Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Time has passed and never returns, and now life and death are at stake.

When Zhuge Yi arrived, the welcoming team had already set off from Ling'an Palace.

Today is destined to be a lively day in Jingzi City.Along the way, firecrackers were blowing, and both sides of the road were surrounded by people watching the officials. The spectators kept envious, but they didn't know that the people on the horse were restless and panicked.

At the gate of the General's Mansion, the bride was tossed about by groups of people, but there was a figure standing motionless in the crowd.

He didn't wear red today, only a suit of plain clothes mixed in, staring through the crowd pushing and shoving from a distance.

He was like a sculpture, as if he had been enchanted by a witch, his thinking stopped, the world also stopped, and she was the only one left in his eyes.

After a sound of small footsteps and booing passed by him, the rings bumped lightly, and there was a high and low melodious sound. In just half a cup of tea, the bride had already been sent to the eight-carried sedan chair.

The bridal sedan chair was raised leisurely, sang loudly, followed by two neat rows of guards, and walked slowly.

Lin Qingchen took one last look, and finally turned and left...

The music was playing lively as if it couldn't stop, and Zhuge Yi was already by Nan Pujin's side on the way back after the guard of honor to welcome the bride. Dreaming of winter, the cold wind suddenly blows, and the sound of rustling is everywhere.

"Last night, I had a dream." Nan Pujin said slowly.

Zhuge Yi looked at her quietly, feeling a little heavy, and didn't say a word.

She looked at the curtain in front of the bed, under her long eyelashes, she seemed to be still sleepy: "Brother Yi, have you ever seen an old tree in the mansion?"

"Old tree?" Zhuge Yi was the first to think of the old tree that he saw a few days ago, at least a hundred years, at least a thousand years, but I don't know if it is the one she was talking about.

"The tree is old. I heard from my brother that the tree can make wishes, and as long as the heart is sincere, it can be fulfilled." Nan Pujin continued, "So, I prayed to it since I was very young, but the wish It has never been realized..." At this point, she looked at him with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were a little dim.

Zhuge Yi understood, felt a little guilty, tried his best to smile and said: "Jin'er hasn't talked about that dream yet."

Nan Pujin looked away again, as if recalling: "In that dream, there was a woman standing on the bridge. She was just young, with a slim and graceful figure, comparable to that newly-haired branch..." She did not continue, her voice Gradually did not go, as if lost in thought.

"Why is the woman standing on the bridge?"

"She's waiting for someone." Nan Pujin closed her eyes and replied softly.

"who?"

"My lord." She said with a broken smile, "That year during the Qiqiao Festival, my lord once bought her a kite on the bridge."

Time has passed, and that year, that "son" did give her a kite, but that "son" didn't know it was the Qiqiao Festival.

"Is the young master here?" Zhuge Yi asked.

"Here we come." Nan Pujin said softly, "Young master is dressed in purple clothes, matching the red clouds in the sky. His clothes are fluttering, and he is incomparably handsome." She looked out of the tent, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "He said he I love her and wish to get married and stay together forever."

Zhuge Yi asked cooperatively: "The young master married her?"

Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she confided: "She was single-minded, and her wish finally came true. From then on, the two became husband and wife and had children."

Zhuge Yi stared at her, feeling sore in his heart, his eyes didn't move for a moment: "And then?"

"Then?" Nan Pujin smiled suddenly, "Then, the dream woke up." She closed her eyes slightly, with the smile still on her face, and murmured, "Woke up..."

At this time, the window became more and more bleak, and the sound of approaching firecrackers, music, and people's noises sounded from afar...

A burst of soreness welled up in her nose, as if something was stuck in her throat, unwilling to break her dream, Zhuge Yidao squeezed her hand tightly, looked at her and said: "That dream is real, as long as Jin'er works hard Live." After a pause, he looked at her very seriously and said, "That dream must be real."

Nan Pujin smiled, looked at him and said, "Brother Yi." She said, "If there is an afterlife, can this dream come true again?"

He swallowed the soreness in his throat, took a deep breath, held back the tears in his eyes, and replied in a strong nasal voice: "Yes."

Concubine Wan's heart ached when she saw this scene.

The noise was getting closer and closer, and they had already passed through the moon gate and walked into the courtyard.

"Brother Yi, can you hug me again?"

"Okay..." The voice trembled in his throat.

Zhuge Yi carefully lifted her up, then leaned into his arms, carefully pulled the quilt on her body, and wrapped her up tighter: "Did you hear that? Your brother is back." Then he seemed to be saying Listen to yourself, "I will pay my respects soon..."

The voice softly sprinkled on her neck, tickling.

Afterwards, it seemed that everything outside was on the right track. After a moment of silence, a high-pitched singing sounded.

"Pray to heaven and earth~"

Nan Pujin opened her eyes with difficulty, as if she had no strength left.

Zhuge Yi kissed her forehead distressedly, softly...

A smile played on her cheek.

After the first sentence was finished, at this time, the second sentence was sung.

"Second obeisance to the high hall~"

Nan Pujin's gaze was soft, and after staying on his face for a moment, the moment her eyes became distracted, she gradually closed them.

Time stands still at this moment, before the last singing voice is drunk...

"Jin'er!" Dowager Wan shouted urgently, holding her hand tightly, her voice trembling, "Jin'er...my daughter~"

Zhuge Yi couldn't control it anymore, hugged her tightly and wept endlessly.

"Brother Yi, when I went, there must have been a lot of crying, don't cry, how about seeing me off with a smile?" Nan Pujin's weak voice lingered in her mind.

Are you laughing?He tugged at the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't lift it up at all, but the tears in his eyes fell down in big drops, and rolled wet the skirt of his clothes.

In this life, she is destined to disappoint her love...

Several maidservants in the house cried out loudly: "Princess!" After saying that, they all knelt on the ground.

……

It seemed that the boundless darkness engulfed, and the tense atmosphere quietly spread around. The loud voices of the singing voices were tightly closed, and the hall was completely immersed in a strange atmosphere.

All the guests looked at each other with surprise and uneasiness in their eyes, and there was a moment of silence in the hall.

Before everyone woke up, Nan Puyue had already rushed out.

After striding to the dormitory separated by two walls, he stopped and was stunned!

A doctor stepped forward and put a strand of cotton wool between Nan Pujin's mouth and nose, but the cotton wool didn't move at all.

"My condolences to Concubine Wan, and my lord's condolences." The doctor said on his knees.

Everyone around burst into tears.

Will not……

It was as if he was carrying a heavy stone under his feet, and he walked towards the side of the couch with difficulty. He couldn't believe it was true, she was fine before she left, and she smiled and said to herself an hour ago: "Brother, next year The peonies are blooming, how about we go to paint..."