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

Nan Su was in a trance, sitting on the ground, as if he was really drunk...

What happened in this hour can be summed up in two sentences——

He resolutely ignited the fire pocket, "呵啦", the fire started.

The man stood a few feet away, waved his hand calmly, "Wow!", the fire went out...

It's like a fucking dream.

Nan Su stared blankly at the entire process of putting out the fire, only to feel that the little flame of resistance in his heart was also extinguished...

When several highly respected masters arrived, Dian Chen put his hand on the tip of his nose and slapped it, and said lightly: "The imperial concubine smells very strongly of alcohol."

As if reminding Nan Su: clean up, it's time for you to perform...

Nan Su looked up at Dianchen, and gradually clenched his fists.

Is this an unintentional coincidence, or an intentional obstruction?But no matter what the situation is, does Dianchen know what his meddling this time means to him?Could it be that he really wants to force him to be more desperate, to force him to do... even more outrageous things...

Nan Su looked up to the sky and laughed, and shook his upper body twice.

Then, he fell drunk to the ground and shouted without image: "Fireworks, New Year's Eve, drink, drink, drink, everyone! Bang bang, I wish everyone a new year~"

Countless eyes gathered on him, all kinds of eyes.This feeling is not unfamiliar, many times when he passed out drunk on the streets of the capital, passers-by looked at him like this.

But this time was different, because there was a man named Dianchen in the crowd.

While laughing, Nan Su danced and stomped around, smiling and laughing, a few crystal tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, he couldn't help it, he just burst into tears, crying until his teeth were almost crushed...

He didn't know how long it had passed, and he didn't know what Dian Chen had said to those masters, and when he stopped crying for a while, the noise had also quieted down.

After a while, Dianchen came over and said condescendingly: "Little crying bag, get up."

There were obviously so many people behind him, but Dianchen wanted to pull him in person.

Nan Su was immediately dragged to stand upright. He was so angry that he didn't even think about it. He slammed his knee against Dianchen's thighs: "Fucking, I'll kill you first!"

Dianchen frowned, as if he hadn't expected it, but his reaction speed was not slow, he quickly avoided, and with a sudden sweep of his legs, Nan Su tilted his body and fell into Dianchen's arms with a "bang".

A deep male voice pressed against Nan Su's ear: "Are you really drunk?"

Nan Su acted as if he hadn't heard of it, just stared at the sky and sobbed: "It's snowing heavily, woo woo."

While speaking, he pressed Dian Chen even more vigorously, freed up one hand, five fingers formed into claws, and suddenly took it towards the opponent's heart, the movement was swift, it was extremely ruthless!

Dian Chen was staggered by his pressure, and suddenly turned to the side, completely relieved. Nan Su was hugged by his waist, caught off guard, his body turned involuntarily.

The man hugged him and turned around, and just stopped, when he came over and kicked on the calf bone in an instant, the pain made Nansu's temple twitch, and he immediately knelt forward, hanging directly on Dianchen's neck …

Damn it!

Nan Su raised his face abruptly, stared at Dianchen fiercely, his chest heaved violently with anger, and bumped into him...

The postures of the two were extremely ambiguous, face to face, snorting could be heard, Dian Chen looked down at him, his face suddenly softened, and he smiled warmly: "My lady, do you still want to beat me?"

Nan Su's eyes turned red immediately, and he was about to continue to attack——

But at this moment, the abbot, who had been seeing Nansu drunk all the time, finally frowned, stepped forward and said: "Even though there is not much loss in the Tibetan scripture pavilion, there must be an explanation for this matter. Sixth prince, sixth concubine, can you help me?" Take it back first, but after he sobers up, please come to the Buddhist hall and wait for an explanation."

"Thank you, Abbot, for your understanding."

Dianchen raised his cloak, wrapped Nan Su in it, and nodded at everyone: "Then, let's say goodbye first."

How could Nansu hide in Dianchen's cloak, but suddenly a big hand was put on his back, and he pushed him forward a little bit, as if he was too drunk to stand up.

"Nan Shizi."

The tenderness just now disappeared from the man's eyes, and he said in a cold voice as he walked: "You'd better think clearly whether you are playing crazy with alcohol at the moment, or you are crazy with drinking. If it is the latter, I advise you to stop in moderation."

How could a drunkard understand what he said?

Nan Su took a deep breath, immediately clapped his hands and smiled, and shouted in a trance tone: "I'm so dizzy and hot all over. Damn, sixth prince, can you help me by taking me home? Oh, it doesn't seem to be possible. On the wedding night, I Damn, the concubine who yelled all night can't sit, the concubine can't sit~~"

"..."

Even if they are monks, they are all men, and countless eyes immediately stuck to Dianchen's back, with indescribable meaning.

Dianchen's expression was very calm, but perhaps because of the strenuous fight just now, his lips were a little pale, and he immediately walked away quickly with Nan Su in his arms, without stopping.

........

Nan Su couldn't tell if Dianchen really knew that he was fighting against the royal family, so he simply did the whole thing, yelling all the way, and finally got the man to drag him back to the master bedroom.

But maybe he is really super good at acting. When Dianchen threw him on the bed, his eyebrows were already frowned, as if he doubted his own judgment.

Everyone knows many things well, but whether they can be put on the table is another matter.

"I'm so dizzy, I'm going to sleep~"

Nan Su really didn't want to see this man, cried twice, and rolled directly into bed.

No one spoke for a long time, so long that Nan Su even suspected that Dian Chen had left, suddenly, the man pulled his shoulders over, a big hand lightly landed on his forehead, and took his temperature.

After a while, there was the sound of running water, and a wet towel covered the back of Nan Su's hand, still steaming.

what!

Nan Su finally couldn't help but opened his eyes a little, and saw Dianchen sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping his hands with downcast eyes, from fingertips to wrists, from palms to fingers, every place was sticky with wine, And the dust left by Nan Su when he crawled and rolled on the ground was eventually brushed away by the man bit by bit...

The surroundings are very quiet, only the sound of the north wind blowing outside the window, the cold wind outside, and the towel in the man's hand, the temperature is just right.

Nan Su turned his face away in time and closed his eyes, he knew very well that he didn't need some illusory things.

"Ancestor."

Dianchen suddenly spit out two words in a low voice.

The person on the bed was motionless, Dianchen stared at him for a long time, he could only take a deep breath, got up to change the water.

It wasn't until he wiped his ancestor's claws clean that he picked him up, and then...

Hands on the belt.

Obviously, to undress him.

As it turns out, sometimes being overly considerate doesn't make one feel caring.

Someone frowned, and finally couldn't pretend anymore.