A little cinnabar nevus between the eyebrows

After the winter, they started marching again. A few days later, good news came. Within a month, Yue Chongxuan had captured another city and entered the hinterland of Linxi, approaching Tianning, the capital of Linxi!

Qian Mei finally felt a little more comfortable when she heard the news, but it's a pity that misfortunes never come singly, and blessings never come in pairs.

Shen Cunzhi has gone...

When Qianmei heard the news, she almost didn't bring it up, and Qianmei didn't care about anything, so she ran to the Qi Palace, and didn't even have time to prepare the carriage. When she arrived at the Qi Palace, there was a white cloth hanging on the door .

If Shen Cunzhi saw it, he would definitely say, how could he let Qi Wangfu hang up for nothing.

It seems that Yue Zhongyin was moved by his true feelings, and even held a funeral for Shen Cunzhi, Shen Cunzhi's status is absolutely unbearable.

Qian Mei walked in, and the palace of Prince Qi was still full of flowers and willows, just adding a chill, there was no white cloth hanging in other places, only hanging on the door of Huanyan Pavilion, pasted with elegiac couplets.

'Wait a while, goodbye is still a dream'

'Why are you talking to me from now on'

Qianmei walked in, and the altar table was already set up in the living room, with grains, incense burner, lamps, cakes, and burning paper, but the incense candles hadn't been lit yet, and there was a mouthful of birthday materials in front of the altar table, and the bottom fan cover was carved with complicated patterns. The precious mahogany looks so dazzling now.Qian Mei turned her head and went upstairs.

Turning around the screen, I saw Yue Zhongyin sitting beside the bed, wiping Shen Cunzhi carefully with a wet towel, first his head, eyes, nose, mouth, ears, chest, and then his right hand, left hand, and feet, with no sadness on his face. No joy.

There was no sadness or joy, but Qianmei felt that he was very sad.

Yue Zhongyin took off Shen Cunzhi's original clothes, and wrapped him in a quilt thinly. Shen Cunzhi's face became rosy, and his hair was soft and obedient, just like his character. .

Shen Cunzhi closed his eyes, as if he was just asleep.

Wrapped in the quilt, Yue Zhongyin picked him up, walked out without looking at Qianmei, and when he got downstairs, Yue Zhongyin slowly put Shen Cunzhi into the coffin.

Yue Zhongyin glanced at the servant girl who was standing there, not daring to show his air, and spoke, his voice was a little hoarse, he paused, "Bring... the red makeup pearl and Yu Ruyi."

A little maid tremblingly walked over holding something, Yue Zhongyin picked up the pearl, and slowly put it into Shen Cunzhi's mouth, the light of the pearl disappeared at the corner of Shen Cunzhi's mouth.Yue Zhongyin picked up Yu Ruyi again and held it in Shen Cunzhi's hand.Then he took the red thread and tied Shen Cunzhi's hands and feet, doing everything by himself.It was only at the end that he covered Shen Cunzhi with Huang Chou, and Yue Zhongyin picked up the masked white silk scarf to cover Shen Cunzhi's face, but when his hands touched Shen Cunzhi's cold cheeks, he trembled slightly and hesitated After a long time, it was still not covered. He wanted to look again, look again, look again...

A joss stick was lit in front of the altar table, and a puff of blue smoke rose, making Yue Zhongyin's face a little illusory, there was no grief or even a frown on his face, he just looked at Shen Cunzhi in the coffin.Looking at him like that is even more heartbreaking, as if what is alive is just a piece of skin, and the soul inside has already died along with Shen Cunzhi.

Shen Cunzhi's knees were deserted, and there was no one to guard his spirit, wearing sackcloth and filial piety. Yue Chongyin sat there, guarding Shen Cunzhi's spirit, but he could not wear sackcloth and filial piety. Firstly, his status did not allow him, and secondly, he was Shen Cunzhi's husband-in-law. , wearing hemp and filial piety for him reduced Shen Cunzhi's Yinshou.

Qian Mei walked over and sat down with Yue Zhongyin.

"Save it, save it, why do you think he's not here anymore?"

Qian Mei didn't know what to say for a while, but suddenly remembered that when Shen Cunzhi hinted to herself when she was a child, once he explained his own name to himself.Qian Mei said slowly: "He told me before that the word Cun is not the existence of existence. In fact, it originally means the existence of tenderness. This name was married by his mother. I only hope that he will be safe in the future, marry a wife and have children. , wait for it tenderly."

Yue Zhongyin heard that he was still sitting there, no longer speaking.

Accompanied by Qian Mei, Yue Zhong stayed in seclusion for three days. It was still cold in April, and there was no fire in the house, so he could only stay in the cold, but Qian Mei's mind was not here. He thought a lot about the past, about Shen Cunzhi, about Liancheng evil.It was more about Lian Chengxie's heir. He didn't want Lian Chengxie to be miserable after his death, and he didn't even have a soul to hold the coffin.

The funeral will be held three days later, Yue Zhongyin is a member of the royal family, so naturally he will enter the imperial mausoleum in the future, but Shen Cunzhi does not have the qualifications, so he had to choose a place with good geomantic omen.

At the funeral, the golden rooster should lead the way, and the descendants should support the coffin. It's a pity that Shen Cunzhi has no descendants, but Yue Zhongyin went to the funeral in person, so it's not a waste of time.

Yue Zhongyin walked out of the house step by step, followed by the red lacquered coffin, the white flowers on it were dazzling.Yue Zhong did not look back, but walked step by step.

Wearing a black gauze, Qian Mei walked behind, the funeral procession was not small, it was just them, they, and Shen Cunzhi were neither related nor related.Along the way, money was scattered and fluttering. These people and these banknotes are just a good-looking picture. Shen Cunzhi will not be desolate after death, but there is not a single person wearing mourning. One year old, only 25, really too young.

After all, it was buried, no more than twenty square steps wide, no more than four feet high, no more than a shelter.

It was night, accompanied by Qian Mei and Yue Chong, he was guarding outside the tomb. In the middle of the night, the wind outside became more and more violent, and Yue Zhong Yin drank wine, and finally there was a similar and sad expression on his face.

"That day he said he didn't like me, he didn't want me to be with you forever, he didn't want to see me on Huangquan Road, he couldn't be free, he couldn't be happy! I actually understand that he doesn't want me to die, Qianmei, you say, he knows I love him, don't I?"

Qian Mei looked at him quietly, "Then why didn't you tell him clearly before he was alive?"

"I said it, but he didn't believe it. Afterwards, I felt sorry for myself."

"You did it yourself"

Yue Zhongyin listened to Qian Mei's harsh words, and raised his head, such an unruly person had tears streaming down his face, with a fragile and helpless expression.The more reclusive appearance made it impossible for Qian Mei to speak.

At the end, Qian Mei couldn't help sighing, how did these two people form a dead knot?

Yue Zhongyin looked towards the door, as if he saw Shen Cunzhi's grave through the door: "It's so windy outside, he must be lonely by himself, I'll stay here with him, he doesn't want me to die, so I'll live. "

Yue Zhongyin stood up, walked to Shen Cunzhi's grave, and knelt down slowly.

His Shen Cunzhi is gone.

It has become a new grave in this barren mound.

A handful of loess buried the bones, only two or three pieces of paper money.

The first seven, three years, seven years, ten years.

The more I thought about it, the more my heart ached, and the heavier Yin slowly lay on the ground, finally weeping uncontrollably.