Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Nan Puyue knelt in front of the couch, her eyes were red, she held Nan Pujin's hand, and kept calling her.

"Jin'er..." His voice was a little hoarse, and he called out in a low voice with a grief-stricken look on his face.

Zhuge Yi was still holding her, staring at her blankly, while holding her hand, it was obviously getting colder.

Although her face has lost a lot of weight, it is still beautiful, with serene eyes, it seems that she just fell asleep, and it seems that she will wake up and smile at him soon...

The doctor put a coat on her body, saluted the two of them and replied: "Concubine, lord, after the recovery, the princess must be buried."

There was a sudden sore in her nose, Nan Puyue's tears finally welled up in her eyes, and she hugged her cold body tightly, out of control.

It was as if something was stuck in Zhuge Yi's throat, and it was choked, making him extremely uncomfortable.

The curtains were weak and drooping, only the sound of crying echoed in the quiet bedroom. At this moment, Bai Rong hurried in, seeing the scene in the room, he was so frightened that he couldn't speak.

I wanted to say: It's a mess outside, the prince should go back quickly.But judging from the current situation, he didn't know whether to continue with the wedding or start the funeral right away.

After a long time, Nan Puyue stood up slowly, staring deeply at the person on the couch, and finally said in a hoarse voice, "Fufu, report the funeral."

The doctor called the eunuch, who carefully carried her away.

When it was carried to the door, Nan Puyue couldn't help calling out: "Wait a minute!"

Running over to take a look again, tears instantly filled his vision.

In the end, I couldn't bear to look any more, and waved my hand feebly. In the haze, the light and shadow became farther and farther away...

The marriage was put on hold like this, and the next morning, white silk was hung up in the mansion.

In the blink of an eye, the happy event was changed to a funeral, which caused people to have different opinions. Some rumors that the bride is a malevolent star, with Kefu's fate, and there are rumors that the two must have a horoscope mismatch, which led to the hit being robbed.

Regarding this, Nan Puyue was not in the mood to pay any attention to these things at all. Besides, General Zhou was very annoyed by this. Marrying a daughter was originally such an important and happy event. Things, before he had time to complain, others began to criticize him.

While Nan Puyue was arranging for the funeral, she did not forget to send someone to deliver the message.

General Zhou received the word from the housekeeper that day, saying that although the marriage was incomplete, he had already identified her as his wife in his heart, so there was no need to worry, and Nan Puyue only said that those rumors were nonsense, so there was no need to pay attention to them at all.

Thinking of the fact that natural disasters are inevitable, since it has already happened, it is useless to say more, the dead are big, so we simply don't interfere and let them go.

The moon is as cool as water, and the stars are bright and clear. Zhou Qiao is sitting on the couch with her green gauze fluttering and candles warming her face. After the incident happened yesterday, she has changed into a red wedding dress. Such exhaustion, exhaling a breath, is full of bitterness and vicissitudes.

After going through so many painful things, she seemed to become more mature overnight, and many things filled her heart one by one, and she didn't want to think about anything...

On this day, the long strips of white flags were flying in the chilly wind, the monks were chanting sacrificial orations, and the ropes were rubbing on the steles, rustling.

Nan Pujin's coffin was slowly lowered into the deep cave, and the inscription was vivid and dignified.

After the sacrifice, people began to fill the tomb with earth.

Nan Puyue stood aside, quietly watching the coffin's face cover gradually being covered by soil, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared into the orange.

Nan Pujin's small burial and big burial were all done by himself, and he didn't shed a single tear during the whole process, but now... He raised his hand to touch upwards, and there was damp heat on his face, and the wind dried it a little, It dripped down again.

A handkerchief was handed to him, and he looked back, it was Zhuge Yi.

On the day of Nan Pujin's death, Concubine Wan fell ill. Even if she came out on important occasions, she was in a haggard state, so all the affairs of holding the funeral were piled up on Nan Puyue. At this time, he had been in trouble for several days She didn't take much rest, and she had two deep dark circles under her eyes, which made people feel distressed.

"Let's go home." Zhuge Yi said to him.

He nodded.

Seeing his response, Zhuge Yi didn't say anything more, patted his shoulder, turned and walked back.

Yixinyuan was still as quiet as before. He walked along the corridor to the main room, but along the way, there was no one.

The sky is gray, like the melancholy accumulated over the past few days.

In the room, all the furniture and decorations are still there, but it looks empty, because the smiling woman will never stand in the room and smile at him again.

Nan Puyue sat down in front of the dressing table, looked at the dim mirror, and wiped it with her hand, a thin layer of dust, since when has she stopped dressing in front of the mirror...

Two steps away, a qin was quietly placed there, lonely and desolate, it was two days before Nan Pujin left, she said she wanted to play the qin, and she put it here randomly after she played it for him.

Little did she know how desperate she was at that time, Nan Puyue sighed, put the piano on her lap, and plucked the strings, her voice was a bit rough, her fingers stopped on the strings, and slid across them gently, at this moment, she deeply understood When it comes to why things are right and wrong...

In the winter of 557 years of the Nanpu Kingdom, Princess Huanyi passed away at the age of sixteen, and was later named the Great Princess.

After the dust settled, it seemed that everything had returned to calm. Nan Puyue had her own beautiful wife. After Nan Pujin passed away, Concubine Wan was sad and returned to Jiangling soon after. Zhuge Yi also faded out of people's sight. Started to get busy with my own affairs.

At the end of the twelfth lunar month, the dragon raises its head, and the New Year's Day is here.

On this day, Nanpu Kingdom held a grand ceremony to welcome the spring, whipping the cows to welcome the spring, praying for good weather, peace of the country and people.

At night, there is a banquet in the palace, people are dressed in red and green, the sound of silk and bamboo, and the sound of frolicking can be heard endlessly.

Today Zhuge Yi was wearing a black python suit made of silver flakes, sitting at the head on the left, obviously out of place with other officials.

Below him was Sima Yu, and the two of them were sitting side by side, chatting leisurely and having a drink.

Zhuge Yi was clearly preoccupied, and occasionally his eyes swept over the opposite side, and a trace of melancholy would arise.

The seat on the opposite side was vacant, Nan Puyue never came, her sister passed away not long ago, so she couldn't attend due to emotion and reason.

I don't know what's going on recently, whether I'm still sad, whether I've eaten well recently, whether I'm in good health, and... whether he and his lovely wife are doing well.

He suddenly laughed at himself, whether the couple's life is good or not has nothing to do with him.

"What are Brother Yi's plans for the future?" Sima Yu asked him.

After he drank a cup, he tilted his head and smiled helplessly, so he said: "My father recently chose a wife for me, as for future plans, I have no intention of thinking about it."

Choose a wife?Sima Yu looked worried: "Have you decided to marry a wife?"