Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

On the second day, it was still windy and snowy, Xue Xingzi slapped people's faces, the thin sunlight shone on the sky, and everything sounded, as if nothing had happened, and everything was as usual.

The world of mortals is full of colors, and once it disperses, there is no trace.

Hua Yi and Cheng Xuehong went to court as usual, stepping on the snow,

They acted as if they were the same as usual. In fact, everyone present at the court knew what happened last night, but everyone did not want to put themselves at the forefront of the storm. They all tacitly chose to forget, without saying a word. carry.

No one knew what the emperor said when he left Cheng Xuehong alone last night. Today's emperor announced in front of all civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty that he would make Cheng Xuehong the crown prince.

In this battle for the throne that was doomed long ago, he ironically won a complete victory.As soon as the emperor's words fell, there were many eyes from different political parties, all staring at Cheng Xuehong, some were joking, some were contemptuous, some were mocking, none of them had good intentions.

Hua Yi was not emotional, he just looked at Cheng Xuehong quietly.

Cheng Xuehong saluted and thanked him for his kindness. He had received those gazes one by one, and remembered those people one by one. He was not afraid that they would randomly accuse him of accusations.After all, he has obtained all the bargaining chips and the greatest grace, so he has nothing to fear.

"Everyone, please give me some advice."

Hua Yi leaned towards Cheng Xuehong and made a big gift. He took the lead in congratulating the prince.Immediately there was the congratulatory sound of mountains and tsunami.

Cheng Xuehong had a humble and polite smile on his face, but a flash of complacency flashed in his eyes.

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Song Tan is not like Hua Yi who has been in the officialdom for a long time. He is well versed in the way of being an official. Even though his heart is always turbulent, he can still talk and laugh happily with others without showing his face.

Originally, when everything was settled, he and Hua Yi should live their lives well.But some things can't be wiped away casually. After going through such a big event, Song Tan couldn't digest it completely in a short time, especially when he witnessed Li Jiansheng's death in front of his own eyes.

In the past few days, he woke up several times at night, and every time he saw a hole the size of a bowl in Li Jiansheng's chest, bubbling blood. entity, he couldn't touch him again.

Hua Yi really couldn't bear the torment in his heart, he coaxed the people on the palm of his hand, he told Song Tan about Li Jiansheng's character, although he often made mistakes sometimes, but he had the heart of a child Heart, since he died, he died willingly, ashes to ashes to ashes, and clouds of smoke turn into clouds of smoke.

Negative stagnation will not bring back the reversal of time. On a clear snowy night, Song Tan threw the green sandalwood tree painted by Li Jiansheng into the fire, and the tongue of fire quickly engulfed Li Jiansheng's affection.

Song Tan said: "May you not meet me so unluckily in your next life."

The days should flow like flowing water, and they should sway like a small boat to the distance with the water waves.

However, not everyone will be so lucky and happy. When Song Tan saw the former servants of the Song family, he was dipping in thick ink and writing a pair of words: "Welcome thousands of miles away."

The man's clothes were torn and covered with dirt and grass, his hair was disheveled, and there were deep and shallow mud marks on his face. It was obvious at a glance that he escaped for his life.He knelt down to Song Tan with a plop, and shouted: "Master An Song is not good."

It was only one stroke away, Song Tan shook his hand, and the thick ink covered the prose, effectively ruining a good handwriting.

He casually put on a piece of clothing, and casually took the Tang lady handed over by others, he put on his cloak as he walked, and hurried out of the gate of Washington, with a livid face, he went straight to Cheng Xuehong's mansion. go.

Today's Cheng Xuehong is the prince of Jian Guo, almost his whole family has moved to the palace, and he only lives in the palace, but he left Song Ansong in the mansion in the capital.

Song Tan expressed more than once that he wanted to see Song Ansong, but Cheng Xuehong blocked Song Tan on the grounds that Song Ansong was weak and should not be disturbed more.

The loyal servants of the Song family were all detained. If that person hadn't rushed out of Cheng Xuehong's guards, Song Tan would never have known that his younger brother had given birth to a little boy prematurely. Xuehong is ruthless and ruthless, but he doesn't care about their father and son, letting them fend for themselves.

As expected, he was stopped in front of the gate of Cheng Xuehong's mansion.Song Tan looked at the people in front of him coldly, he didn't talk nonsense with them, he also brought people here, Hua Yi left a group of very capable people for him, Song Tan turned back to the people behind him and said calmly Said: "I want to go in, you can figure it out."

The gatekeepers left by Cheng Xuehong were really idiots. After a while, they were pushed to the ground and beaten by Hua Yi's men.

Song Tan didn't look at them any more, he broke into the prince's mansion openly.He was brought to Song Ansong's remote yard by that person, Song Tan suddenly stopped in his tracks, weeds were overgrown under the porch in the yard, the vermilion paint on the railings was mottled, and a feeling of bleakness and invincibility came over his face.

The man said sourly to Song Tan: "A few months ago, for some reason, His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly changed his temperament. After he had a big fight with the young master, he drove the young master Ansong here from the east courtyard, and he didn't teach us to serve Ansong. Young Master, we were tied up to watch Master An Song carry water, wash clothes and cook while pregnant..."

Song Tan's heart trembled, Song Ansong had never suffered such grievances since he was spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, he walked in quickly, and opened the door——

Just one glance made his nasal cavity sore and tears flowed down.

This is a very small room, and the furniture is very dilapidated. In the severe winter, there is not even a pot of charcoal fire. The room is dark and cold, and the temperature is not higher than the temperature outside.The door is facing the bed, and there are layers of quilts piled up on the bed. The quilts are not exquisite, and many of them are already dirty and patched. There is an arch under the quilt, and the people hidden inside use Wearing a quilt to insulate from the cold outside.

As soon as Song Tan opened the door, the clear sunlight rushed in with the cold air. Song Ansong hadn't seen such a bright light for a long time. He struggled to lift a corner of the quilt, and then he saw that it was Song Tan who came to see him. The sun behind Tan was clear, casting a layer of warm golden light on his whole body.

Song Ansong smiled bitterly at Song Tan, and said, "Brother, living is so tiring."

Song Tan saw Song Ansong's shivering shoulders, he closed the door, approached Song Ansong, and put Pozi Tang into his arms.

Song Ansong felt strangely unfamiliar with Mrs. Tang's long-lost warmth.

He is sick, most people who are sick are not very good-looking, he looks haggard, his face is covered with a heavy layer of dead gray, Song Ansong's body is so thin that only a handful of bones are left.

But his eyes were a little bright, he took Tang Pozi out of his pocket without any nostalgia, and carefully put Tang Pozi inside.

Song Tan took a closer look, only to find that there was a little baby lying there who had been covered tightly, with a wrinkled face, and he was also so thin, so thin that people felt that he would die anytime, anywhere.

Tang Pozi's warmth approached him, and the little baby smiled in his dream without any worries.

In this situation, it was too abrupt and ironic.

After Song Ansong finished these few simple actions, he was already dripping with cold sweat. He lay down dejectedly, "It's a little boy, you are now an uncle."

Song Tan choked up and said, "I'll take you away."

Song Ansong shook his head with difficulty, and he said with strength: "Don't involve you because of me. At the beginning, my mother and I planned to change your marriage with me. It was wrong from the beginning. Cheng Xuehong found out It was my own fault for treating me like this in the end. I'm sorry for you, and I'm sorry for him..."

Song Tan noticed that his pupils were cloudy, and Song Ansong cried like tears, but did not shed tears.It was obvious that he cried so many times alone in the long night that his eyes could no longer shed tears.

His arm dropped to the side of the bed, and he tried to lift it several times but failed. Song Ansong said, "Third Brother, I don't live long. I just ask you to take my child away. Cheng Xuehong lied to me because I lied to him. I hate him, so I hate him even more, he is still so small, so soft, he has to take a good look at this world."

As if he was the cornered Tuogu, Song Tan couldn't bear to face it, so he lowered his voice and said softly, "What's his name?"

Song Ansong closed his eyes in pain, and said in a trembling voice: "Cheng Xuehong only hugged him once, then threw him aside. He was the one who gave him a name, called: Abandoned."

Song Tan was too shocked, how could a father be so cold-blooded and ruthless to his own child?

Song Ansong struggled to get up again, he knelt on the bed as if he wanted to kowtow to Song Tan, but his strength couldn't support him to do so, he fell sideways again, he kept praying, He was praying that Song Tan would take the child away.

His movements touched a sleeping baby, who was startled awake, staring at a pair of dark eyes, and cried out loudly.

Song Ansong wanted to hug him, but he knew that as long as he hugged him, he would be even more reluctant to let go.He pushed his son away and motioned Song Tan to hug the child.

Song Tan wiped away the tear stains on his face, and gently picked up the little baby, probably because of the deep feeling between relatives.

The little baby stopped crying as soon as he was held in Song Tan's arms. He blinked and looked at Song Tan.Song Tan looked down at him, and he smiled at him.

"Your son and I are quite related..."

As soon as he raised his head, Song Ansong was already lying straight on the bed, he was out of breath, and he died silently with his karma.

Song Ansong died in a miserable and embarrassing manner, but his funeral was arranged by Cheng Xuehong with great splendor.

He thought that his death could be exchanged for his good reputation of love and longevity.

Song Tan once questioned him furiously: "Don't you like Song Ansong at all, why do you have to do things so badly?"

Cheng Xuehong said calmly: "Since he created a scam, he has to bear the karma that he should have."

He once returned to the mansion outside the palace, Song Ansong had been away for a long time at that time, Cheng Xuehong walked slowly through every corner of every mansion, admiring the tall trees and dwarf flowers like a leisurely stroll On the tree, a pair of birds are building their nests with mud in their mouths, and a pair of butterflies are dancing among the flowers.

At that moment, the memories of the past flooded Cheng Xuehong's mind like a flood breaking a bank.

Everywhere he walked, there were traces of Song Ansong's stay here.He would stare up at the tree and say foolishly: It's so tall.He would jump into the flowers and play with butterflies like a child, making his hands dirty, and ask Cheng Xuehong to wash his hands like a baby.

He had heard a folk saying from somewhere that he and Cheng Xuehong twisted each strand of hair and put them in a kit, and he said that in this way they would be together for 100 years.

Before 100 years had passed, Cheng Xuehong threw that kit into the blazing charcoal fire in front of Song Ansong.

Cheng Xuehong had never felt such a sharp pain, overwhelming and mighty, it was not that he had never thought that he had feelings for Song Ansong, but that feeling was based on deceit, and he disdained and despised such feelings .

But he just couldn't resist this shallow love, he thought he was perfectly withdrawn, and from the beginning to the end he never sat out of it.

The karma turned around and came to him again, and now he has to bear his own karma, Song Ansong will live in Cheng Xuehong's memory forever, always open and undefeated.

The author has something to say:

It's almost over!The house has also been moved!

I am so sad when I write this chapter

I want to write the story of the descendants

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