaked in the rain curtain and water, never to be recovered.

The noisy but misty heavy rain lingers in the long smoke-filled street, and the Liudaoliang Mountain Range, which stretches for tens of thousands of miles in the distance, is hidden in the fog-like rain curtain, and the mountains are empty, like a boundless silver long line, isolating half of the rivers and mountains, isolating the north and south of the sky, isolating a rain dream, and isolating the long life.

The funeral convoy entered from the city gate, the sound of gongs and drums was not high, but it resounded particularly clearly through the long street in the heavy rain, solemn, vast but quiet and restrained. With every step they took, they splashed several feet of muddy water. The sound of footsteps was deep, and every step, every step closer to Chu Changting's side, was like throwing Chu Changting's heart on the muddy ground.

She gently removed her veil, and the world in front of her suddenly opened up and became clear.

She wanted to take one more look at him, one last time.

The heavy rain is pouring, the catharsis is pouring, the long street is horizontal, and the silence is eternal. The cold wind swept through the corner of Chu Changting's skirt, and the plain white robe fluttered in the rain, and was hit down and hung down by the raindrops.

Chu Changting's mind was misty, she watched the pitch-black coffin pass silently and slowly in front of her, as if she had a spring and autumn dream, the dream was a gentle August, the sound of silk and bamboo, she danced in the main hall, and poured him a lifetime of time. In the broken light, she saw in a trance that a cup of wine in the Qiankun Palace gave marriage, the sweet and sour rock sugar gourd in the scorching summer inn, the fluorescent sky in the Firefly Valley expressed her heart, and the city tower triumphantly took her into her arms, and on the wedding day, she promised to break the wooden comb for ten miles......

With a bang, everything shattered like droplets of water in front of him.

Struggling, falling, crashing.

In the past, the scenery was infinitely ten miles of red makeup, and gradually faded into ten miles of vegetarian.

Ten miles of vegetarian, long song should cry.

Most of the people who rushed to see him off had already knelt down, weeping silently to see off this general who had made great achievements in the war and brought peace to Tianzhuo. Chu Changting stood in the center of the crowd, looking at the coffin with a misty look in his eyes.

Immediately, she knelt down slowly and solemnly.

One worship, to the north, worship heaven and earth, worship the splendid mountains and rivers.

Two worships, to Feng Zhao, worship the high hall, worship the emperor and the queen of heaven.

Three bows, to the coffin, husband and wife to worship, worship the husband and the cold bones.

Courtesy.

The coffin slowly passed in front of her, Chu Changting straightened her waist, and the raindrops slid down the tip of her nose. She turned slightly, and leaned down again solemnly and slowly, inch by inch, in the direction of the coffin.

Four worships, worship the husband, under the Yellow Spring, on the bank of the Lechuan River, by the bridge, don't want, don't want......

Don't forget me.

She finally burst into tears.

The rain wet his clothes, drowning all his feelings and sorrows, and drowning his heart's words in the sound of splashing.

She didn't have an umbrella, because she knew that the world was like a tide, and she would be drowned in the end.

The people who saw them off gradually left, and the remaining people became more and more sparse. The rain was weakening, and Chu Changting, who was wet, got up, there were still a little raindrops on her damp eyelashes, and the fine hair was sticking to the sides of her cheeks, a little embarrassed. She looked up, and suddenly saw a hundred-faced fan in plain white linen clothes on the other side of the street.

The rare non-application of powder dai allowed Chu Changting to clearly see the facial features of the hundred-faced fan for the first time, and also saw the hundred-faced fan for the first time, revealing sincere emotions born in the heart and in the eyes.

She was sad, and although she tried her best to hide it, she still showed the kind of sadness that almost wanted to tear her body apart, and then erupted from the cracks in her body. Under the knife-like eyelids, a pair of hanging triangular eyes were filled with tears.

Chu Changting was stunned for a moment, not because of the true emotions revealed by the hundred-faced fan at the moment, but because she suddenly felt that the face of the hundred-faced fan without makeup was somewhat similar to Shen Liangchen. Especially the indescribable charm hidden in those eyebrows and eyes, if the half-drooping eyelids that were cut by a knife were replaced with the same double eyelids as Shen Liangchen, so as to reveal the complete and beautiful eyes, it would be almost identical.

Under the gloom and gloom, the sorrow flowing under the pupils of the hundred faces was restrained and clear, and it struck Chu Changting's heart clearly and heavily. Watching the hundred faces fan get up, step by step and reluctantly leaving, her heart trembled, first left her appearance behind, and then wanted to catch up and ask her brother's whereabouts, but the afterglow swept to a corner of the azure oil-paper umbrella that seemed to be slightly exposed in the clear waves, and under the umbrella was Su He, who stood as jade as a beautiful bamboo. He was a few feet away from her, and he didn't notice the existence of Chu Changting, and he was also looking at the hundred-faced fan with complicated eyes today, and there was a slight heaviness in his pursed lips.

Something flashed in his heart, but Chu Changting did not accurately capture the premonition in the dark. Then he turned his head to look for the hundred-faced fan, but found that it was just this moment, but she had quickly disappeared at the end of the long street.

Chu Changting couldn't bear to let go of this opportunity, and wanted to catch up in the direction where the hundred-faced fan disappeared, but someone grabbed her arm, and an umbrella hit her head, Chu Changting anxiously wanted to shake off the man's hand, but the strength was very tight, and no matter how Chu Changting broke free, he was indifferent. In a slight annoyance, Chu Changting wanted to turn around and scold, but saw Mei Xiang standing there expressionlessly, half of her body wet in order to give her an umbrella.

"Let go! I'm going to find out where my brother is! Chu Changting glared at Mei Makeup, and for the first time in his life, he showed an angry face to the maid beside him.

"The hundred-faced fan uses light work, how can the young lady chase it." Mei Xiang stared at Chu Changting, she had just sent Shen Liangchen's coffin back to Fengzhao, her heart was gloomy, and she was already dissatisfied with Chu Changting, her tone was a little stiff at the moment, and her eyes burned with scorching flames.

The bottom of Chu Changting's eyes was covered with frost, and his gaze was as cold as cold water, and he poured his burning gaze straight on. She gritted her teeth, anger dyed the tips of her eyebrows, and said word by word: "If you can't catch up, won't you chase it?" ”

The two exchanged eyes, and the eyes that were always bright were like cold stars, and the eyes that were always cold were like rolling flames. Ice and fire collide, and in an instant, it seems that there are waves surging like high-rise buildings facing the scorching sun, surging majestic, rolling waves dyeing warm, red sun soaking cold, tide and gale-like howling, sweeping all over the gravel, breathtaking.

The roaring storm was raging, but it was weighed down by the smell of astringent green leaves that rushed in. The two of them were disturbed by the smell of green leaves that suddenly poured into their chests, and at the same time, they looked back and saw Su He standing beside them, as clear as before, and when they looked at their entangled hands, their eyes were complicated and indescribable.

"Two girls, it's raining heavily outside, don't catch the cold, go back to your house and rest as soon as possible." Su He's voice is clear, like a hibiscus that does not grow out of the water, with a lustre, which makes people feel that the troubles in their hearts are like filth and can be thrown away, and it is not worth bothering.

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly fell on Chu Changting's soaked green silk and white dress, seeing that the tips of her wet hair were still dripping, her brows frowned imperceptibly, and when she looked at Mei Makeup, she happened to see her dry half of her body, so her eyes couldn't help but be a little gloomy. He hadn't seen where Chu Changting and Mei Xiang were standing before, and he didn't know that Chu Changting and Mei Xiang weren't together just now. He only thought that Mei Xiangsheng was watching Chu Changting drenched in the rain, but he was holding an umbrella intact. Thinking of the poisonous needle that entered the wood yesterday, the gaze that looked at Mei Makeup was even more chilling.

The hundred-sided fan has already gone away, and Chu Changting has no intention of chasing it anymore. She bowed slightly and said, "Thank you for your kindness." After that, he covered his face and sneezed carefully, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly, like a light rain dragonfly wetting its thin wings, like a weak willow with a thin waist to support the wind. Su He's eyes shrank, looking at the face that was the same as his sister's flush with wet heat, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly put down the umbrella, and thoughtfully untied the moon-white cloak on his body and put it on Chu Changting. Chu Changting was taken aback by his sudden move, and subconsciously took a step back. After feeling Chu Changting's evasion, Su He's body stiffened, but he still tied a cloak for her, and when he picked up the umbrella and raised it, his body was already half wet.

"Thank you, thank you, Childe." Chu Changting bowed his head slightly and hurriedly thanked him. Her eyes flashed, and layers of clouds floated under her eyes, she suddenly raised her head to look at Su He, and said, "Childe, I'm afraid I'm infected with the wind and cold today." He tilted his head to look at Mei Makeup again, and continued, "So I won't sleep in the same room with Mei Makeup for now." Let's arrange another room for Mei Makeup. ”

The drizzle flies diagonally, making a rustling sound on the umbrella. Mei Makeup stood silently under the umbrella, while her body was still soaked in the rain, trembling slightly. Accustomed to the plum makeup of Chu Changting, who relied on her own protection in the past, she was a little at a loss at this time, she looked at Chu Changting stiffly and strangely, her eyes were deep, and the sharp light of the falcon flashed, and the Adam's apple squirmed slightly.

Chu Changting's words were in line with Su He's thoughts at this time, after thinking about it all night last night, he had decided to abandon what he thought was a little dirty before, and wanted to save Chu Changting's life. Therefore, he immediately agreed at this moment, and after returning to the house, he hurriedly sent someone to vacate a room that seemed close to Chu Changting's residence, but was actually surrounded by a circle between him and Su Miao.

Mei Xiang didn't say anything and moved away. When Chu Changting was alone in the room, she stood silently in front of the desk, tilting her head down, and looking at the three deep holes in the table legs with deep eyes, as well as the jet-black color around the holes that was incompatible with the brown and yellow of the logs.

She had found three poisonous needles embedded in the legs of the table last night, only to find them missing when she woke up this morning. She first remembered that she had seen Mei Makeup use this poisonous needle as a hidden weapon, and then she was shocked to remember that she had slumped in front of the table leg yesterday, facing Mei Makeup.

Chu Changting was silent on the surface, but he was already suspicious of Mei makeup in his heart. Although she was swaying, for the sake of safety at this time, she still took advantage of just the right typhoid fever to take away the plum makeup, and she felt that the tiger wolf on her side was finally no longer close, and she gasped slightly.

Chu Changting didn't understand why Mei Xiang suddenly had murderous intentions towards her.

She sat on the chair, took out the broken comb that she had always cherished in her arms, put it in her hand and rubbed it slowly, tears dripping down the delicate lines of the wooden comb, infiltrating the fine willow pavilion.

Maybe she has a vague answer in her heart, but she doesn't want to think deeply, and she doesn't want to torture her weak nerves in the mire of love and worldliness.