In the middle of the night, as usual, she habitually drilled into his warm embrace, but there was no warmth on his body, his body was cold, and the limbs of his tentacles were stiff.

She was shocked and screamed 'Someone'.

The boudoir was brightly lit and bright, and Wei Chun's bloodless blue and purple face was even more obscure and lifeless.

She held his body and shook it desperately, and when the doctor came, after checking it, she shook her head at her and said, 'Childe has gone'.

It's just a bolt from the blue!

She still couldn't believe it, and her cry pierced the sky.

She suspected that it was Wei Qi who killed her husband, and it was Wei Chun who killed her.

After the medical silver needle examination, the government denied that Wei Chun died of poisoning.

Soon, the imperial physician came to the palace, and along with the imperial physician, there was also Wei Qi, the king of Wei.

After the imperial doctor examined Wei Chun's body, he gave them an answer: excessive alcohol was a sudden death from a stroke.

She rushed forward in a gaffe, picked up a porcelain bottle on the desk and smashed it into the head of the imperial doctor.

The porcelain shattered, blood splattered, and the Imperial Physician collapsed.

"Foul language insults my husband's reputation, and he should be cut with a thousand cuts!" She screamed, trembling, barely able to stand.

Wei Chun, her husband, the biggest reliance in her life, died suddenly and without warning, and her sky collapsed.

Her tears flowed uncontrollably like beads of broken thread, almost draining all the water in her body.

She knew that Wei Chun's death must be inseparable from Wei Qi.

She didn't plan to live alone, so she had no scruples, and scolded Wei Qi angrily in a hoarse voice: "Dull Jun, it was you who hurt my husband, it was you who killed him, you narrow-minded villain, you are not worthy of being the king of the people of Wei, you must not die well, you must not die well!" ”

Her words made everyone's faces tremble.

Wei Qi was also pale, but he didn't attack her, but endured it, just when she couldn't stand the blow and talked nonsense in confusion, let the servant girl who served in Pingsuli take care of her.

After Wei Chun began to be buried, she guarded a coffin all day long, like a walking corpse.

Many princes and noblewomen came to persuade her to mourn, but how could she mourn?

He died, and her heart died with it.

How can a person live if his heart dies?

She had already made up her mind, and when Wei Chun's first seven and his soul returned, she would go with him.

On the first seven days, she bathed and changed her clothes early, arranged a sacrifice to be offered, and after sending off the last guest of condolences, she hugged his coffin and cried her grievances and grievances, and then took advantage of the maidservants around her to ignore it, and hit the coffin heavily.

A loud crash sounded in my ears, and a red and piercing color of blood spread in front of me.

Jiang Ruotong woke up in a burst of heart-rending sorrow, and when she opened her eyes and sat up from the bed, she found that the room was bright, and she turned her head to look at the clock face of the alarm clock on the bedside table, it was already half past eleven in the morning.

She reached out and rubbed the corners of her eyes, and found that her face was full of tears, and even her nose was uncomfortably blocked as if she couldn't breathe after crying.

How could she have had such a dream?

Just like what happened in the real thing, in the dream, Wei Chun is still called Wei Chun, the son of Wei during the Warring States Period, Lingyang Jun, who was named the head of the four princes of the Warring States Period, and she seems to be the princess of Zhao State, her name is Zhao Xuan, and she is Wei Chun's wife, after Wei Chun was killed, on the first seven days of his life, he hit the coffin and followed him......

Jiang Ruotong was a little shocked by the absurdity of the dream, she gasped for breath, trying to withdraw herself from the ups and downs, but the dull feeling in her heart that could not be ignored was like a ripple of a stone falling into the surface of the lake at this moment, spreading little by little.

Jiang Ruotong didn't dare to immerse herself in this dream, got up, opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight couldn't wait to get in, she squinted a little uncomfortably, opened the window, and let the fresh air blow on her face, so that the sluggish and sad mood drifted away with the breeze.

After waking up, Jiang Ruotong went into the bathroom to wash, and when she brushed her toothbrush in the mirror, she suddenly remembered that Wei Chun stayed with her last night.

After hurriedly cleaning the toothbrush and washing his face, Jiang Ruotong opened the door and walked out of the room.

Home...... Well, it seems to have changed, spotless, clean, isn't it......

Jiang Ruotong came to the living room and shouted Wei Chun's name, but no one responded to her.

She took small steps to the kitchen, on the stove, there was an electric porridge pot, Wei Chun had already helped her with a pot of white porridge, and it was still kept warm in the pot.

When Jiang Ruotong walked to the restaurant, he found that there were a few side dishes on the table, all of which were refreshing side dishes suitable for breakfast with white porridge, and there was a note on the side of the side dishes.

Jiang Ruotong patted her head, thinking that she deserved to be the master......

Let the guests clean the house and make breakfast, and sleep until the sun rises, oh, what a ......

Wait a minute.......

Jiang Ruotong suddenly remembered that she had insomnia and couldn't sleep last night, so she got up and took a bottle of red wine back to her room to drink.

Later, she seemed to be drunk, so she shouldn't have done anything out of the ordinary or drunk crazy or something, right?

Wei...... Wei Chun shouldn't know anything, right? Right?

Jiang Ruotong rubbed his head, and suddenly felt that the sequelae of drunkenness began to annoy again, his head was heavy, and his mind was in chaos......

When drinking porridge, Jiang Ruotong has been trying to recall what happened after drinking last night, and some fragments that seem to be absent slowly emerge from the depths of his mind.

"Wei Chun, do you know what wine in the sky is the best?"

"It's been a long time!"

"Wei Chun, do you know what my biggest flaw is?"

"My biggest flaw is your shortcomings!"

"Wei Chun, do you know the difference between the stars and you?"

"The stars are in the sky, and you, in my heart, ......"

"Wei Chun, are you tired?"

"How can you not be tired? You've been running back and forth in my head and back and forth in my heart for most of the day. ”

"Wei Chun, I like you!"

"You can't undo it for more than two minutes."

"Well, don't withdraw ......."

With a click, the spoon in Jiang Ruotong's hand fell back into the porridge bowl......

"Ah......." Jiang Ruotong hugged his head, his face turned red, and he felt like he had no place to be ashamed, and he couldn't wait to find a hole to bury himself.