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

——In the past, there was a person who liked me very much.

——I call him Zai Zai.

In the heavy snowfall year after year, Dianchen always stood alone on the top of Hongfu Temple, holding up an oil-paper umbrella, letting the snow fall all over the fur.

"Sixth Prince, it's snowing again."

The wise master often met him here, and then the old monk always stood beside him, chanting sutras to him, hoping to meditate for him.

Dianchen put down the paper umbrella and raised his face to see the pure sky.With black eyebrows and knife-cut temples, snowflakes fell on his face, making him look more transparent and pale.

He smiled slightly, his eyes were like old wine, and said slowly: "Master, it's okay, I've grown up..."

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Turning back time, it was still Hongfu Temple. At this time, the five-year-old Xiao Dianchen was lying on the bed, coughing twice, his little face flushed.

The old doctor put his hands back under the quilt, turned around and sighed: "Concubine Jing, the sixth prince has a cold again."

As the name suggests, his mother, Shen Manwen, is a typical Jiangnan woman, and her tone is always graceful and soft: "Please trouble the doctor."

After sending the doctor away, the queen mother touched his forehead: "Chen'er, you can't go out for the time being."

The little boy who was still far away from the voice-changing period gave an "um" and was delicate and weak, like a little girl.

It's not good for him to be small, and his mother has always taken him to live in Hongfu Temple. Only when the New Year's sacrifices are held, can he stay with his father and brothers for a period of time.

He cherishes this opportunity very much, but this year...

After the queen mother left, he heard the voice of the nanny from outside the door: "Masters, the sixth prince is sick, you can't go into this room, or you will get sick too, understand?"

"Understood!" There was a sound of agreement in unison.

Then, I only heard the fourth brother say: "Mama is too worried. Even if he is not sick, I don't want to play with him. It is very boring to push him down." After saying that, the voice ran away with a smile: "Little Five, come on, let's make a snowball and hit Brother Three together!"

All the voices gradually disappeared. After a long time, Dianchen lowered his eyelashes and closed his eyes.

"Brother Six~"

Suddenly, a pair of small hands stretched out from the side of the bed, and then, a round head popped out.

Dian Chen opened his eyes and quickly hid under the quilt: "Xiao Shizi, cough cough cough, why are you here?"

King Qingyuan would bring his son to Hongfu Temple to pray every year after the autumn harvest. Compared with those brothers, Dianchen got along more with him.

The young son Nansu is only three and a half years old this year, and he is still a small group, so he replied in a childish voice, "I'm here to play with Sixth Brother."

"Cough, cough, cough." Dian Chen's small face was flushed with coughing, "No, I have a cold, so I can't get you sick, can you go out?"

"Don't~"

Xiao Nansu shook his head, and the dark blue tassel under the left earlobe shook gently.He held Dianchen's hand, which felt soft to the touch: "When you are sick, Brother Six can only stay alone, it will be very lonely, so I want to accompany you~"

Dianchen quickly withdrew his hand: "No, you will get sick too."

"No way~" Nan Su stood by the bed and patted his chest: "My body is very good. Everyone says that when I grow up, I must be an unrivaled general!"

"Little son? When did you come in?"

Hearing this call, Nan Su's small rosy mouth grew suddenly, and he turned his head to see that it was Dianchen's nanny.

The nanny walked over helplessly: "My little master, what if you are also sick?"

Nan Su threw himself on Dianchen all of a sudden: "No, I want to stay with Sixth Brother, I want to see a hole in his face when he smiles~"

"My God!" The nanny called out in reproach, pulled Nan Su up and walked out: "That's called pear dimple, not pit!"

Dianchen propped himself up, and saw Nan Su's little hand was held by the nanny, and the other little hand was softly stretched out towards him.Tears welled up in those big, round black eyes, but before the tears fell, they were dragged away by the nanny.

After closing the door, the nanny said, "Little son, you can't go in again, do you understand?"

"Oh." The tone was muffled.

The surroundings were quiet again, and Dianchen lay back down again, changing his position to sleep inward.

The charcoal basin was lit in the house, and the sound of "呵呵" was made, which complemented the sound of snow falling outside the window. In the distance, there was the laughter of several brothers playing snowball fights. She obediently closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a pair of small hands stretched out from the side of the bed, and then a round head popped out.

"I'm here again~"

Dianchen jumped up, and before the smile on the corner of his mouth opened, his body quickly shrank back into the quilt: "I told you not to come in."

Nan Su climbed onto a small stool by himself: "I want to see your pit, come on, let's chat~"

"Little prince!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the nanny stood behind Nan Su with her hips crossed, three black lines fell from her head: "I can't relax for a moment!"

"Ah, let go of Zai Zai, woo woo~" After being picked up by the nanny, Nan Su kicked his little hands and feet together, his belt was loosened, and a bunch of golden marbles, small wooden swords, blessing dolls, and so on fell out of his clothes. There is a leather slingshot...

Nan Su was carried away again.

But Dianchen didn't plan to sleep anymore, because he vaguely felt that those little hands would stick out from the edge of the bed again.

But after a while, Mammy took a lock and locked the door.

With a bang, the lock hit the door, sealing the entire room.Dianchen's small body was placed under the quilt, and he continued to wait with his eyes open, until the charcoal basin was half burned, and finally he whispered to himself: "Then I'll go to sleep first."

However, just as he closed his eyes, he heard another soft call: "Brother Six~"

Dianchen's eyes were bright, and he laughed all of a sudden, but when he got up, he found that he was still the only one in the room.

Brother Six, Brother Six, that cub called out one after another.Dianchen got out of bed, put on a small cloak by himself, moved a stool to the window, opened a gap to take a look, and saw that little figure jumping up from the snow in the whiteness outside the courtyard, A snowflake fell on the top of the head.

"Brother Six." He took out a little snowman from behind as if asking for credit, raised his smile and said, "This is you, I brought you with me!"

So, have fun with your share.

Dianchen chuckled, his little face glowed warmly, but when he smiled, his eye sockets turned red.

He suddenly felt that he was like another him in the world, walking in the glacial jungle and wasteland, stepping on the white first snow and thorns to come to him, and then holding him, walking towards the spring together...

"Concubine Jing, I'm afraid the Sixth Prince won't survive this time."

Although the old doctor is used to seeing people who are separated from life and death, he has practiced medicine for many years and has never seen such a well-behaved child. He turned his face away to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, so he could only pack up the medicine box and make room for the mother and child at last. A little time together...

By the way, let someone take out the small coffin...

The candlelight fell on Dianchen's face, he was like a sleeping porcelain doll, but the wisps of lifeless energy between his brows were clearly illuminated.

Shen Manwen gently wiped the child's blood-stained lips, only to feel that he was transparent, as if he was about to return to the chaos.

A drop of tears dripped from the corner of her eyes, but her eyes were still as gentle as the clear springs on the top of the snow-capped mountains, quietly looking at her son, as if he would open his eyes and smile at her at any time.

"Brother Six..." Nan Su kept standing beside him with his head tilted.

He still doesn't know what death is, but probably this kind of atmosphere made him feel something, he suddenly rushed to the bedside and grabbed the blue hand, staring into his black eyes, and shouted: "Brother Six, get up, Get up..."

The vibrato of the milky voice can tremble to the point of pain.

"Brother Six, get up~"

"stand up!"

"Wuuuuu, brother six, get up!!"

The boy on the bed was motionless, faintly out of breath.

The stern north wind suddenly blew across the sky of Hongfu Temple like a blade, and the hawks and venom flew furiously against the wind. The black feathers on their wings were blown away by the hurricane, and they whizzed down with the white snow all over the sky.

Everything gradually quieted down, and it seemed that only his own breathing was left in the whole world.

He felt that there was a golden-red light outside his eyelids, like fine particles falling under the shade of a tree on a sunny day.

Suddenly, he seemed to see the clear sky above the layers of dark clouds, the imperial capital of Jinling, and Hongfu Temple. The ray of light fell towards him, penetrated the bamboo forest, and shone in the green valley. Shandu responded in unison, shouting along with his voice: "Brother Six!!!"

Suddenly, the child on the bed became short of breath, and his small chest twitched like a broken bellows.

Shen Manwen was startled, and stepped back, but her eyes were still fixed on the child, and she urgently called out: "Doctor, doctor!"

……

Shen Manwen's face, just like her character, is dignified and graceful, allowing people to see her gentleness at a glance.

On the second day after Dianchen was rescued, she stared at the candle, smiled serenely, and put a few extra chopsticks into Nansu's bowl.

The child no longer remembered the sadness of yesterday, and when he saw Dianchen half leaning on the edge of the bed, he asked in confusion, "Sixth brother, why don't you eat?"

Shen Manwen replied on behalf of Dianchen: "My elder brother can't eat the staple food yet, it's fine for the son to eat."

Nan Su let out a groan, opened his small mouth "ah", and the nurse next to him quickly fed him a spoonful of rice.

Shen Manwen looked at Nan Su, and smiled warmly like a cloud: "Su'er, since you like Sixth Brother, can you spend more time with him in the future?"

Nan Su thought for a while, and shook his head while chewing: "No, Dad will take me back to Qingyuan in a while, and my mother is waiting at home, she will miss me."

Shen Manwen lowered her eyes, shook her head after a while, and smiled noncommittally.

In fact, she has lived in Hongfu Temple for many years, and she doesn't have much family background.But since then, she sent all the delicious and useful things to Nansu.

Xiao Dianchen didn't understand what she was doing.

Until one day, after he and Nan Su finished making a snowman and went back to their room, they saw his mother bringing the charcoal fire that he was reluctant to use into Nan Su's room, and finally asked in puzzlement, "Aniang, the charcoal burned in the prince's room is also good. Why don't you keep it for yourself?"

While embroidering Nan Su with a bunny pattern on the front of his clothes, Shen Manwen smiled and said, "Aniang treats him well, and he will treat you well too. Don't you like him?"

Xiao Dianchen blinked, suddenly felt shy: "No, he likes me, not I like him!"

Shen Manwen smiled gently, shook her head, not arguing with this little guy.

Soon, it will be the end of the year.

In front of the gate of the temple, Dian Chen and Nan Su hooked each other, and Nan Su said softly, "Sixth Brother, I will come to see you next year, so wait for me~"

When the large team traveled ten miles outside the city, it split into two waves. King Qingyuan diverted to the northwest, while the royal troops galloped into the imperial city of Jinling.

The huge Hongfu Temple suddenly disappeared, and Dianchen felt empty in his heart. When he was about to find his mother, he saw his mother suddenly come out from the back room, holding a tassel earring, and asked the mother: "I forgot to give this to the young prince, where did King Qingyuan go?"

Mammy looked at the sky: "It should be Wuyan Road."

Shen Manwen thought for a moment, then turned around and picked up the cloak: "Their troops are walking slowly, and they should be able to catch up, or they will have to wait until next year." After saying that, she bent down and touched the top of Dianchen's head, and said softly: " Chen'er, Auntie will come as soon as she goes."

Everything suddenly slowed down inexplicably, the wind slowed down, the light slowed down, and she also slowed down.This scene slowly became a picture scroll in Dianchen's memory: she lifted the corner of her skirt, turned around and walked into nothingness, and the shaking of her eyelashes at the moment of blinking was slowed down for more than ten years...

She never came back.

That night, the temperature dropped sharply, and a rare snowstorm swept across the entire Dayan, causing avalanches everywhere, and even in some areas, the avalanche quickly flew for tens of miles.

King Qingyuan's team was buried in Lushan on Wuyan Road.

This natural disaster caused several cities in Dayan to be razed to the ground, and countless people were displaced and separated from their families. In that winter, Dayan and its people shed hot tears together.

When Qingyuan Wang Chenshi was rescued, the first words were: "Su'er! Concubine Jing!"

When the avalanche came, Shen Manwen and Nan Su were standing on the official road at the foot of the mountain, and she was putting tassels on his ears...

The emperor issued a death order. If you want to see the dead, you must see the dead. Tens of thousands of troops searched and excavated around Lushan day and night. Finally, two people were found in a remote cave. At this time, a month had passed since the avalanche.

"Huhu," Dianchen kept running, kept running.

He fell to the ground, got up and ran straight to the palace where the black lantern was hung without caring about patting the slush on his body.

The female officer was changing Shen Manwen's shroud. When he just crossed the threshold, the eunuch who caught up behind him covered his eyes and choked up, "Sixth Prince, you can't watch!"

But at that moment, Dianchen still saw her pale face, chest that stopped heaving, and a thigh bone that had been stripped of flesh...

No one knew how Shen Manwen and Nan Su got to that cave, and no one dared to explore the story behind it, because they were afraid of revealing some kind of cruelty——in a cave without water and food, how should a weak woman explode? What kind of energy can keep a child alive.

When the bloody suicide note written on the middle coat was delivered to Dian Chen, he opened it in a daze, and it read: "Chen'er, don't cry, as long as he can live to be with you, mother thinks it's worth it." ..."

That day, Dianchen stood in the cold wind of early spring, crying so helplessly.

When a sharp thorn pierced into the bottom of his heart, no matter what kind of pain he had suffered before, the child who had never uttered a word burst into tears. He knelt on the ground, clutching the suicide note tightly: "Ah! Mother, I don't want to like him anymore, oh, I want you back, you come back—"

"Chen'er," as if a bare hand gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes: "Do you believe that Auntie will always be by your side?"

He choked and nodded: "I believe."

Because he believed in A Niang's life, he survived in another way.

And when the young prince of Qingyuan woke up in the palace, he seemed to instinctively avoid something, just kept mumbling: "I want to go back to Qingyuan, I want to go back to Qingyuan..."

Dianchen went to visit him, but he just hid timidly under the quilt and never called him Sixth Brother.

The old imperial doctor led Dianchen out and sighed: "He is still young, so it's okay to forget, Sixth Prince, you are a sensible child."

That night, Dianchen knelt in front of his father, his voice seemed to fade a bit softly: "I want to continue to live in Hongfu Temple, hide from the world and practice, don't fight about world affairs, ignore the world, I hope my father will agree."

The emperor looked at him quietly for a long time, and took a deep breath.

After Concubine Jing was buried, King Qingyuan took Nan Su back to Qingyuan, and this secret became a taboo in the palace. Many people who were present at that time were all silenced, and no one mentioned the word Concubine Jing again.

However, when King Qingyuan was rescued, there was only one breath left, and when he returned home, he was already a strong bow, and his whole body was on the verge of collapse.

He only had two daughters under his knees, and his only male was four-year-old Nan Su. If he really passed away, I'm afraid that the huge Qingyuan would fall apart in an instant and be eaten up by the vassal kings from all over the world.

In June of the same year, the emperor sent an imperial edict. After careful consideration, King Qingyuan decided to agree with the emperor's proposal to send Nan Su to the capital for education, and announced to the world——

Before the son was 22 years old, the Qingyuan territory was under the control of the royal family, supervised by vassal princes from all over the country, and the son stayed in the imperial capital of Jinling, under the care of the imperial family, until he grew up and took over the throne of Qingyuan!

……

Before I knew it, the first snow fell seventeen times.

In Hongfu Temple in August, a plain-looking man sits behind a desk and copies Buddhist scriptures by hand.

The night wind blew slowly from the window, and a few strands of black hair fluttered gently on his forehead, passing over his straight nose and thin lips. Gone with the wind, it looks like the person in the painting, without any fireworks.

"Sixth Master, there is an imperial decree in the palace, please go over." Ping Shun ran over quickly.

Dianchen raised his face and frowned lightly: "My purpose?"

Frankly speaking, Dianchen was a little shocked when he finished thanking him.

Going back to the room and opening the thick golden satin cloth, he slowly brushed the name with his fingertips. After a whole night of caressing, there were a few traces of complicated emotions in his handsome eyebrows, but in the end, he smiled softly.

In the past 17 years, he had never inquired about any news from the capital, and he didn't know until now, when the wrinkles in his heart were healed little by little-it turned out that he still remembered the hook that the two of them pulled back then.

But, what does that Prince Qingyuan look like now?

Not meeting each other is the best fantasy additive.

In fact, in the past countless nights, he has copied his appearance in nothingness countless times: Zhili is the main color, and some gentleness, kindness, and elegance are added. Of course, to show the balance of the picture, a little naughty can also be added, but Just a little bit is fine, really just a little bit, because too much is like a little lunatic, and also, I will like him very much...

After copying this painting, he realized that it was so similar to his aunt, but he thought it was a matter of course, because his aunt was still alive.

However, he believed that even without his aunt, that cub would have grown up like this, because he was once his light.

Thinking of this, Dianchen smiled slightly, and lightly brushed the imperial decree with his finger: "Aniang, have you seen it, I'm going to marry him."

The night before going down the mountain, he went to worship Guanyin.

In the temple, he looked up at her statue, and said calmly, "Did she beg you to give me a marriage?"

Avalokitesvara didn't answer, it seemed to be acquiescing.

On August [-]th, he entered the palace calmly, took a bath and combed his hair, put on the groom's wedding clothes, paid homage to the heaven and earth, the monarch, took the golden pole, took a deep breath, and lifted the hijab...

After looking at it for a while, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "Dianchen, I have seen my lady."

【Speak】

This is Dianchen's perspective, not Nansu's.

There will be a reversal afterwards, the foreshadowing has been written before, quack quack.