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

Concubine?

Dianchen stared at Nan Su straight up.His gaze always reminds people of snakes, like attracts like, maybe that's why the nest of snakes made their home in his bedroom.

"Miss."

Dianchen suddenly chuckled, but there was a hint of anger in that smile, but his tone was still well controlled: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

Nansu Pazi covered his face, tears welled up from the corners of his eyes: "Of course I know what I'm talking about, but what can I do? I'm the one who married and not you, how do you understand my difficulties? I thought Returning to Beijing is a good thing, but today I know what the people are talking about about me? I really don’t want to mention those bad things in front of you.”

Speaking of sadness, Nan Su took a sip of wine, and said sadly: "Also, I happened to meet many cute babies today, and they all look so beautiful. Sixth prince, you and I can be fathers in the first place Man, but once this marriage is gifted, we will never be born again, I think there is a child in the family, is this wrong?"

Dianchen narrowed his eyes slightly, but still did not praise Nan Su's position.

Fortunately, Nan Su had already started talking, so he said to himself: "But I will always be your wife, and I have to take care of the face of the royal family. Doesn't the responsibility of carrying on the family fall to you? Whether it is for us to have a descendant , or because of my reputation, can't you take a few concubines? You just said you want to be nice to me yesterday, why are you giving me a supercilious look today?"

As soon as the words fell, Dianchen raised his eyebrows, and finally realized something.

He has always been a sensitive person, and after hearing Nan Su's crying, he knew that the confession in Hongfu Temple was nothing more than a fantasy—it was fortunate that his heart had stopped beating for so long.

But the shameful thing is that he still wants him to owe him favors, or rather, he also wants to know how much he cares about him...

"it is good."

Dian Chen suddenly smiled warmly, and agreed, his expression was always watertight, and his voice was also: "Then how much room do you think is suitable?"

Nan Su put down the veil, slowly raised his eyes to look at him: "What do you think?"

"How many rooms are not enough? I think your thirty or forty servants are about the same. Your vision must not be bad, and they must also be the daughters of innocent families. It just happened to relieve you of your worries."

Nan Su felt that Dianchen really understood him: "I'm really touched that you can consider me so much."

"Heh," Dianchen chuckled, "Young lady, you're welcome."

The words seem to have come to an end here.

Nan Su's tears earned what he wanted, immediately threw the handkerchief away, unfolded the folding fan, and said sincerely: "Sixth prince, the inn is always inconvenient, and the new house is also troublesome, why don't you just die in the son's mansion? If you think it’s not enough face, tomorrow I’ll replace the plaque of the Shizi Mansion with yours..."

"There is no need to change the plaque."

Dianchen smiled calmly, got up and walked to the cabin first: "The rest is up to you."

……

The sixteen courtyards at the front and back of the Shizi Mansion are all grand and extravagant, and it is only a matter of Nan Su's words to spare some rooms to accommodate the people in the palace.

Nan Su was used to hiding a pair of eyes sent by the emperor to stare at him in a corner that he could not see, so he did enough tricks, and explained to Ping Er and others, both of them cried barking.

Although Dian Chen is not favored, but the prince is the prince, there is no king in the world, in Dayan's territory, Dian is the most awesome surname!

Women have no reason to refuse.

Ping'er is Nan Su's favorite maid, she looks so beautiful, after Dian Chen officially moved into the Shizi Mansion the next day, Nan Su led her to Dian Chen's bedroom that night.

Before formally accepting a concubine, Nan Su had to first see whether Dian Chen, the Buddha who had been holding back for many years, was heading down this path.

On the way, Ping'er tugged on Nan Su's sleeve, reluctantly said: "My lord, is there no other way?"

Nan Su stopped, sighed deeply, and actually expressed some genuine sorrow.After a long time, Fang Fang laughed again: "Ping'er, you can't call me Lord from now on, you know? I am the wife and concubine of the Sixth Prince just like you. Be careful in front of him and don't make him angry."

Ping'er has been with Nan Su for many years, and although she has been a maid for no name, she has never been treated badly, and she even lives a more nourishing life than ordinary girls.

She had never seen a man better than Nan Su, and now she had to face Dian Chen, she cringed for a moment: "My lord, what if the sixth prince doesn't like me?"

"Who doesn't like my screen?"

Nan Su pinched her cheek and comforted her: "Don't be afraid, just go. I'm on top of you, can I still suppress you and compete with you?"

Ping'er chuckled, with a coquettish look on her face, and a bit of coquettish timidity: "But, I still can't bear to part with you."

Nan Su turned to the other side: "Bao, just forget about me, since the day I sat in the sedan chair, I have no chance with you. If you can fall into the eyes of the sixth prince, you know what it means, right? From now on, you are a royal, that is an inexhaustible glory, and the most important thing is - honor!"

Ping'er: "..."

Seeing that no one answered, Nan Su turned his head and saw that Ping'er turned his head and walked towards Dianchen's room without any hesitation.Immediately, his nose was twisted with anger: "Then you don't have to forget me so quickly!!!"

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was opened, revealing Dian Chen's clear face.

After taking a look at the two of them, he finally fixed his eyes on Nan Su, his lips tightly pursed into a straight line.

Nan Su was afraid that he would not give Ping Er a good face, when he was about to speak, unexpectedly, the smile froze on his face the next moment——

Dianchen stretched out his long arms and took Ping'er into his arms.

Ping'er let out an "ah" and just stood still when her chin was lifted.The man looked down at her facial features, although his expression was still calm, but maybe because he was holding a woman in his arms, his movements seemed more loving, and his eyes were gentle, as if there was no one else around.

Dianchen smiled slightly: "You are beautiful."

The girl who was used to Nansu's popular ways couldn't resist such a gentle man for a while, and stammered: "I, I, I was ordered to serve you..."

Dianchen raised the corners of his lips, and softened his eyes: "Okay, I just happen to be tired."

Nan Su's brain has been shut down.

He only felt that the blood in his body had turned into lemon juice, but the most bewildering thing was that he didn't know who to be sour at the moment, and he actually facilitated this situation!

Who the hell are you going to tell this to?

Dianchen finally took a look at him: "I'm very satisfied, please trouble my lady."

"Hehehe, you're welcome." Nan Su instinctively smiled with eight teeth.

Dianchen raised his eyebrows: "The lady is still standing here, do you want to?"

"I…"

Nan Su suddenly couldn't continue, and asked himself, he suddenly didn't know what he was doing.But he regained his composure in an instant, unfolded the folding fan, and said with a smile: "I'm just afraid that you will treat others badly, so why not, I will leave after watching you go in."

For some reason, as soon as he uttered these words, he felt a little regretful, frowned reflexively, held his breath, as if waiting for something.

It seemed that after a long while, Dian Chen calmly replied: "Really." The tone was understated, no emotion could be heard.

Nan Su opened his mouth and before he could make a sound, there was a sudden "bang", and the door was slammed shut.

He stopped shaking the fan for a moment, and just stood there for an unknown how long, when he suddenly heard Ping Er's laughter coming from the room.

Until then, he slowly squatted down, his face a little depressed.

"Sir."

Lu Yao emerged from the darkness and walked behind Nan Su: "Is this the Sixth Prince's liking for you?"

The usually steady young guard had a rare hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"I know, you don't need to tell me!"

In an instant, Nan Su's face darkened, he got up and strode towards his yard.

"pretty good."

With Lu Yao around, he didn't worry about secret whistles within [-] meters, he just relaxed and said: "Then light the incense lightly, and help Ping'er. The sixth prince died of drinking and sex, it doesn't matter. On the head of someone in my south, be careful not to be discovered, take your time, this is a long-term job."

Lu Yao smiled slightly: "This subordinate obeys orders."

……

After returning to the bedroom, Nan Su finished washing and sat in front of the mirror to undo her bun.

After unbundling, there was a knot in the middle of the hair, and he suddenly pulled it vigorously with the tooth comb, which made his scalp hurt, and couldn't help looking at the young master in the mirror angrily.

In fact, men from Qingyuan do not have long hair.

And it stands to reason that his facial features should be deeper than those of the Central Plains people, but after living in the imperial capital for many years, it seems that even his appearance has been assimilated.

Now, the only Qingyuan imprint on his body is probably the small pierced earlobe on his left earlobe.

"Whoosh-"

Nan Su violently opened the drawer, took out a dark blue tassel from the inside, and stuck the tip into the ear hole.Although his ears were pierced since he was a child, he was still afraid that it would grow back, and he always had to poke it twice from time to time, just like, he was always afraid that he would forget where his home was if he forgot.

When I looked up again, the man in the mirror had already hung the long dark blue tassel on the earlobe—half a finger long, made of 99 thin whiskers, much like a pendant under a miniature lantern.

"..."

After sitting silently for a while, his expression gradually calmed down, and then he took off the tassels and put them back——

The emperor would not like to see him wearing this thing.

……

Xu was exhausted, Nan Su fell asleep quickly.

But after not sleeping for a long time, Nan Su was awakened by the sound of footsteps outside. When he opened the door, he saw Dr. Li running towards Dianchen's yard carrying a medicine box.

Oops, Lu Yao won't be discovered, right?

He admitted that he wanted to escape this night, and deliberately ignored the movement over there, but now he couldn't continue to ignore it no matter what, so he grabbed a robe at will and ran over there.

Dianchen's yard was next to his, otherwise he wouldn't be awakened, and when he rushed over, he saw several guards had already carried Dianchen out of the pond.

On the day of the twelfth lunar month, the pool water was bone-chillingly cold. The man was only wearing a pair of underwear, his lean upper body was already blue with cold, and every muscle seemed to be trembling.

Nan Su thought in a daze: Damn, how many fucking sticks of incense did you light, Lu Yao?I'm here to add to the fun, not to make you jump into the pond!

Ping Shun hurriedly put the blanket over Dian Chen's body, and hurriedly called Dr. Li to go to the bedroom, who has time for other things?

The man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to be a little hazy, but after seeing Nan Su's figure who was stunned in place, he came to his senses in an instant.

Gentle, indifferent, calm, this is the impression Dianchen gave Nan Su.

But Nan Su felt that he seemed to be hallucinating, because he saw half of the corner of the man's mouth curled up, and suddenly showed him an evil smile, the crackling teeth shining cold white in the darkness——

It's like saying, Nan Su, you are fucking dead! !