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

The sun is warm in spring, the shadows of the flowers are sparse, and the sun shines warmly on Nan Su's slender fingers through the carved windows.

An official document was pinched between the fingers, on which countless battles in the Northland were written. There was a faint smell of iron and blood, and the ink was dripping, like a silent slaughter, flowing quietly in the room.

In January, Qin Shize defeated Lindan, and then joined forces with the army that attacked Daxia, passed three passes, captured five cities, and went straight to the central government's henchmen.

In February, the Yan army gathered 25 troops and divided them into two flanks. Emperor Daxia was in a hurry.Qin Shize cut off forty heads of Xia officials along the way, and the bureaucrats from all over the country were afraid of his military power, so they all surrendered.

On the fourth day of March, when the three prefectures fell, Qin Shize led the vanguard and drove straight in, cutting off all the necessary roads from the capital, and fought against the forbidden army of the imperial capital that night.

On the sixth day of March, the battle was at a stalemate, and the royal family of the Xia Kingdom fought back desperately. The tug of war went on for several days and nights, and a Prince of Great Xia was defeated and died in battle.

On the seventh day of March, the emperor escaped from the palace in secret, but was found out, and the Yan army ambushed in front of him, seriously wounding the emperor, and captured the empress of Xia alive.

On the ninth day of March, Qin Shize led his troops into the imperial capital and encountered the remaining forces.The battle ended that night, and a total of 60 troops marched into the capital—breaking the last barrier!

Nan Su was dressed in a light blue robe, and fell asleep exhaustedly in the rattan chair. Perhaps he had some nightmare, his breathing was a little constricted, and the clothes on the back of his neck were all wet with fine cold sweat.

"Ah Yao!"

He woke up suddenly, his hand shook, and the official document fell to the ground.

After recovering for a long time, he raised his hand to press his temple, and then raised his hand to summon a guard: "Is there still no news about the person I asked you to find?"

The guard shook his head, and said awkwardly: "My lord, we have activated all our capabilities..."

Nan Su interrupted him by raising his hand: "It's all right, let's go down."

After sitting for a while, he got up and left the mansion, heading towards the Guanyin Temple.

The old elm tree, which had been sleeping for a whole winter, was awakened by the drizzle, greedily sucking the sweet and fresh dew in spring, and slowly re-growing the tree full of lovely twigs and green shoots.

With the gentle evening breeze blowing between his temples, Nan Su stood under the tree and gently closed his eyes.

In such an early morning, the atmosphere is always peaceful and peaceful, but suddenly a soft call pulled him out of the past: "Imperial Concubine, Concubine Zeng asked me to come find you."

Without opening his eyes, Nan Su also knew that it was Ping Shun, because now he is the only one who can call him imperial concubine.

In fact, Ping Shun also wanted to change his words, but he stopped him, because he likes this title, which makes him feel for a short time that everything is still in the past, and nothing has changed.

A family sat in the dining room, and among the mouth-watering dishes on the table, Mrs. Zeng brought over the delicious black chicken soup.

She stretched out her hand to fill a bowl and put it in front of Nan Su: "Try it, this is made by mother herself."

Nan Su nodded, picked up a small spoon and poured half of it into his mouth, immediately felt that it was delicious, refreshing and moist, so he replied: "Mother is very good at cooking."

Zeng immediately beamed, quickly filled two more bowls, and placed them in front of Xing'er and Jia'er.

Sitting next to her, the two children called "grandma, grandma" one by one. Zeng usually loved them very much, but now he even fed them spoonful by spoonful.

After a while, the children were full and clamored to go out to play on the swings. Nan Su ordered a few words, and the servants took them away.

"Su'er," Zeng observed his face, and said cautiously, "Your birthday is coming soon, and you are one year older."

Nan Su hummed, picked up a pair of fresh chopsticks and put them on the plate: "Yes, time flies."

"Yes."

The two chatted for a while, but the words still didn't convey their meaning.

Seeing that the dishes were getting less and less, and the meal was coming to an end, Mrs. Zeng asked his servants to bring him dessert, and finally said earnestly: "Jiaer is still young, but Xinger is still an older child. He has been fond of you recently. The two elder sisters ran away from home and refused to go to the school, and he would also be willing to invite the gentleman from the mansion, do you know about this?"

Nan Su has been busy lately, and he has indeed paid less attention to the two children. He froze for a while, and frowned and said, "What else is going on?"

Mrs. Zeng nodded, but said cautiously: "You often go out on business, and the two children can't see their father or mother, so they feel wronged in their hearts. A servant told me that Xing'er always feels that she doesn't seem to have It's like a father and mother's child, so I always go to your sister's house, I asked your elder sister later, she didn't say anything else, she just reminded me that I should marry you as the main wife..."

The dishes on the table suddenly lost all flavor.

Nan Su put down his chopsticks, casually wiped his hands with a towel, and said, "No, I will try my best to spend time with them in the future."

Zeng muttered a few times, and said: "Su'er, I know you can't let go of the sixth prince, but...he has been dead for several years..."

"I said, no need!"

After Nan Su finished speaking, he felt that his tone was a little heavy. After thinking about it, he slowed down his tone and said: "Mother, when I was young, I raised a Pekingese dog in Jinling, and I have a very good relationship with me. I took it with me, and let it sleep in my bedroom at night. But once it got a sudden illness, it died soon, and it was too late to save it. I was very sad and cried for a long time, although later the emperor gave me I gave one to me, even the color of the coat is exactly the same, but I have no affection for it, or in other words, I can’t put as much affection into it as before. And because the puppy couldn’t get my love and affection, it was later abandoned. Sent away, very poor."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help laughing, and frowned, "It seems like an inappropriate metaphor."

But Zeng understood, and said: "Then you don't think about it anymore? Su'er, a lifetime is actually very long..."

The warm spring wind blew over, and Nan Su's hair at the temples was thin and black, and it was curled up. He looked out of the window, his eyes seemed a little confused: "I know." Even without him, he might not be able to fall in love again anyone.

After returning from dinner that day, Nan Su called Xing'er to the study.

The child has grown a lot taller. Although he is only seven years old, he has profound facial features, sword eyebrows and star eyes. He is dressed in a dark purple dress that is ironed on his body, making him look even more graceful and luxurious.

It seems that it was only at this moment that Nan Su realized that it was difficult for him to connect the young master of the aristocratic family in front of him with the baby playing with windmills in Fuyungang.

Dian Xing walked into the room, and said in a crisp tone: "Daddy, I'm here." However, he didn't throw himself into Nan Su's arms, just moved a small stool with a smile, and sat down beside him. point.

Nan Su nodded and said, "Well, bring your books, I'll check your homework."

Dian Xing stuck out his tongue, then pouted his small mouth, reluctantly ordering his servants to get it, Nan Su frowned immediately, and raised his tone: "Go get it yourself, don't you have hands?"

The little guy shivered and got off the bench.

As Mr. Zeng said, his homework is a mess, even worse than that of Nan Su back then. Nan Su was a little furious when he saw it, and suppressed his temper and said, "How on earth did you study? Other students are doing it every day." You have to rush to the school before dawn, you sleep until the sun rises every day, and the teacher has to wait for you at the door, and then? You just learn like this?"

Dian Xing curled her lips and muttered in a low voice: "Why do you wake up so early, I won't see you anyway..."

Nan Su choked, but then became extremely angry: "What did you say?"

"I said, I can't see you anyway!"

The little guy really resembled him, obviously very scared, but stubbornly raised his head and said: "You are always busy, you threw me to Aunt Shen when you were young, then you threw me to Steward Ping, and then you threw me to grandma !” After finishing speaking, he simply fell back on the back of the chair and began to slack off: “But I’m used to it, you go your way, I’ll just play mine. Anyway, I’m His Royal Highness now. Can't you eat it?"

Nan Su swears that he wants to strangle this evil person to death right now.

Then, he suddenly realized how good-tempered Dianchen was back then.Nan Su was furious, and suddenly pulled him over, picked up a duster, and began to slap his ass fiercely, shouting: "Your father is so knowledgeable and elegant, why did you give birth to such a thing! Don't want to study Right, relying on being the son of the world, right, well, tomorrow I will send you to work in the fields!"

"Yeah!"

The little guy was shaken by his pumping, and tears flowed out of his big eyes immediately, but he said: "If I don't become a prince, you can accompany me, then I won't be a brother! I won't be a brother, I will take my brother with me!" Let's beg together, we will support you!"

Nan Su's movements stopped abruptly.

There was a very faint scar on the little guy's forehead, which was hit when he fell off the bed when he was a child. At that time, Nan Su's heart ached as if his heart was about to be torn apart, and he slapped himself directly in annoyance.

But what is he doing now?

Nan Su suddenly hugged Xing'er into his arms, so tight, so tight, there was a faint sense of sadness rising up, hitting his chest with slight pain.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," the child who was as stubborn as a calf just now burst into tears, held his lapel with his little hand, and said, sobbing, "You...you haven't hugged me for a long time. ..."

At this moment, the always expressionless and resolute King Tuozhen disappeared. He was just a helpless man with pale cheeks, thin and thin, deep eye sockets, and strong sorrow like sea water flowed out, and tears flowed down his cheeks. Watching his thin cheeks roll down, dry by the wind, cold and painful.

That night, after he returned to his room, he sat beside Dianchen's bed for a long time, drinking wine after a long absence.

Drunk, he just stared at the sleeping face so firmly, until the fourth watch drum beat, he heard his own voice bursting out of his throat, with a forced smile: "Brother, tell me about you!" If you don’t help me teach Xing’er, you’ll just lie down and dodge yourself.”

The man pursed his lips lightly, as if he was gloating and said: Why, you can't hold on anymore...

Yes.

I can't take it anymore.

I can't go on without you...

Nan Su shook his arm lightly, but the man remained motionless, his slender eyes were tightly closed, as if he was asleep.

His desperation and longing were overwhelming like a tide, and finally he could no longer control himself and lay on his chest, yelling sadly: "Get up! Dianchen, don't sleep, get up!"