Chiaki Snow

The emperor's cousin really didn't tell me that the funeral ceremony was done according to the prince's etiquette, and he also picked me a place with excellent Fengshui, which is Nanming Mountain near the imperial city.

The tombs of the royal family have been repaired a long time ago, and you can usually move in directly after death. It's just that I didn't play my cards according to common sense.

It’s just that those craftsmen who broke ground and rushed to work overnight, after all, no matter in terms of age or status, my tomb hadn’t started planning before I was alive.

According to the words of the Taoist priest, it was "first wronged Chengjun Wang for a while", dug a small grave next to it, erected a stone tablet, buried it there temporarily, and moved it in after my tomb was built in three or five years , buried in peace.

I don't care about myself, and I don't feel wronged or wronged. If I die, it doesn't matter where I live.

However, with a coffin and a cemetery, I also feel like I have a home.

I usually go out for a stroll, and occasionally meet other ghosts, say hello and chat for a while, and I have to go back to my big nanmu coffin to lie down at night to feel at ease.

The other ghosts admire me for no other reason. One is that I am the ghost with the highest status in life, and the other is that I am the richest among them.

The emperor's cousin burned a lot of paper money and ingots for me, so that I can live a very luxurious life in the underworld, not to mention that those craftsmen come to my grave every day to offer offerings before starting work, and fresh fruits and delicious snacks every day, making other ghosts envious It's incredible.

After that funeral, I didn't like to run away into the capital either, for fear that meeting acquaintances would only make me sad.

Long-term hatred is not as good as water, waiting for waves to rise on the ground.

Amitabha, good is good.

I wandered quite far that day, and it was a bit late when I came back.

Ordinarily, I have two meals a day, one in the morning when I start work, and one in the afternoon when they rest.

When I was a ghost, I obeyed the rules a lot more, and I didn’t eat after noon.

It's just that when I came back from a stroll tonight, I clearly had two extra suppers.

Six-color wishful candied fruit, and...

Golden hibiscus cake.

I thought that when I got to this point, I would be calm and indifferent.

I took a bite, and the familiar taste came over, and I couldn't help it.

I feel like crying.