Slag Gong crying and begging for my forgiveness [Quick Transmigration]

The ninth day of November.

King Xiang got married.

On the front foot, the funeral of King Xiang was hung all over the city, and on the back foot, the newcomer was carried through the door.

Such a miracle happened once in a hundred years, and the people of Chang'an gathered to watch.

This year's palace examination list has been released, and today is the day when the top three are riding horses to watch flowers parade through the street. Because Princess Xiang passed by, the number of people watching the number one scholar going out of the street is also much less.

I heard that Princess Xiang was originally buried on the day of King Xiang's funeral, but His Majesty sympathizes with Princess Xiang because she is still young, and Princess Xiang is a family member of the imperial court official, and because King Xiang's last wish was to treat this princess well. The princess, in this way, only let him pass through the door.

It not only fulfilled the imperial decree, but also fulfilled the last wish of King Xiang during his lifetime.

The best of both worlds.

Nan Xing was sitting in the big red sedan chair, his eyes were full of red.

The golden phoenix is ​​embroidered on the big red hijab, and every stitch and thread is luxurious real gold.

Eight big sedan chairs were carried steadily, ten miles of red makeup, all kinds of high-profile suonas were blown, and several married women and maids sprinkled wedding candies happily.

Nan Xing tilted his head slightly, watching the children happily running after the sedan chair through the cracks in the curtains of the sedan chair.

He picked it up slightly with his hand, and the sedan chair happened to turn a corner, and he saw another street from afar.

The street was also full of excitement, some people were riding horses wearing flowers and laughing happily.

Turning around the corner in a hurry, I saw a familiar face in a hasty glance.

Fang Yuzhu is the champion of high school.

Riding a horse to see flowers and traveling all over Chang'an, how high-spirited and elated.

And he, in the red sedan chair.

The same is full of lively crowds all over the city.

But they went away from the two diverging roads.

The future is no longer a world.

His world is like this red sedan chair-like birdcage square inch, pampered by prosperity and wealth.

It is no longer the vast world and mountains and rivers, nor is it the common people of the world and the country.

Nan Xing's fingers hung down, and the curtains of the sedan chair dropped, covering him again in scarlet.

……

There was a commotion behind the sedan chair, and someone actually rushed into the wedding party!

The guards of Prince Xiang's Mansion hurried over, thinking that someone would dare to snatch the marriage, but they didn't expect that it was just a white-haired lunatic.

A scrawny, dirty lunatic.

Any strong guard can take him down.

The guards drove them away and beat them with sticks for a while, when suddenly someone exclaimed: "Isn't this, isn't this Mr. Xu from the Ministry of Household Affairs?"

"Ah! It's really Master Xu!"

"Today is the wedding day of Mr. Xu's younger brother. I didn't expect Mr. Xu to walk around the street without being the guest of honor, and he is still in such a mess?"

Someone said: "Don't you know? It is said that Mr. Xu is not good to this younger brother, and... and I heard that he is not very good. He used to be a businessman and had many enemies. Recently, he was revenged by the enemies. He actually... cut off his descendants. root!"

This news was really explosive, and there was a burst of excitement among the idlers who watched Princess Xiang enter the door, and they were all discussing enthusiastically.

"No wonder! No wonder you can't be the guest of honor. How can an eunuch be qualified to be the elder brother of the princess? It's too embarrassing for the royal family..."

"There is no eunuch in the court who is an official in the household department. I thought my younger brother would fly on a branch and become a phoenix. This elder brother will enjoy the blessings, but I didn't expect that he would not even be an official."

"Nonsense, isn't there an East Factory?"

"That's right, hahahaha I can only go to Dongchang..."

……

The sedan chair was carried into Prince Xiang's mansion.

Because King Xiang was buried in the soil, the young prince of Prince Xiang's mansion welcomed his relatives on behalf of his father.

Jiang Yunhua was dressed in a red wedding gown, his face was as pale as paper, holding a memorial tablet in his hand, like a doll with no expression, he greeted his relatives outside the Prince Xiang's mansion.

The sedan chair landed, and the bride and groom came out of the sedan chair. A pair of white and beautiful hands stretched out from the cuffs of the big red robe. Jiang Yunhua hurried to hold them, but the hands were slightly shifted, and they were gently placed on the tablet again.

Jiang Yunhua's eyes were slightly red, and his hand holding the tablet trembled slightly. He paused, and finally put the tablet between the two of them, holding up that hand.

For some reason, even the wedding music stopped, and none of the guests forced a smile at this moment.

The little prince's eyes were red. I heard that King Xiang was very filial before he was alive. He was a filial son praised by everyone. Now that the newcomer enters the house, the blood relatives are no longer there.

The master of ceremonies sang joyously to break the atmosphere of silence, and the couple had to come in to pay their respects.

Jiang Yunhua held the memorial tablet in his hand and saluted on his behalf. The master of ceremonies sang the salute, and the two followed like puppets on a string.

None of the guests in the main room were laughing, even the master of ceremonies and the bride did not dare to say much, they just wanted to finish this long and boring wedding as if presiding over some solemn and solemn ceremony.

His Majesty is not feeling well today, so the imperial concubine will take the place of the high hall. The guests are all dignitaries, dignitaries with status in Chang'an and relatives of the emperor are all here.

Pei Ying stood in the crowd.

Hearing the master of ceremonies yell "send to the bridal chamber", Nan Xing went to the bridal chamber alone holding the memorial tablet.

When the big red hijab was hanging down, he could occasionally see Nan Xing's pale jaw and hollow eyes. He stared blankly, then suddenly covered his heart and took a few steps back.

Several dignitaries around were concerned and asked, "What's wrong with General Pei?" "But what's wrong?"

He couldn't hear anything, not even the sounds around him.

Today's weather is extremely cold, as if it is going to snow, it is so cold that people are shivering.

The dream last night was too long, and he didn't remember it when he woke up today. I don't know if it was the cold wind blowing just now, or it was too cold because Nan Xing was too cold, his chaotic mind was awakened by the cold.

The fragments of last night's dream unexpectedly all burst open clearly.

He staggered a few steps and slumped on the chair as if he had lost all strength.

He had long dreams about Nan Xing, which he attributed to his past life.

He thought that he and Nan Xing had an extremely close relationship in his previous life, and thought that something went wrong, and Nan Xing ended up here by accident.

In the dream, it was also today, the ninth day of November.

That was the previous life.

He rode a horse to the suburbs to ride and shoot with a few friends. On the way, he met a few rough cloth servants dragging a cart with something covered with a mat. Suddenly, a stone got stuck on the wheel, and it tilted slightly. The mat spread out, revealing A bony corpse.

He would never forget that face even in death.

That was Nan Xing's face.

Those eyes were the same as today, full of desolation and emptiness.

The dream was so lucid, he remembered every detail, every word, and every smell.

As if it really happened.

In that world, the world where Nan Xing had a close relationship with him, he thought that under his protection, Nan Xing would live a freer and happier life than he is now.

He thought that something went wrong in this world, which led to the end of Nan Xing's marriage to King Xiang's spiritual throne.

He thought the world would end badly.

Unexpectedly, in the previous life, Nan Xing was already dead today.

He clearly remembered that he was shocked in the dream.

He asked the coachman.

The coachman said casually: "I don't know which mansion's servants, I don't know when they went to the West City, got sick there, and after coming back, they were tortured by the disease and committed suicide, bad luck."

He asked, "When did he go to the West City, and when will he return?"

The coachman gave an approximate date.

He remembered that day clearly, the day he went was the day Pei Ruofeng brought Nan Xing back in this life.

The day he thought something was wrong.

He thought that there was something wrong with Nan Xing being taken to the West City by Pei Ruofeng, which resulted in Nan Xing not being his.

What happened?

Pei Ying woke up quickly, he didn't know what happened to Nan Xing in Xicheng for so long, what happened to Nan Xing, why did he die?

Why such a miserable death!

He saw the emotion flashing through his eyes in the dream.

he knows.

It must have something to do with him.

……

Pei Ying didn't know how she got back to Pei Mansion.

He only remembered that he stayed in Prince Xiang's Mansion until the guests were gone, and then waited outside the Prince Xiang's Mansion until dawn.

He said that he wanted to see Nan Xing, and the servants of Prince Xiang's mansion came to report that the young prince was paying respects to Princess Xiang, and he was very busy today, so he couldn't see any guests.

He seemed to confirm that Nan Xing was still alive, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Only then was he brought back to Pei Mansion by his servants.

It was another day when the lights came on when we returned to Pei's mansion.

The mansion was as usual, no different from usual, no one knew how his heart was turned upside down, what the servants should do.

Pei Ruofeng is still locked up. After tonight, when the dust settles, he can be released.

The servants followed him with lanterns to illuminate the path under his feet.

He looked at Pei's mansion blankly, and suddenly felt that people didn't know why they were alive.

Suddenly, he saw the lights in the yard of Pei's parents.

Seeing him looking over there, the servants said, "Your Majesty returned home today. He said that Madam's death day is approaching. Come back to get some things."

The servants mentioned Pei's parents, and Pei Yingcai finally seemed to have her feet on the ground.

Isn't he living for the Pei family, to repay the Pei family's kindness in nurturing, and for the younger brother Afeng?

He has to firmly grasp the meritorious service and strive for the Pei family.

Pei Ying sighed: "Since my father is back, I will go to pay my respects."

Father Pei escaped into Buddhism and became a monk, but he is still the marquis of the Pei family, and his title is still there.

It's just that he doesn't come back often. He and Pei's grandmother have some grievances, and they don't want to go home these years.

When Pei Ying saw Father Pei, Father Pei was wearing a monk's attire and cleaning up old things in Fangzhong.

Pei Ying invited Ann, and squatted aside silently helping her father wipe the dust off the old things.

Pei Ying is an adopted child, and he is not very close to Pei's father. Mostly, Pei's mother takes care of him.

But when he came to Pei's house, Pei's mother was already terminally ill and lost her appearance. Even so, Pei's mother regarded him as her own son and loved him very much.

Father Pei remained silent and allowed him to help, but he was not allowed to touch some things. Father Pei would personally handle some of Mother Pei's personal belongings.

After wiping the painting box, Father Pei opened the paintings in the box, spread them out carefully, and waxed them carefully.

After finishing wiping a jade bottle, Pei Ying suddenly saw the painting when she got up.

His pupils were dilated, his hair was standing on end, and he said in a hoarse voice, "That's..."

Father Pei sighed, "Your mother just passed away that year, and the portrait I drew for her on the second day of the wedding has been almost 20 years..."

Pei Ying hurriedly walked to the painting, looked at it carefully, looked at it, and trembled all over: "I don't remember my mother looking like this..."

"She was very ill when you came here, and her appearance has changed. She looked like this when she was young. She is a well-known virtuous, virtuous and beautiful lady in Chang'an..." Father Pei choked up, "It's me, it's my fault... ..."

It seemed that there were some details and some pictures connected together suddenly, and his voice was trembling: "I remember that Afeng was just a baby when he lost, and he was already several years old when he was found... I vaguely remember hearing that it was I found it looking for some birthmark mole, father... can you tell me where the mole is?"

Father Pei said: "Feng'er is not the same as when he was a child. He was recognized by the mole. There is a conspicuous mole on the butterfly bone on his back. When he was born, it was bright cinnabar color. Later, when he was found, he was covered in black and dirty. You have suffered so much, and you have grown into black. Fortunately, you are back, and you have been taking care of your brother all these years..."

Pei Ying's whole body was suddenly cold, and even her limbs, bones, and blood were frozen, as if she couldn't even breathe.

He bent down suddenly and spat out a mouthful of blood.

When he looked up again, he was staring at the painting in a daze.

Pei's mother in that painting is [-]% similar to Nan Xing.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: this is one for Ru Xi;

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