The sound of jade pendants jingled, but only the audience gasped, and then the sound of the rolling wheels of the car.

"How did it come to be?"

Duanmu Xihua turned his head in response.

The black-haired young man in the backlight sat in a wheelchair. He was dressed in a moon-white silver silk dark pattern tuanhua robe, and twisted a string of Buddhist beads in his hand. The temperament of the whole body is extremely restrained, without the slightest edge and corner, warm and round. It seems that he has seen the prosperity of the world.

He looked up at her, and Duanmu Yuhua felt a deep sense of loss in his heart, how did he become like this? After seven years of separation, the young man in his memory is obviously proud and amazing, bright and charming.

"Long time no see, county lord."

"Also, King Nan'an."

He slowly pushed the wheelchair and meekly and modestly reached the back of the crowd, a small secluded corner.

The former Xie family, the head of the family. At that time, there were many people who were in a hurry, and no one expected that after falling into trouble, none of them would lend a helping hand.

Now there is only one Xie Jiusi and his nephew Xie Yuzhi left in this generation, which can be regarded as completely defeated, and only an empty name remains. Xie Jiusi was disabled after escaping death, and he usually did not attend any occasions again, and has been living in seclusion.

First, Princess Xie Yunrong of Nan'an is his aunt, and it is rumored that the aunt and nephew have a very good relationship. Second, this Changning county lord also had a marriage contract with him. In this way, seven years later, he can only be seen back in front of everyone.

The guests looked at the young man in front of them unscrupulously and whispered.

"Although Xie Jiulang is crippled, this skin is not broken."

"You don't know? Her mother, Miss Jiang, was the first beauty in Shengjing back then, could he not be good-looking? ”

"It's a pity, the county lord has to keep filial piety for three years."

"What nonsense are you talking about, the Xie family is gone, and his marriage with the county lord has long been over."

With this appearance, it coincided with the loss of his mother by the county lord, and he comforted and welcomed him on the side. Isn't there a play? ”

"That's a good way out."

“……”

Duanmu Xihua raised his head sideways, and swept the few people who were talking about it coolly. Not to mention that this was at her mother's funeral, she shook her fist, and Xie Jiusi couldn't take their turn to put her beak.

King Nan'an saw that she was not in the right mood, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the crowd with the handrail.

"If you are busy, go back, the hour is not early, and it is time for the deceased wife to be buried."

When everyone heard this, they lined up again to send some care and comfort.

"The prince's day mourns and changes."

"Take care, county lord."

"Cousin is precious."

“……”

She originally wanted to wait for Xie Jiusi to go to the city to bury her mother and relatives together, and she could also say a few words to him, what should she say. I was nervous, but when I looked up again, I found that I was thinking too much, and the man in the corner had long since left.

When everyone was gone, the person carrying the coffin said that he was going to be buried outside the city. Raindrops floated in the sky, as if it was a late sadness, but Duanmu Yuhua couldn't cry anymore. She just followed the coffin all the way, watching her mother's coffin sink into the ground.

She kept guarding, and the palanquin drivers were gone, and only when she and her father Nan'an Wang were left, she knelt down weakly and kowtowed deeply. It's cold, look up, she knows that this cold will continue, and she will live with this cold.

"Zhuzhu'er, let's go."

King Nan'an held up an umbrella, and the figures of the two gradually drifted away in the rain until they were nowhere to be found.

In the mist, a clear and curling Su Hexiang floated over. The white-clothed young man hiding in the shadows, holding a thirty-six-knot bone umbrella in his jade hand, a white umbrella coat, and a little red plum decorated with it.

Just a pair of gentle eyes, sparkling, foggy and empty on a rainy day, no matter how much you can't see clearly.

He threw away his umbrella and knelt down slowly in front of the tombstone in front of him, his white clothes were stained with mud, but he gave birth to a different kind of thrilling beauty.

"I'm sorry, auntie."

"Zhuzhu'er, I'll take care of her."

He kept kneeling, but the rain became heavier and heavier, and immediately someone held a hand stove and held an umbrella above his head.

"Childe is not in good health, and he is still raining like this, if he is sick. Taifu is going to chase us again. ”

He laughed loosely and shook his head.

"My aunt is the meat of Taifu's heart, and she has been separated from life and death since then. Now he can't come to see her in person, so I can only pay my respects. ”