100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 127 Drinking Song

Huo Jingheng instantly lost control of his emotions: "Fine, fine, I've let you down. I'm sorry, Huan'er."

"Cough cough cough." He managed to say those words before bursting into violent coughing.

The four great joys in a person's life are nothing more than rain after a long drought, meeting an old friend in a foreign land, the wedding night, and passing the imperial examination.

It is a great pity that we are destined to be together but not to be, and I cannot truly marry her.

From then on, the joyous occasion turned into a tragedy.

He suddenly sat up, hugged her tightly, and cried loudly, overcome with grief.

Warm tears soaked her red wedding dress, leaving dark stains on her shoulders. Jin Huan knew this was a fleeting moment of lucidity before death.

The tenderness on her face faded a little, and she gently hugged him back: "Don't cry, am I beautiful? Today I am your bride."

"Beautiful, my Huan'er is the most beautiful, my bride is the most beautiful."

She smiled and wiped away his tears.

“Ah Lang is a real man, he doesn’t shed tears easily. Don’t cry, you should be happy that I’m marrying you.”

A person who leaves this world without any attachments will not suffer, but Huo Jingheng had too many things on his mind. He worried that no one would take care of her, that she would be unhappy, that she would forget him, that other men would treat her badly, and most importantly, he had not loved her enough. Not enough, not enough. This life was too short, and he couldn't bear to part with her.

"I'm happy that you married me, I'm happy," he said, coughing as he spoke.

"Don't talk, Ah Lang, lean on me." She gently stroked his face.

"What I want to say, Huan'er, is that I love you, I will love you forever, I love you more than my own life. My life seems to have been very successful, I was full of vigor and ambition, and I achieved success at a young age, but the happiest thing was meeting you. If I don't say it now, I will never have the chance." He gave a bitter smile and gently kissed her lips.

As tears fell, he said it one last time: "I love you."

Then, feeling somewhat exhausted, he leaned against her chest, his arms gradually drooping, and the temperature of his palms slowly dropping.

September, 120 AD

Huo Jingheng, the Grand Master of Ceremonies of the Wu Kingdom, passed away.

When the Grand Master of Fate, Huo Jingheng, passed away, a wondrous sight appeared in the sky: in September, a heavy snowfall covered the ground for a whole day. Flowers in the courtyard fell to the ground, and red and white crabapple blossoms reflected in the snow, creating a scene of unparalleled beauty.

The emperor was deeply saddened and ordered Huo Jingheng to be buried in Maoling, bestowing upon him the posthumous title of Marquis Jinghuan. The title was chosen to signify "martial prowess and vast territory," highlighting his ability to subdue enemies, conquer distant lands, fight bravely, and expand the territory.

Huo Jingheng's fiancée wore a red wedding dress on the day she died, and promised to marry him. After her death, she kept vigil for seven days without eating or drinking, and then disappeared without a trace.

This is recorded in historical books.

实则

"Jin Huan, the dead cannot be brought back to life. Eat something; you haven't eaten in a long time." Wei Zhongqing felt extremely distressed seeing her like this.

Jin Huan dressed herself in mourning clothes, with white flowers in her hair, to keep vigil for Huo Jingheng.

"I don't want to eat it, Grand Marshal, please put it down." Her voice was very soft.

Jin Huan only wanted to see Huo Jingheng off on his final journey.

His soul was tainted with too much evil energy, and he lingered by her side for seven days after his death, something even the ghost messengers couldn't do.

Seven days later, she secretly went to Fengdu to see him off through the Naihe River, thus fulfilling his feelings. Wei Zhongqing had no choice but to kneel beside Jin Huan and keep vigil with her for Huo Jingheng.

Huo Jingheng, invisible to mortals, gazed at Jin Huan with heartache, but being in a soul state, he couldn't touch her at all.

"Huan'er, eat something quickly, Huan'er, why are you doing this?"

"Huan'er, don't be like this, it breaks my heart."

"Huan'er..."

Unfortunately, no one heard him.

The burial took place seven days later.

The moment the coffin was closed, she fainted in front of everyone.

"Huan'er!"

"Huan'er!"

Emperor Wu was far away, while Wei Zhongqing was closest to her and caught her first.