"No conscience, no conscience. Yuan Xing scolded Ruan Zhichun in the dust viewing mirror, "Zexi was so good to her when she was alive, she didn't even shed a tear when she died, she really had no conscience." ”

Jiu Mu slapped him on the head, "You are the one who said she was good, and now you are the one who says she is bad, and Yuanxing Gongzi is really a fickle son." ”

"It's good to have no conscience, I'm afraid she is too conscientious. Yue Lao looked at the dust mirror and sighed again.

Jiumu Yunxiang and Yuanxing looked at Yue Lao again, puzzled.

I saw that the picture in the dust viewing mirror was transferred to the small farm yard in Lijia Village.

It was late at night, and the lights were blazing at a few points in the wooden house.

An ethereal figure was reflected in the window, floating with the flickering of the candlelight.

Ruan Zhichun sat on the edge of the bed, using the light of the lamp, embroidering the purse stitch by stitch.

Yuanxing said: "It's all this time, and I still have the heart to embroider purses." ”

Yue Lao said: "Looking at her like this, it's not quite right." ”

Kugi asked, "What's wrong?"

Yue Lao said again: "Something is wrong everywhere." ”

Yuanxing looked at Yue Lao and said, "The old man is talking some useless nonsense. ”

However, it turns out that the nonsense of the old moon is not nonsense.

Ruan Zhichun was really wrong, she sat unexpectedly on the edge of the bed and embroidered her purse for three days in a row, but she didn't eat a bite of food or drink a sip of water.

On the morning of the third day, Ah Jun came to see her, she was still sitting in the old place for three days without moving half an inch, Ah Jun told her: "Miss, today is the day of the funeral of Prince Zexi." ”

"I know. Ruan Zhichun replied lightly, and the movements in his hands did not stop.

Ah Jun said again: "Isn't the eldest lady going to give him a ride?"

Ruan Zhichun said: "No, there are too many people today, and Zexi doesn't like to be surrounded by so many people." ”

Ah Jun sat down beside her, picked up one of the purses and took a closer look, which was seriously embroidered with the words "Zexi Zhichun".

There is more than one, and each purse is embroidered with the same lettering.

She is torturing herself, since she learned the news of the death of Prince Zexi, she has never shed a single tear, perhaps, the sadness that can't cry is even sadder.

Seeing her like this makes people look more desolate than crying.

Ah Jun looked at the purse on this bed and persuaded: "No one is there, what's the use of the eldest lady embroidering so many purses?"

Ruan Zhichun said: "Zexi likes it." After speaking, he pointed to the semi-finished product in his hand and said, "Look, this blue one is Zexi's favorite color, but I haven't embroidered well for a long time." ”

Ah Jun paused, and saw that the purse in her hand was obviously green, why did the eldest lady say that it was blue?

"Miss?" Jun looked at her and let out a strange cry.

Ruan Zhichun responded and looked up at her.

Ah Jun suddenly shouted nervously: "What's wrong with the eldest lady's eyes?"

She saw that Ruan Zhichun's eyes were full of red bloodshots, and the ocean was as red as if it was soaked in blood.

"It's fine, just a little tired. Ruan Zhichun closed his eyes and smiled again.

"Don't embroider anymore, you've been embroidering day and night for three days, and you'll be blind if you embroider again. Ah Jun snatched the purse from her hand and stopped her.

Ruan Zhichun looked at Ah Jun and prayed, "Ah Jun, this is the only one, after embroidering this, I will never embroider again in my life." ”

Nine hundred and ninety-nine, just this one, after embroidering this one, she has made a wish in this life, in this world, except for Zexi, she will not embroider purses for anyone again.

"Miss......", Ah Jun looked distressed, tears flowed down again, handed her back the purse she had snatched, and said, "Why are you so troubled." ”

Ruan Zhichun smiled again: "Ah Jun, my eyes are not good, and now I can't even see the road clearly, tomorrow morning, you accompany me to Zexi's grave to have a look, I want to send him all these purses." ”

Ah Jun wiped his tears and said, "Okay, I'll accompany the eldest lady tomorrow." ”

Zexi's grave was chosen in a cherry blossom forest in the eastern suburbs of Yecheng, and the earl knew that he loved cherry blossoms during his lifetime, and buried him here, and he would not look so lonely and lonely after death.

Ah Jun walked in the cherry blossom forest with Ruan Zhichun in his arms, and the white paper money paved all the way, and the burning smell of the paper money and the fragrance of the cherry blossoms floated in the air until the depths of the jungle.

Under the clusters of dense pink, Ruan Zhichun vaguely saw the tombstone in front of him, and slowly approached, only to see that behind the tombstone, cherry blossoms fell to the ground and covered the grave.

Ruan Zhichun said to Ah Jun: "Ah Jun wait for me outside the woods first, I want to be alone with Zexi for a while." ”

"Yes, Miss. After saying that, Ah Jun retreated.

However, in half a year, the two said goodbye, but they were separated by yin and yang.

She bowed three times to Zexi's grave, with a warm smile on her face,

"Zexi, I'm coming to see you. ”

She burned the nine hundred and ninety-nine purses embroidered with the words "Zexi Zhichun" in front of his grave, and sent her lovesickness, saying

"Zexi, look, I embroidered so many purses for you, do you like it?"

She took a jug of wine, poured it full at his grave, and sprinkled it with her head, saying,

"Zexi, I treat you like this, do you hate me so much?"

She felt that she shouldn't have avoided him because of her disfigurement, she shouldn't have chosen to leave him silently for the sake of those intricate power interests, she shouldn't have deliberately alienated him when he finally found herself after three years of searching for her, and she shouldn't care too much about those so-called morals and ethics and restrain herself from loving him.

She thought that Zexi should hate her.

She picked up the flask, poured another glass, and then drank it, and smiled sadly,

"Zexi, you once said that we are born and depend on each other, and we die with each other, but it still counts?"

"Of course it doesn't count!"

A crisp voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Ruan Zhichun turned around when he heard the voice, only to see a slender and slender figure in a white filial piety robe walking towards him.

That figure, that pace, is too vague......

It's too clear......

"Why does my Ruan Zhiqiu's husband want to live and die with you?"

Ruan Zhiqiu and her sister haven't seen each other for three years, and this meeting did not have the joy and emotion of being separated for a long time and easy to meet, but the irony and anger of a gun and a stick.

Ruan Zhiqiu looked at her sister who was kneeling in front of her husband's grave, and the more she looked at it, the more annoyed she became, "Sister is really shameless, do you think you are worthy of me when you say such sour words to my husband?"

Ruan Zhichun smiled coldly when she heard this, if it weren't for the fire three years ago, how could Zexi be her husband?

If she hadn't withdrawn and made concessions, how could Zexi be her husband?

That's it, she knows that she has been alone in the empty house for three years and has many grievances, although she is married to Zexi, but it is just an empty decoration, she has waited for Zexi for three years, but Zexi has been looking for herself for three years, it is understandable that she is so unbalanced in her heart.

Ruan Zhichun just let her vent her emotions to herself, kept silent, and didn't want to have any argument with her in front of Zexi.