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

——My name is Nan Su.

——I had a dream for 18 years.

In Prince Qingyuan's mansion, when the nanny was feeding the young prince, Mrs. Zeng rushed in suddenly, picked up the prince, and shouted at the door: "Whoever dares to send my son to Jinling, I will fight with my life!"

Jinling.

Even though he was far away from that cave, Nan Su still trembled when he heard these two words, and quickly got into Zeng's arms, crying: "I won't go, I won't go..."

Seeing this, Zeng's heart ached even more, and she raised her hand and smashed a sapphire bottle out of the door, and it fell to pieces, accompanied by her mournful voice: "What kind of Qingyuan king are you, what kind of father are you! The emperor is worried and kind!" , Seeing that your time is running out, this is bullying my Nan family without a man to support me!"

"But if I don't agree, Su'er is only four years old, how can he govern Qingyuan?"

Qingyuan Wang Nanrong stood at the door, motionless, with a desolate voice: "Send Su'er to Jinling, at least the emperor will still be under the control of the vassals, if not, I am afraid that such a large territory will be destroyed by other vassals in a few years." Divide it up with the officials. You mothers have been wronged for a few years, and when Su'er grows up, he has the ability to—"

Zeng interrupted his words with a hiss, and lost all his grace in the past: "What grows up? What becomes an adult? If Su'er goes to Jinling alone, can you guarantee that he will have a chance to grow up? Parents, who do not love their children far away?" Won a piece of land? Are you not Su'er's father, don't you feel sad?"

Nan Rong wanted to give her a calm smile, but suddenly saw the little son curled up in his mother's arms, his little face was pale with fright, and tears flowed from his black and clear eyes.

At this moment, King Qingyuan seemed to be a bit haggard again. The mighty prince who repelled 20 Lindan tribes back then seemed to have finally left him...

After nightfall, Nan Rong hugged Nan Su and stood on the high platform, looking down at everything in Qingyuan with a pair of cold eyes, only felt the cold air pouring into the lungs along the cavity, like a piece of ice.

Nan Su rubbed his eyes and said, "Father, I'm sleepy."

King Qingyuan looked down at his small face, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, but his voice suddenly became choked up: "Su'er, take a look with Dad again, take a look at our home, our Qingyuan..."

Qingyuan is located in the northwest of Dayan, when the avalanche came, the damage was far more serious than the hinterland.

Nan Rong has devoted her whole life to Dayan, but now, she only wants to be selfish for a while.

A few days later, countless teams for resettling the victims knocked on the closed doors one by one, distributed food and clothes, and said: "Our prince ordered that if there are children under five years old in the family, they can get two more." Two salts, supplies are limited, first come, first served.”

For a while, without the need for troops to knock on the door, the people rushed over by themselves.A man squeezed closer, pushed away the person in front with all his strength, and lifted his son up - he weighed his feet and raised his head, in exchange for salt.

A school lieutenant looked at the child's facial features, shook his head inexplicably, and after the man received the salt, he said loudly: "Hurry up, next one!"

This fiery wave rolled towards the outside of the city in just a few days. The victims were grateful and praised, and many people even erected the longevity tablets of King Qingyuan...

Sometimes, if you feel that it is difficult to do something, it is just because your rights are not strong enough to support it.

And he is the king who rules Qingyuan, with tens of thousands of troops under his command, and tens of thousands of gold and silver!

After such a carpet-like intensive search, finally, a month later, the guard walked into Nan Rong's study with a child in his arms.

Nan Rong carefully looked at the child's facial features, his eyes lit up, and asked the guard, "How old is it?"

The guard replied respectfully: "Three years old, younger than Shizi, but this is the most suitable one I have found so far."

In fact, if you look carefully, there are still subtle differences between the two children.

However, one side raises one side, and Qingyuan people have very deep facial features, which also creates a strange phenomenon: Sometimes, Qingyuan people look similar to Jinling people, just as Jinling people look similar to Qingyuan people ...

After the death of Concubine Jing, all the servants who had close contact with Nansu were silenced, and the only sixth prince who was familiar with Nansu also went back to Hongfu Temple to hide from the world. When the child grows up...

Thinking of this, Nan Rong's cheeks turned sickly red, and he tried to smile: "It's him." After saying that, he waved to the child, and said kindly: "What's your name?"

The child turned around and couldn't see his relatives, so he pouted, so he could only answer in a low voice, "Gu Qiao."

"No," Nan Rong said with a smile, "Your name is Nan Su."

"No, my surname is Gu."

Nan Su sighed and gave him a wink, and the guard carried the child down.

A few days later, a village in Qingyuan with only a dozen families was looted by bandits, and no one survived. A fire burned for a day and a night.

There is a family named Gu in the village. Her husband is the only educated scholar in the village. He is very handsome, and his wife is also beautiful, but she is a tigress. When will my mother and son be able to live a good life!"

However, when the officers and soldiers went to clean up the corpses, they found two groups of blackened coke hugging each other. It was judged that when bandits attacked, the husband protected his wife in his arms. A small piece of black coal, there is no doubt that it is their son.

The scorching flames covered the blood red of the whole place, buried deeply together with those shameful crimes, and all cremated into ashes...

"Help, help—"

And in a dungeon in the palace, a guard pinched the child's mandible and asked, "What's your name?"

There were a few red palm marks on the child's face, but he choked and said: "My name is Gu Qiao..."

"Crash," the little head was pushed into the water, it was dark, suffocated, and boundless fear pressed down on him.He couldn't move, he could only choke on the water, and his tears mixed into the bucket...

"what's your name?"

"Gu Qiao..."

"what's your name?"

"Gu Qiao..."

……

My name is Nan Su.

Prince Qingyuan, he is four years old this year.

In the drowsy sleep, in a trance, Nan Su seemed to see a young couple embracing each other, gradually moving away from him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call them, but suddenly couldn't remember what they looked like, what their names were, or rather, he even forgot what they should be called...

"Su'er, are you awake?"

When he opened his eyes, Nan Su saw Zeng's beautiful face again.He pursed his lips a few times, only to see a slender hand reaching out to touch the top of his head, the woman said softly: "What do you want to eat, mother will make it for you."

He bowed his head and said nothing, at this time Zeng picked him up and said with a smile: "Silly Suer, I had another nightmare, dreaming that someone bullied you?"

Is it a dream?

He raised his eyes and looked at Zeng Shi timidly, only to feel that her eyes were beautiful, shining warmly with the brilliance of his mother.

"Su'er," Mrs. Zeng scratched the bridge of his nose, teasingly said, "If you love to cry so much, how will you marry a wife in the future?"

This was a grotesque dream. After waking up, everything gradually blurred into the mist. He seemed to remember that his name was Nan Su, and this was his home...

This word seemed to weigh a thousand catties, but he still said it because he suddenly wanted to cry so much, and he just wanted someone to hug him well.

"mother…"

In October, King Qingyuan finally felt that he could no longer hold on.

The sky was low, and the north wind howled, he went to a mansion hidden in the bustling market, where his own son was going to spend the future.

"Su'er, did you understand what Dad told you?"

Nan Su blinked, although he was puzzled, he still nodded obediently: "Understood, I will stay here and not go anywhere, or I will die."

Nan Rong felt sore in her heart, she took him into her arms for the last time, and kissed his hair.

"Lu Yao."

Hearing the call, the young man stepped forward. Although he was only ten years old, he had a straight back and steady eyes. He was dressed in black clothes, showing a kind of maturity that did not match his age.

"I have explained everything to you, but I still have to ask you again at this time, what is your mission?"

The young man knelt down on one knee, cupped his hands and said, "At all costs, I will definitely bring Gu Qiao back to Qingyuan."

Nan Rong smiled quietly, but the dead air between her brows grew a little stronger: "You grew up with Su'er, you should know that if Gu Qiao doesn't come back, Su'er will never be able to stand in the sunshine again in this life." Bottom. This is the task entrusted to you by me and the whole Qingyuan, if you can't persist, think about your parents, they are still working in the mansion."

The boy's eyelashes trembled a few times, and his tone was sonorous: "This subordinate understands, and vows to protect Qingyuan to the death."

In November, King Qingyuan took a child, a teenager, into Jinling's golden cage.

On the way back in the same month, King Qingyuan died suddenly at the age of 36.

Time flies, 18 years passed in the blink of an eye.

The first long bell rang in the early morning, the sound was long and mighty, the city gate slowly opened amidst the bell, the sun was shining, and a new day in Qingyuan City, amidst the cheers of the people celebrating the birth of the new king, slowly opened. It started slowly.

The officials and women of prominent families who came to watch the ceremony arrived at the high platform before dawn, with shadows on their temples, and fragrant BMW cars winding along the long street...

And when the new king was accepting the worship of all the people on the high platform, in a dark and stuffy dungeon, a basin of water was poured on the man who was chained.

"Wow—"

He was a little sober, and after his eyes got used to the dim light in front of him, a cynical smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said helplessly, "Can you stop being so rude? You have to be punished for beheading, I don't know." I told you, let me meet my mother first..."

"Go ahead when you wake up."

A middle-aged man sat behind the case, ignored his request, and said while drawing a pen: "On the sixth day of November, after you burned Hongfu Temple, you were alone with the sixth prince for a while. What happened in the middle, let's talk about it." Probably will do."

"Oh, okay." The man sighed deeply, and said, "To tell you the truth, we had a fight after we got back to the house, and I beat him up, and he called me dad."

"..."

The middle-aged man paused his pen, frowned and asked, "If you don't want to suffer again, I advise you to tell the truth."

"Why did you lie to you?" The man met the eyes of the middle-aged man, and smiled grimly, panting and coughing for a while. He was dressed in shabby white clothes, and there were spots of scarlet blood immediately, like a ghost bathed in blood.

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes to look at him, his gaze was like a glow. After a long time, he finally got up and walked out of the dungeon, ready to report the situation to Mrs. Zeng...

Half asleep and half awake, only to hear the lock on the door, and someone came in and stood in front of the man.

He raised his eyes, and the person in front of him was Lu Yao.

As the master and servant looked at each other, Lu Yao couldn't bear it, and suddenly he knelt down on one knee, and said with red eyes: "Your Majesty, don't provoke Madam anymore, it won't do you any good. I want to tell you something... "

The man quietly watched Lu Yao's lips open and close, and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

It was so cold in the dungeon, the wind cut his skin like a knife, but he gradually lost his feeling, only felt that a heart seemed to fall into the winter lake, numb from the cold...

After Lu Yao told everything he knew, he clenched his fists and begged again: "My lord, if you cooperate, Madam can save your life..."

"Hahaha," the man suddenly laughed mockingly: "I want to see, if you don't cooperate, what can happen to me?"

However, he stopped laughing halfway through.

At some point, a young and handsome young man stood at the door of the dungeon. He was dressed in a pure white dress, his short shoulder-length hair was combed back, and his dark blue tassels. When looking at him with eyes clearer than mountain springs, it seemed to imply Unresolved compassion.

His whole demeanor was clean, and when he stood there quietly, he seemed to have just walked out of a snowstorm.

Lu Yao was startled, looked back, and immediately called out: "My lord."

"You go down."

Nan Su didn't get angry at Lu Yao's private notification, but just waved him to back off, and then walked in front of the man.

This was the first time the two had met in so many years. When they looked at each other, it was as if they were looking in a mirror. He saw the night of Jinling through him, and he saw the morning sun of Qingyuan through him.

"I'm Nan Su."

After a long time, Nan Su said so.

The iron chain suddenly rattled, and the man wanted to rush forward, but was locked. He could only stare blankly at the extremely similar facial features of the two, and suddenly broke down and shouted: "You are Nan Su, then who am I?" ?”

He is Nan Su, so who should he be?

Who is that person who has lived in fear for 18 years, who is that person who enjoyed Cherry Blossom Chuqing with Dianchen, who is that lunatic who even poisoned others in order to return to Qingyuan...

"sorry."

Nan Su walked up to him and knelt down slowly, and said, "I can understand your feelings, but do you think I've had a good time in the past 18 years? When you are outside, I can only stay in one courtyard You have seen all kinds of scenery in the world, but in my world, even the blue sky above my head is square."

The cold wind blows, bringing Nan Su's faint sandalwood aroma, peaceful and peaceful.

His voice was like distant waves, gently covering the dark and cold prison, the man who was chained was suddenly a little stunned, his eyes were misty and looked at the person in front of him at close range, he felt that he was so elegant and clean , it is not the slightest difference from the image I imagined before...

"Hahaha--"

He was exhausted, pulled the iron chain, laughed wantonly, coughed and gasped for a while, when he looked up at Nan Su, tears flowed down his face: "The leftover soup, it turned out to be the leftover soup..."

Nan Su obviously couldn't understand such words, but this was exactly the purpose of his coming today.

"In this world, you and I can only appear one at the same time."

Nan Su looked at him and said softly: "I don't want to kill you, but I can't give you this position. For 18 years, while you were drinking flower wine and visiting brothels, I was studying knowledge and working hard, just to wait This day. Of course, I am not saying that you are not good, I just want to tell you that I am more suitable to be King Tuozhen than you. Because after taking this throne, I have to face hundreds of thousands of people in Qingyuan, and I have to To drive the emperor's power back to Jinling, we will have to sit under the lamp for ten years like a day, just to support the glory of the Nan clan!"

"These," Nan Su looked at him quietly: "It's hard for you to do it, because your surname is not Nan, and you won't really work hard for your mother and sister, but I will."

But what exactly is desperation?

The man raised the corner of his mouth, wanting to smile indifferently like before, but only pulled out a self-deprecating arc.

Cubs, cubs, cubs...

The low voice seemed to ring in my ears again, like a gentle dream.

In fact, he can resist death, but is it necessary?If the emperor finds out about this matter, I'm afraid that neither of them will survive. It doesn't matter if he dies. Who would feel sorry for a person who doesn't even have a name?

But if Nan Su dies, how sad Dian Chen will be...

——Zai Zai, my mother has already abandoned me, please, I can't lose you again.

--I love you.

——You are my light...

The man slowly closed his eyes, pulling himself away from that memory word by word, all love was cut off by him, bloody pain.

"Do you remember Dianchen? The man you called Sixth Brother once said that you lost your memory."

Seeing that he was quieter, Nan Su took a deep breath and said, "I remember, it's just that my father didn't let me tell, so I just did. In fact, I remember everything, including the pit on his face when he smiled. ..."

Fool, that's called pear vortex.

The man burst into tears, his brows were slightly frowned, endless sourness rose from his heart, and he asked, "If one day he comes to you, will you treat him well?"

"..."

Nan Su thought about it seriously for a while, and said: "Lu Yao roughly told me about you and him, don't worry, even if it's because of Concubine Jing, I will treat him better than you."

"What's more," Nan Su looked at him resolutely when he said this, and his eyes turned red: "I was the one who liked him."

They already look alike, but now their expressions are synchronized, it's amazing.

However, one knelt by the bed and called Dianchen back crying, while the other held Dianchen's throat with a dagger, forcing him to drink poison...

It turned out that what Dianchen said was right, after taking off the halo, he couldn't even compare with a single finger of him.

Looking at the red eyes that were close at hand, after a long time, the man slowly looked down at his collar, choked up and said, "Did you see the red thread hidden under the shirt? Take it out."

Nan Su followed suit, and saw a green jade wrench hanging from the tip of the red rope.

"This is the only thing he gave me, and it's also New Year's money."

He stared fixedly at Nan Su, with tears welling up in his eyes, and said, "I will give you him, my name, and my 18 years, but you have to promise me to let me live..."

Nan Su breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "I didn't intend to kill you at all."

"It's okay to let you live, but you can't wear this face."

At this moment, Zeng's voice suddenly came from the door of the dungeon.

The two looked at each other, and they called out "Mother" in unison. After realizing it, the man suddenly lowered his eyes, his nose sore, and said, "Sorry, I'm used to it..."

Zeng didn't mind this matter, but walked up to pull Nan Su up, and patted the dust on his clothes.

Then, Mrs. Zeng sighed and said to the man: "Actually, your elder sister also knows about this. The plum wine she brewed for you these years is all sincere. She just begged me to come. I can Let you go, but your face must be destroyed..."

"no problem."

The man looked at his lower abdomen, and agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Both Zeng and Nan Su were a little surprised, but didn't say much.After the mother and son left hand in hand, not long after, the middle-aged man who was in charge of recording sat behind the case again...

18 years of memory, how can I finish it in a while?

In the dark dungeon, the torches flickered, and the man's murmured voice kept ringing day and night.

The summer was hot, rainy and windy, and he couldn't remember how long it had been, but he just watched his belly bulge day by day.

However, within a few months, he was already so tired. His whole life seemed to be walking on a wrong road, and every step had endless forks. Gradually, he suddenly felt that it didn't matter who Nan Su was.

Occasionally Lu Yao would come to see him and talk to him for a while, he was smiling like before, with the upturned corners of his mouth and crooked eyes, which made Lu Yao feel sour.

However, no matter how long the story is, it will end one day.

This night, let's count it as night, because he could no longer tell the difference between night and day. Nan Su walked in, and suddenly couldn't bear to ask: "Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

Seeing him raise his eyes, Nan Su added: "I mean, burning coal will hurt your face, you may..."

"I want to eat meat."

He looked at Nan Su, and suddenly smiled quietly: "I want any kind of meat, one plate."

What a strange request.

After a while, Lu Yao came in and served steaming food with one hand, all of which were meat that Nansu loved before, and they were very delicious.

"My son." He still called him that.

Now that the iron chain has been untied, Nan Su calmly brought the plate over with a hum.

For a while in the entire dungeon, there was only the sound of him chewing. As he ate and ate, his vision was blurred by tears, but he wiped away his tears with a smile, and said, "Damn it, I suffered in vain before..."

Lu Yao looked at him quietly without saying a word.

After a while, Nan Su sat quietly on the straw pile and lost his mind as usual, but suddenly there was a rush of footsteps at the door, and the lock was snapped, and Lu Yao strode in, holding the long-distance cloak in his hand He and the burden said in a low voice: "My son, let's go!"

The man frowned: "The Nan family wants you to let me go?"

Lu Yao's complexion was pale, and he stood straight at the same spot. When he heard Nan's house, he shuddered suddenly.The man suddenly understood, and said in a deep voice: "Do you know what you are doing? You don't have to worry about your family?"

"I moved them away yesterday."

Lu Yao stuffed the bundle into his hands, frowned and said, "My lord, tomorrow the prince will compare the scars on your chest with others, and plan to draw a stripe on his own chest. When your clothes are stripped off, the child will hide it." Can't stop!"

"Lu Yao..."

"Stop talking, hurry up!"

Lu Yao quickly put on the cloak for him, and for the first time there was a hint of anxiety on his usually steady face.

He grabbed Lu Yao's hand: "Then what do you do?"

"Of course we go together!"

Lu Yao suddenly picked up his face and said with a smile: "You are about to give birth in more than three months, do you want the baby to cry when he sees your face? Why do you have to let people see your face? Destroy? I will take care of you in the future, okay?"

After all, without waiting for the man to answer, he dragged him and strode away.

After leaving the dungeon, the man knew that there was a big fire in the palace. In the sea of ​​flames, Lu Yao helped him climb up the courtyard wall, avoiding the panicked servants, and ran outside carefully and quickly.

"Go to the water!"

"Come on, come on—"

Thick smoke and blazing heat, mixed with reckless tongues of fire, quickly devoured in all directions.In the distance, there was only a loud "bang", and pieces of bricks and tiles collapsed!

"Madam, it's not good, the dungeon was opened..." Suddenly, the middle-aged man's voice sounded from a few walls away, and after a pause, he said again: "The one locked inside has escaped!"

"What?" Zeng yelled in panic.

When he heard this, Lu Yao dragged him down the courtyard wall and finally landed on the long street.

Big beads of sweat rolled down from the man's forehead, leaving a bright white mark on his dark, dusty face. He covered his stomach with his hands, gritted his teeth, and said, "Which way are you going?"

"follow me!"

"En." The man nodded, suppressing his ominous premonition. It was difficult to travel at night, and they still had a long way to go.

The world is bleak, the wind is blowing, the long night has just begun, and it still hasn't passed.The night was dark, the clouds were thick and dark, and the wind outside the city was blowing, making a low whimpering sound.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly a sharp sword struck, Lu Yao stopped, turned around and slashed, splitting the sharp arrow in two.

Finally came after it!

Lu Yao turned around and looked at the densely packed torches behind him. At this moment, he suddenly turned around and picked up the man's face, and placed a light kiss on his forehead.

In 18 years, it was the first time he had been rude to him.

The man stared blankly at Lu Yao, in a daze, he seemed to suddenly understand something.His face was pale, and he vaguely remembered how they rode together when they were teenagers.

Qingxiu's guard stood beside him, picked out the best horse, and gently put the whip into his palm.

He put his hands on the horseback, and when he looked down arrogantly, he vaguely saw the guard smiling slightly with lowered eyes, and asked with a frown, "Are you laughing?"

Those memories suddenly hit, and the strong wind blew up with a whirring sound, raising the corners of their clothes.

The man held Lu Yao's only remaining right hand with all his strength, and felt that Lu Yao's fingers were long and rough, and his palm was covered with calluses, some from martial arts and holding knives, and some from rough work.

In the past 18 years, he has taken care of him like a child, but he has been ignorant...

"Live, you want to live, but not as the son of Qingyuan!"

After finishing speaking, Lu Yao pushed him away, drew out the knife with one hand, and rushed forward with his tall body to the people who shouted to kill the sky!

"Go!"

The wilderness was rustling, the weeds were as high as half the body, and on the gray ground, the armor and the sword collided together, making a unique crisp sound of cold iron.

The man burst into tears, ran and ran, holding his stomach and running hard, as if he was going to the end of the world.

"Gu Qiao! Remember, your name is Gu Qiao!"

But when he heard this sentence, the man still stopped and looked from a distance, only to see the tall figure who gave him his name blocking the path, intercepting all the pursuit, blood was spilled, While swinging the knife, the man shouted loudly: "Gu Qiao, did you hear me! Live—"

However, the three words that had been cherished for many years were not uttered after all. A sharp arrow pierced his throat, and his voice was like a leaking bellows. To another palace guard.

The Qingxiu guard burst into tears, he hissed and roared like a ferocious lion.

Blood gushed out of his mouth continuously. He waved the knife and said in a broken voice: "Gu Qiao... live... live..."

Live and take care of yourself in the future, okay?

The man's tears fell crazily. Hearing the sobbing wind passing through his ears, he clutched his stomach desperately, and staggered towards the dense forest at the end of the wilderness. The road ahead was dark, but he suddenly had the desire to live— —

Because someone remembers his name.