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Yilanxuan's study has not changed much, but there is a spiritual bed in the middle, a spiritual position, and the spiritual seat is written "Xuemen Fan's pear blossom position," and there are flowers and new fruits in front of the spiritual seat, a small incense burner, a few incense sticks in the furnace, and a pair of plain wax burned on both sides.

Xue Dingshan stood in front of the spirit and stared at the spirit position quietly without saying a word, Li Hong and Xue Yulian looked at each other, Xue Yulian hurriedly persuaded: "Yunfeng, you must not be too sad," Xue Dingshan nodded lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Brother-in-law, sister, you have been busy for a few days, please go back and rest first, let the younger brother and Aunt Ning stay together for a while," Xue Yulian hesitated for a moment, and said: "Okay, that's the case, let's go first, you must take care of yourself," Xue Dingshan nodded and said, "Please go back," Xue Yulian and Li Hong had to take Shuangyan to leave Yilanxuan and go back to the room.

Xue Dingshan saw that Li Hong and his wife went, and only then did he settle down and staggered to the spiritual position, took a stick of incense and lit it on the plain wax, trembled his hands and inserted it in the incense burner, burned a few pieces of yellow money paper, and slowly came to the side of the spiritual bed, sat down on a chair where Dou Yuxian sat with the spirit, trembling his hands and gently lifted the covering towel on Fan Lihua's face, Fan Lihua closed her eyes tightly, her face was like snow, her temples were cloudy, her temples were phoenix, her beads were emerald, and she was a princely servant.

Crystal tears swirled in Xue Dingshan's eyes, but they never fell, staring at Fan Lihua's lifeless face tightly, and said softly: "Aunt Ning, I came to see you for my husband, not because my husband was ruthless and never came to visit you, just because I promised you that I would never cry in front of you, I was afraid that I couldn't help but dare not come to see you, tomorrow you will be buried, you and I will be separated forever, I don't dare to come to see you, I want to come to see you,

"Aunt Ning, I know, what you are most worried about is that my grief is too much to hurt my body, don't worry, I will cherish it, and I will never let you worry about me, just a good wife...... Alas, the future is long, the long night is heavy, you are alone on the long road alone, there is no one to speak, so how can you rest assured that you are a husband, you know that there is today, why bother to be suspicious at the beginning, waste the years, and now it is hard to release the previous suspicions, you and I husband and wife Qin Se and Ming, deep love is long, who knows that the good times are like a flower, the dew of the morning light, in just one month, you will kill yourself for the country, your red face withered, and you will be lonely for your husband, and the long night will be desolate for decades after that, how can you let me stay up alone in the lonely lamp, wife, good wife……”

Xue Dingshan's voice was very low, and as he spoke, he clutched the clothes on his body tightly and barely held back the tears in his eyes, and cried: "Aunt Ning, you let me cherish myself, go through calamities in the world, and then return to Xiandao when the calamity is over, do you know that the relationship between you and my husband and wife is the calamity I will experience in the world, if you leave, my calamity will be over, I should have kept my promise to accompany you back to the Central Plains homeland, but you said, you are afraid of the endless night, you are afraid of the storm, you go back to Xiandao alone, who will accompany you for a long night, who will shelter you from the wind and rain, It's hard to rest assured that my husband is really hard, my sister has always loved you, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, she will definitely complete it for you,......"

Xue Dingshan was lazy to eat and drink for days, his body was already very weak, and he was too sad, chattering while talking, and a burst of dizziness made him almost unable to support, and he lay down beside Fan Lihua's spiritual bed,

In a trance, he suddenly heard a gentle voice like water calling him softly in his ear, Xue Dingshan barely opened his eyes, slowly sat up and looked around, there was silence in the study, only a few pairs of plain wax were still swaying, the incense in the incense burner was about to be extinguished, and there was no one, Xue Dingshan stood up with the back of the chair, lit another incense, inserted it into the incense burner, quietly looked at the spiritual position, looked at Fan Lihua behind the spiritual position, recalled the call he had just heard, it was like a dream, and it was very real, it was Fan Lihua's voice,

"Aunt Ning, is it you, don't you worry about coming back to see me, since your heroic spirit is not far away, why don't you meet me," Xue Dingshan looked at the spiritual position and called,

As soon as Xue Dingshan's words fell, he felt a light breeze behind him, and hurriedly looked back, there seemed to be clothes floating outside the door of the study, Xue Dingshan turned around and walked out of the study, outside the door was an empty courtyard, a round of Xuanyue hung lonely in the air, the flowers and branches were sparse, and the night breeze was refreshing.

A gust of autumn wind blew on his body, and Xue Dingshan shivered, "Oh, is it because I'm too sad, and I look bad in front of my eyes," just thinking of this, there was a faint sound of opening the door upstairs, Xue Dingshan couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to Hanjiang Pass three times last year, and a thought flashed in his heart, "Is it ......?"

Thinking of this, Xue Dingshan hurriedly turned around and returned to Fan Lihua's bed and looked down, Fan Lihua was still lying quietly on the spiritual bed, Xue Dingshan shook his head again, "Impossible, impossible...... Thousands of people on the altar at the foot of Phoenix Mountain witnessed her killing herself, how could it be fake, not to mention that the spirit has been suspended for several days, how can it be surrounded by so many people...... Alas, is it ...... Is it true that she is reluctant to let Ying Ling go away, and is she still wandering in Yilanxuan," Thinking of this, Xue Dingshan involuntarily walked out of the study and turned the stairs,

Xue Dingshan held on to the railing and climbed the stairs, and remembered that a month ago, the hallucination downstairs when he recalled Lan Xuan on the third day of the wedding, he didn't expect that the hallucination would become real one day, and it came like this, the scene when Fan Lihua fell down in a pool of blood on the altar, Xue Yulian escorted her body and walked down the altar The bloodstained snow was stained red, and the scene appeared clearly in front of him, Xue Dingshan's heart that was already on the verge of death was painful like a knife again, making it almost difficult for him to walk, and he barely calmed down while holding on to the railing, Only then did he slowly go up step by step, and the scenes of the past flashed in front of him in the first month of marriage, and the ups and downs came to his heart, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but tears in his eyes,

Upstairs, there is a faint light between the windows, the various colors of paper-cutting on the window screen are still bright as new, the light is reflected on the railing and looks a little mottled and messy, the door is hung with a soft curtain of elastic ink, Xue Dingshan stopped, and suddenly inexplicably rose a glimmer of hope, trance felt that the curtain was provoked, still as before January, you are welcome to see Jiupin literature, any search engine search "Jiupin literature" can quickly enter this site, this site permanently provides free quality reading and txt format download services without pop-ups! Seeing Fan Lihua's smile, after a while, she trembled her hands slightly, picked up the soft curtain, and after the soft curtain, the door was closed.

Xue Dingshan slowly pushed open the two doors, there were seven oil lamps lit on the reunion table in the room, arranged in seven stars, a glimmer of hope in his heart instantly turned into ashes, he shook his head with a wry smile, Fan Lihua was killed, the seven-star lamp was for her to relieve her karma, slowly entered, closed the door casually, leaned on the door, stopped for a moment, slowly glanced around, in the room, everything was as before, but, without the hostess, it seemed lonely and lifeless,