Every day after the marriage, I prepare a funeral for my husband

After tidying up, Ping Shun backed out with a sigh, and the whole side sleeper fell into a deathly silence again.

Slight pain and numbness still spread throughout the abdominal cavity, but after lying down for a while, Dianchen slowly got up, walked around the screen with vain steps, and walked to the small altar behind.

Apart from an incense burner and a few white candles, there was only one rectangular object covered with a black cloth on the table.

Ever since Nansu came to Hongfu Temple, Dianchen had covered it up, and at this moment when he gently lifted it, a bottle of spirit tablet was revealed under the black cloth, with a pure black primer, and a line of official script decorated with golden paint in the middle depression— —

The position of loving mother Shen Manwen.

"Auntie."

Just like calling Nan Su his wife, Dian Chen only called her A Niang, not his queen mother.

He twisted a piece of incense, lit it on a white candle, stared at the fire, and said in a calm tone: "Mother, he has not grown up as you hoped, have you seen it? Drinking, gambling, shopping in brothels , swearing, causing trouble, telling lies without drafting, and even without the most basic manners, this is the child you saved with your life."

The tip of the incense quickly turned black, and Dianchen breathed out lightly, blowing out the sparks, and blue smoke came out.

He didn't perform the ceremony of offering sacrifices, but just casually inserted the incense into the ashes and stared quietly at his silent mother.

A man with a lonely heart, even wiped his tears upwards. He stood upright, but used his wrist to wipe the crystals from the corners of his eyes behind his temples, and gently put the black cloth on the spirit card again, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Aniang, I feel worthless for you."

After all, turn around and leave.

......

The sick night passed quietly, leaving no one with any symptoms.

When the bell rang the next morning, Dianchen still got up on time, then washed, felt his pulse, burned incense, and went to listen to Zen scriptures...

So, he didn't see the little note until noon when he returned to his room, and was blown under the table by the air current brought by the door opening.

He frowned lightly, walked over to pick it up, and saw a line of awkward words written on it: Are you responsible for me?

Suddenly, the north wind whizzing past the house seemed to be stronger.

However, sometimes if you miss it, you miss it. Sometimes the opportunity is fleeting, and the difference is only a second or two. What's more, after a whole night of precipitation, it is enough to put aside the sensibility in the dead of night and restore calmness and reason.

Dianchen looked at it silently for a while, crumpled the note into a ball, and walked to the wastebasket on the desk——

Throw it in.

After dinner, Dianchen drank the medicine and sat in a chair to read a book.

Ping Shun cleaned up the dining table, and when she walked over to wipe the bookshelf, she found the man staring at the book, as if his soul was in the dark.

"Master Six?"

Ping Shun walked to his side, and covered his legs with a thin blanket: "What are you thinking?"

Dianchen's pupils moved, and he raised his hand to turn over a page of the book: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about the truth in the book."

Ping took a closer look, and then stared at Dianchen with wide eyes: "Wow, Liu Ye, you can read books backwards! But why do you read backwards? Is it more suitable for thinking?"

"..."

Dianchen looked down, and said expressionlessly: "Well, look backwards to see if the blood is smooth."

Ping Shun naively questioned: "Isn't that handstand?"

Dianchen took a deep breath and threw the book on the table: "...you go back."

When Ping Shun returned to his residence, he still had this matter in mind. How many people in the world can read books backwards?He really admired his master so much.

But as soon as he lay down, he saw a man rushing in suddenly, almost tripped over the threshold, but immediately asked with wide eyes, "Did you take the wastebasket?"

Ping Shun immediately laughed triumphantly: Of course!

He Ping Shun is the servant who is the best at serving the master, he can't help cleaning the house clean, and dumps the daily garbage far away, not even a single leaf will float in front of the master's eyes!

Is the master coming here in such a hurry to reward him?

A reward indeed.

Ping Shun was very happy, lighting up the lantern happily, and when he walked into the huge garbage dump, two lines of tears fell down his stiffly smiling cheeks.

......

At the same time, Nan Su carried a small burden and went down to the foot of the mountain in the dark.

On the hidden path, he stared angrily at the blocking dog in front of him, and shouted: "Go away, I can't stay here anymore!"

The blocking dog was sent by the emperor, a middle-aged man, with a neat big swallowtail beard, and a face with extremely high cheekbones, with an unreasonable appearance: "My lord, is it because we didn't take care of you well?" ? Why did you go down the mountain?"

Looking at the several guards behind him, Nan Su managed to suppress his anger: "I'm out of wine, go down the mountain to buy wine!"

"Don't worry, my son, I will bring the fine wine to your room tomorrow." The middle-aged man paused, and smiled slightly: "Eat, drink, play, whatever you want, I will bring it to you, and return it to you." Please don’t embarrass us, the current people.”

Nan Su took a deep breath: "Okay, I want a woman!"

"The important place of Buddhism, please respect yourself."

"Then let me go down the mountain, don't bother you!"

"Sir."

The middle-aged man is well versed in the style of the palace family, although he is smiling, his eyes have no emotion: "The emperor ordered you to accompany the sixth prince in the temple. Could it be that you want to resist the order?"

As if this was the funniest question in the world, Nan Su unfolded his folding fan and covered his mouth with a soft smile.

"how is this possible?"

He turned his eyes, and a wonderful young man's style was on the brows in an instant, with a natural dissolute and cynical: "Look at what you said, I will trouble you, ten altars of spring breeze brewing, the young master who is not drunk and virtuous will not drink it !"

Twisting his waist, he headed towards the mountain, but stopped after walking a few steps, pointed at the middle-aged man with his fan, narrowed his eyes and said, "Haven't I asked you the name of this good dog yet? "

The middle-aged man said calmly, "Duan Nian, I was ordered by the emperor to serve the sixth prince and you. I hope you will take care of me in the future."

"Good to say."

Nan Su Lang smiled affectionately, turned around and went up the mountain humming a little tune.

The top of the building in the temple was only a blurred outline in the night. When he climbed up the steps step by step, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, with a few traces of cruelty flashing in his eyes.

......

There was a trace of whiteness on the edge of the day, and the stained Dian Chen finally walked into the study with a note on which a few drops of vegetable soup had been sprinkled.

He used to love to be neat and tidy, even a slight obsession with cleanliness, but he solemnly locked the note into the box, and then sat down at the table.

"Sixth Master, you are still not asleep~"

Ping Shun was almost on the verge of crying, smelling the smell on his body, and almost ran out of the door to take a bath.

A few strands of messy black hair fell from Dianchen's forehead, covering his eyes under his eyebrows.Soon, he smiled warmly, took out a piece of letter paper, and said while studying the ink: "Wait until I write a letter, and you post it before going to bed."

Ping Shun was a little surprised: "Where to send it?"

"The Royal Palace."

"..."

Ping Shun was shocked immediately, not to mention participating in political and military disputes, even the private news in the capital, and men never paid attention to it, but now, they want to take the initiative to send a letter to the palace?What is it that deserves a man to break the rules he has set?

Ping Shun carefully moved to the back of Dian Chen, only to see that the first word that fell was: Father Emperor...

But at this point, Dianchen suddenly stopped again, his beautiful eyes were slightly red, and his eyes became deep and melancholy.After a long while, he crumpled the piece of paper into a ball, took another sheet, and wrote——

The father, at least, has to erect a tombstone with his name on his son.

Because, I have been here in this world.