This sound can be regarded as the full number of courtesies.

Cui Wan's face suddenly turned red, she came to see her wife, but she didn't expect to see her future husband. She lowered her eyes and looked shy: "Good adults." ”

Tangerine Sugar had red eyes, looking at everything in front of him, and his nails were scratching at him.

She knew that it was the lady who made an appointment with Miss Cui, and she also knew that it had nothing to do with the son, but as long as she thought about it, the lady's bones were not cold, and the son would be with others...... Her heart was like a knife.

How can the son be so indifferent to the death of the mother?

Wife...... Love him so much.

Xie Wanwan glanced at Cui Wan lightly, handed the post back, and Cui Wan's red face suddenly turned white. She raised her eyes and looked at the cold and lonely adult opposite, still trembling, revealing her wish.

"The little girl has been married for several years, and has not been married. A few days ago, my wife came to me and told me that if I didn't mind her being a wife for the time being, I could welcome me into the house with the courtesy of a concubine. I, I love my lord, and I answer my wife. I came today to see my wife. ”

The orange sugar lip has bitten out blood, even if the lady really said this, Cui Wan said it in front of the son, what is it? Her eyes were red, but she suddenly remembered that the lady had fallen into the lake and died before she had eaten her dumplings.

She didn't want to listen anymore, so she abandoned the so-called etiquette and turned away.

Facing Xie Wanwan, Cui Wan lowered her head, exposing her fair neck just right.

Xie Yuwan looked at her calmly: "What is temporary?" ”

Cui Wan's heart jumped, thinking that she had made the right bet: "Mrs. said that she fell into the water when she was a child, broke her body, and had difficulty giving birth all her life." She felt guilty, so she sought me, and knew that with my identity, she could not be subordinate to her, so when I gave birth to an heir, she would invite herself to come down to the court and give me the position of the prime minister's wife. I love adults, even as a concubine, and I am willing. ”

Xie Yuwan listened to her quietly, and then said flatly: "What is your identity?" ”

Cui Wan was stunned, and saw the noble son who had always been polite to others, and sneered.

"What is your identity as the concubine of a prince who relied on the death of her eldest brother's military exploits to steal her life?"

Cui Wan's face turned white directly, and she was dazed for a moment, then covered her face and ran out.

Xie Yuwan looked at the invitation, and the words on it were written by him late at night, holding her hand and teaching her to practice one stroke at a time. Did you write this kind of thing?

He seemed to be annoyed with her as usual.

But after seeing the vast wind and snow outside, I suddenly remembered that she was dead. His back straightened, and his hand almost crushed the paper, but in the end, it only faintly let go of his hand.

Holding an umbrella, he walked calmly on the way back to the study.

The wind and snow passed by him, and he looked to the empty side, and the hand holding the umbrella paused.

When he returned to the study, he saw Tangerine Candy standing in the doorway.

She seemed to have been crying for a long time, and only then did she stop sobbing and look at him with red eyes.

His eyes flickered, and he didn't show much mercy in his eyes, and pierced her.

"You came to the study to look for me, so that I could go and make Cui Wan die. Now that Cui Wandang is completely dead, why are you crying again? ”

His voice was calm, but a little dazed.

He didn't even look at Tangerine, just at a corner of the study. It's like, what he asked, was never orange candy.

Tangtang didn't answer this question, but just learned a little bit of the calm she hated, and said softly in a dumb voice: "The lady has been dead for a day, and the news hasn't spread yet, what does the son want?" ”

Xie Yuwan's long eyes were half raised, the wind and snow fell between his eyelashes, and the cold touch melted into his glass-like eyes, he was in the wind and snow, standing tall and jade, and said lightly: "Then spread it out, set up the mourning hall, and then according to the rules of the moment, keep the spirit for seven days, and then bury it after seven days." ”

He didn't seem to look at Tangtang Candy again, just stood quietly, in the middle of the snow.

The small room stained with charcoal fire was clearly distinguished from him by a door.

He glanced at the coffin as the guards brought it, and then watched as Orange Candy stepped into the chamber he had never set foot in.

He stood outside the door, quietly watching.

He also remembered that when he was a young man, he stole a pot of wine from under the master's tree, and when he only tasted it, he was bitter and frowned.

The coffin was carried, and as it passed by him, everyone saluted him. He stood on the top of the steps, looking at the coffin, slowly disappearing into the wind and snow.

Tangerine Candy stood by the coffin, and for some reason, glanced back at her.

In the wind and snow, even the tall and straight figure of the son has become small and thin. Gradually, she couldn't see Childe anymore, I don't know if Childe turned around, or if the wind and snow were blind.

She didn't look back, just tears dripping from her eyes.

Tears slid down her face, from warm to cold, like dumplings that the lady didn't come to eat that day.

She held on to the coffin and walked forward in a panic, thinking.

The lady is also a liar, they are clear, there is only the one who missed the winter solstice.

*

The next seven days.

Snow-white lanterns were hung in the house, and they were fluttering like snow in the sky.

There is also a well-built mourning hall, which is much more exquisite and wonderful than the one that Jiang Wu and Xiaochun built for their aunt in the past. Even the coffin of that day was a fine soothing wood, and only a small piece was worth a fortune.

This funeral, from beginning to end, was so that people couldn't find the slightest mistake.

If you want to be picky, people who know something inside will only mumble in a low voice, I heard that the lady of this family did not enter the ancestral tomb of the Xie family in the end, and after a hundred years, it will be difficult to be buried with the prime minister.

A man whispered and asked where the lady's grave had been placed.

Knowing that the person shook his head deeply, and then lowered his voice softly and softly, I heard that it was a useless mansion in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and on weekdays, Mrs. and adults don't go there.

While speaking, everyone sighed, and sure enough, you can't just look at the surface of things. No matter how grand this funeral is, if it doesn't enter the ancestral grave, how can it be regarded as a grateful housewife. After a hundred years, they can't be buried together.

For a while, rumors were everywhere in Chang'an City, but after a while, there were new fun things to make fun of, so there were new rumors in the city, and such old things disappeared from people's field of vision like the snow that had fallen for seven days.

*

Han Cicada stayed in Shangyang for half a year.

When he returned to Chang'an, he found that white lanterns were hung everywhere in the house.

The cold young man frowned, there are only two people in the house who can hang lanterns like this. If it is a son, Shangyang Xie's family, it is impossible to be harmonious, and he is happy every day as if it is the New Year.

That's ...... It can only be Madame.

He took the news he got from Shangyang in the past six months and knocked on the door of the study. After a long time, a faint voice came from inside: "Come in." ”

He pushed the door in and handed over the things he had found in the past six months: "As Gongzi expected, back then, the adults were framed, and someone in the clan became ghosts. Over the years, Childe has been in power, and he has gathered most of the traces of the past, but I still found some, Childe, please see ......"

Xie Yuwan opened the bamboo roll with his fingers like green bamboo.

His eyes were faint, and he looked at him coldly, and Childe seemed to be a lot colder than half a year ago.

Xie Yuwan's long eyes were half raised, and his attention shifted from the bamboo roll to the cold cicada's face. His eyes were calm, and he asked casually: "Chilling Cicada, you have entered the dark guard camp, betrayer, what should you do?" ”

The chiller whispered: "Die." ”

Xie Yuwan paused for a moment as he turned over the bamboo scroll's hand, and then said lightly: "Unlike Tangerine Candy, back then, you were going to the Dark Guard Camp by yourself." The original meaning of the elders was to let you grow up in the future so that you could take Mo Huai's place. It's you who say you want to be someone who is more useful to me. ”

As he said this, he raised his eyes and looked at the chilling cicada.

Needless to say, it's a matter of the lady. Childe asked him to go to his wife's side to protect him, and that day his wife begged him if he could stay away, and he went far away, and when he reached the mountains where he could not hear the news, he stayed in a farmer's trap for the night.

When he returned the next day, he saw the fire that filled the sky.

Later, Madame went to look for her grandmother, and when he returned, she negotiated a deal with her. Madame did not agree, but he still hid the matter from Childe.

It's his fault.

Han Cicada lowered his head and knelt down directly: "Please give death to the son." With that, he drew his dagger and offered it with both hands. The boy who used to be as cold as the mountain water has now become a silent youth.

He no longer spoke of his betrayal, but offered the blade of loyalty in both hands.

Xie Yuwan looked at him lightly, and for a long time, a touch of disgust appeared between his eyebrows.

He didn't say anything more, just went about the paperwork on the table as usual. From noon to dusk, the cicada kept kneeling straight with the blade in both hands.

The blade was sharp, and the blade kept cutting at the flesh between his hands, and soon, blood spread from the fingertips. But his movements did not change in the slightest, and he still knelt straight.

In the middle of the night, when the blood under him finally flowed all over the ground.

Xie Yuwan stepped forward, leaned over, and pulled out the blade that had been carved into the palm of the cicada. I saw that the blade was five points deep into the palm of the hand, and even if it was taken out, the hands would be useless.

The cicada didn't say a word, even the moment the blade was pulled out, it still maintained its previous posture.

Xie Yuwan has seen him for half a year, and he has already become silent, he pushed open the door of the study, no longer said a word to the cold cicada, and walked towards the door.

Mo Huai appeared beside him and hung his head: "Childe, how to deal with the chilling cicada?" ”

The moonlight reflected between his eyebrows, and he raised his eyes to look at the white lanterns that had not been removed from the mansion for half a year, and his eyes were still calm: "Just drive it out." ”

Mo Huai's hand was relieved, this is ...... Forget the meaning.

When he arrived at the courtyard, Mo Huai retreated. Xie Yuwan looked at the dark courtyard, as if he was used to it, and pushed open the door alone. He didn't quite remember how long ago there would always be a lamp waiting for him.

The yard is clean, but lifeless.

At a glance, no one would think that this place is inhabited.

As usual, I washed up, lifted the quilt, went to bed, covered the quilt, and went to sleep.

As usual, in the depths of the night, he raised his eyes and looked at an empty place beside him. He remembered that day when he sent Tangerine Candy to Qingshan, Tangerine Candy's eyes were full of tears, and Tangerine Candy said, "Childe also has to live well." ”

He was amazed, and to this day, he is still amazed.

Why would Tangerine say such a thing to him?

In the world, people are born and people die, which is an inherent law in this world. Anyone dies, accidents, old age, there is no difference in nature.

One day, he will die.

And how can it be that when 'she' dies, he has to be good to live.

He looked at Tangerine's reddened eyes, and saw her burst into endless tears, and he was only surprised. At that time, half a year had passed, why was she still so sad?

In his spare time, he thought that in this life, he would be as difficult as orange candy once.

The son, who denied it in every way, didn't find out that he didn't even call 'her' by name.

He calmly treats everything in this world, sees the absurdity of the Son of Heaven, sees the remnants of King An growing day by day, he is no longer as before, to worry about the society in his heart, he guards the trust of his friends when he was young, and walks in the world alone for a long time.

Only occasionally, in the dead of night, when no one is around, I am stunned.

He seemed to have lost something, something important.

It's winter again.

He looked at the snow outside the window, and suddenly his heart ached.