"Lanzhu, you go out first, I'll change my clothes." Said gently.

Lan Zhu said: "I'll wait for you to change." ”

"I'll change it myself." Wanxi was a little excited, and her eyes were red like rabbits.

Lan Zhu was frightened, "Don't be angry, the slave will go out." ”

After saying that, he quickly retreated.

Close the door and stand outside.

Wanxi changed into a vegetarian and stared at the mirror in a daze like a wooden man.

After an hour, Lanzhu couldn't wait.

Pushing the door in, I saw that Wanxi was still in a daze.

The millet porridge on the table, and some side dishes, did not move at all.

She asked, "Why doesn't the young grandmother eat?" ”

"Eat later." Wanxi has no appetite.

Lan Zhu said regretfully: "It's all cold." ”

"I ...... I'll eat it later, okay? You go and get busy with yours first. Wanxi didn't want to eat at all, and begged Lanzhu a little.

Lan Zhu is a subordinate, where can she stand the master's begging for her.

Hurriedly bowed his head and said respectfully: "Where is the young grandmother, I am busy when I go out, if you are hungry, call me, and I will take it hot." ”

Lanzhu went out to wash clothes, and by the way, he also helped water the flowers.

It was noon, and the sun was very hot.

Wanxi was still sitting in a daze, and the food still didn't move.

Lan Zhu was anxious, but he didn't dare to say more.

Seeing Warlord Wu's personal entourage, Ah Si hurriedly entered the hospital, "Third young grandmother, the handsome man called you over, you want to ...... I want to pass through the mourning hall and put incense on it. ”

"Here we are." Wanxi sat stupidly all morning.

As soon as I heard the three words of the mourning hall, I immediately reacted and went out.

Lanzhu was puzzled, "What is the mourning hall, what is the incense, who ...... Who died? ”

"Third Young Master! You don't know yet, do you? "Ah Sidao.

Lan Zhu staggered back two steps, "No...... No, how could the third young master have something to do? ”

When I turned around, I saw a pale little face.

The red and swollen eyes of crying, and the plain white clothes.

Suddenly understood, and it was dark in front of me.

I was dizzy!

"The hour is almost up, young lady, go quickly, I will call someone to help Lanzhu into the house to rest." Ah Si was sweating profusely and said to Wanxi.

It's also strange to say, Lan Zhu is the personal maid of the third young master.

Hearing the news of the death of the third young master, they all fainted with grief.

But the third young lady seems to be fine.

With a calm expression, he nodded, and walked away.

When I arrived at the mourning hall, the Wu Mansion had already arrived.

The second aunt was crying while burning paper, "Heng'er, although I am not your biological mother, I have watched you grow up." Why can't you bear to leave us behind? ”

The third aunt is the most exaggerated, and she doesn't have much intersection with Wu Lingheng on weekdays.

The crying is called a sad heart, and the mourning hall is full of her sad and mournful cries.

Cry and tremble.

In addition, she is thin and thin, dressed in white.

She cried and trembled.

It's so cute!

The second aunt was too comforting: "Third sister, you have to take care of your body, be careful of the fetal gas." ”

"That's it, people can't be resurrected after death, so don't be too sad." Warlord Wu couldn't help but feel pity.

The third aunt was too teary-eyed and looked aggrieved, "But Heng'er is only sixteen years old." ”

"It's seventeen next month, and God has already treated him well." Warlord Wu took the third aunt into his arms and gently patted his back.

The third aunt was in his arms, and her delicate body trembled and sobbed quietly.

Warlord Wu gave the third aunt's personal maid a look, "Don't help your master to rest yet." ”

"Yes, Marshal." The maid helped the third aunt to leave the mourning hall.

"Third brother, if I had known that your life was so short, I wouldn't have been angry with you a few days ago." After Wu Cai picked the incense, he looked remorseful.

Seeing Wanxi wearing a white dress, she walked into the mourning hall.

His eyes sharpened, and he said coldly: "I think the third brother has such a short life, it must be this cheap broom star." What did the people who combined the eight characters think at the beginning, but they didn't see that she gave birth to a Kefu look. ”

"Shut up." Wu Warlord Dao.

"I've seen my father, I've seen my second aunt, I've seen my eldest brother, I've seen my second sister." ”

"Family, what do you want so many courtesies?" Warlord Wu personally lit incense and sent it to Wanxi.

When Wanxi went up to offer incense, she passed by the Nanmu coffin.

I couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and my heart felt like a heavy blow.

Last night's heavy rain, he was split in half by Hu Butcher.

In an instant, it broke into her brain.

She wanted to kneel down and hold the coffin.

It's just that above the mourning hall, there are many pairs of eyes watching.

She endured her grief and knelt down three times.

Wu Youkui bent down and took the incense in her hand and inserted it into the incense burner for her, "Brother and sister, lunch is ready, you can stay and eat with us." ”

"Yes, big brother." She is respectful and polite, and extraordinary.

The people in the mourning hall were incense.

Burned the paper money, after washing your hands.

The group entered the dining room in the house, and the table was full of vegetarian dishes.

Warlord Wu personally served Wanxi with vegetables, "Eat more." ”

"Yes, Dad." Wanxi responded with her mouth, and she didn't eat half a bite.

She was newly married and widowed, and it was natural for her to be sad.

Everyone didn't force her, and arranged Wu Lingheng's funeral at the dinner table.

After three days of returning to the soul, he went out of the funeral and carried the coffin for burial.

During this period, the people of Wu had to keep vigil one by one.

Warlord Wu said that Wanxi's body was weak, and she didn't need to do such a troublesome thing as guarding the spirit.

As long as she is in the room, she can take care of her body.

As soon as Wu Lingheng's mourning period passed, he published a statement in the newspaper to accept him as the righteous daughter of the Wu warlord.

At that time, someone from her family valued her identity and came to propose marriage.

Wanxi didn't insist, and agreed casually.

Although the whole person was confused, she knew what Warlord Wu was thinking.

On the battlefield of the warlord Wu, he kills people without blinking.

is a good person, I should be afraid that she will not be able to get married.

that she should not be allowed to follow the vigil, so that she would be a widow.

But I didn't keep a wake for my late husband, so it would be easier to remarry in the future.

But she ......

I don't want to remarry, I just want to follow one person in my life.

——

Back in the small courtyard, Lan Zhu was still waiting for her there.

Sent Lan Zhu away at will, and was alone in the house.

Look at everything here, it's the stuff he's used to use.

The shadow of her husband lingered in her mind.

I am accompanied by him on weekdays, and I get used to it unconsciously.

And one day he went.

She realized that he had become all she had!

Even if Warlord Wu said that he would accept her as his daughter.

In the future, find her a good family.

But she didn't want to, without him in life.

For the rest of your life, there is no hope.

In the confusion, she forgot how to cry.

I also forgot who I was, and my mind was full of his face.

In a daze, I don't know which cabinet to come from.

I pulled out a bright red satin horse and hung it on the beam.

Stepping on a chair, he hanged himself.

The satin strangler was breathless, but she was numb and unconscious.

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, "Husband, Wanxi is here." ”

Morgue, heavy rain, necrophil ......

Everything that had happened passed through my mind like a piece of ocean.

Wanxi completely lost consciousness and fell into darkness.

In that darkness, there is a river.

There were many, many people by the river, and there was a long queue.

He has a lantern in his hand and no facial features on his face.

It's not clear who is who.

Death......

Is this Huangquan Road?

She's dead!

Then you can meet your husband.

Her mind was full of him, one by one in this faceless ghost, searching for him, "Husband...... Husband, where are you? I'm Wanxi, husband...... Wanxi is coming for you. ”

The river was so long, so long, and she kept walking.

I'm exhausted, and I can't walk to the end.

Suddenly, next to the river.

One more, white paper bridge.

A few people with chains came up on the bridge and led them to the other side of the bridge.

Be......

Is black and white impermanent?

"Take me with you, take me to my husband." She had no will to survive, and only thought about leaving.

Those who heard her voice suddenly looked back at her.

The eyes are cold and terrifying.

She froze, not knowing what was going on.

A man on the bridge shouted, "How can there be a living soul here?" ”

"There's one less ghost in my account book, or I'll fill her in." Another humane.

Wanxi walked over slowly and approached them.

But someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the opposite direction.

Looking sideways, the man was dressed in a white Hanfu.

The clothes are flying in the wind, and although the face has no facial features, the silhouette is handsome and boundless.

She recognized it at a glance, this was what he looked like in the child's ditch, "Husband." ”

In front of him, it suddenly went dark.

Nothing can be seen, there is no bridge, there is no river......

"Who allowed you to die?" A cold voice rang in her ears.

Who......

Who is it?

She felt that her throat was burning badly and her head hurt.

The man with a cold voice seemed to be angry, "Didn't I tell you that I will guard you whether I am in the underworld or the yang world?" ”

"I don't want such a guard, husband, I want you to live, live with me."

Wanxi sat up from the bed, a red thread wrapped around her wrist.

Under the bed, he knelt down.

After Lang Zhong checked his pulse, he kowtowed to the warlord Wu who was sitting on the side, "Don't worry, the third young lady is no longer in trouble, and ...... Judging from the pulse, there should be joy. ”

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