Green tiles and white walls criss-cross the sky, forming a small well.
Shen Nanbao stood at the bottom of the well, just like the frog, mocking him with his narrow knowledge.
"Chen Fangyan, no matter whether you are what you said or not, you did pour that tea into my mouth with your own hands! Chen Fangyan, it was you who killed me!"
After she finished speaking, the light in his eyes suddenly went out.
And she was obviously on the right side, but for some reason, at that moment, she suddenly didn't know how to face his face full of despair.
Why is he desperate?
Is she the one who should despair?
Is she the one who should be angry?
Why should he?
Shen Nanbao found a reason for himself, but turned around and ran away.
She fled into the house and no matter how many servants knocked on the door, she didn't answer.
She just kept echoing Chen Fangyan's words in her mind, as well as his expression when he said these words. She had to carefully recall every little expression.
She wanted to see clearly and see if Chen Fangyan was lying to her.
But no.
Every trace of his expression was filled with guilt, regret, and longing accumulated over endless years.
miss.
I still remember that every time he looked at her in a previous life, she would tease him about who he was thinking about through her.
And he always looked at her and smiled, "Shen Nanbao, I'm thinking of you. I miss you so much in the blink of an eye."
Shen Nanbao's heart ached, and the bangs outside the window rang, and the wind became lighter and lighter, as light as the spring breeze. Gradually, she couldn't feel anything anymore, as if she had been put into The small boat swayed and drifted slowly.
Slowly, she drifted to the Beijun Hou Mansion where she died in her previous life.
She saw Chen Fangyan who fed her poisonous tea.
He saw how she told him in a hoarse voice, spitting out blood, how much she hated him, that she would never meet him again, and that she would never forgive him.
At that time, she was immersed in the overwhelming hatred. She did not see Chen Fangyan's pale face, nor his trembling body, nor did she hear him holding her helplessly and calling Shen Nanbao over and over again.
Cry till dark, cry till dawn.
He couldn't count how many days it took until her body stinked and rotted. His servant finally mustered up the courage to come up and let Chen Fangyan bury her.
But Chen Fangyan was still mumbling to himself, she's not dead, she can't be dead, how could she die? We agreed to grow old together.
Growing old together.
He said this six months after their marriage.
At that time, my grandfather was dissatisfied with the complicated tea lessons about the new tea making. He threw his whistle, listened to the drums, and uttered scolding words, which angered the officials and put him in jail.
So the grandmother came to the door and prayed that she could help Chen Fangyan.
But she was the Beijun Marquis Mansion who was filled in by the Shen family. The Shen family wanted to get rid of her trouble, and the Beijun Marquis Mansion wanted to use her to slap Chen Fangyan in the face.
The two of them should have stayed away from each other until death.
She couldn't even tell her grandmother that they were still sleeping in separate beds, and how could she make these requests to him.
Just when she was so anxious, he suddenly came over to comfort her and said that she would make sure her grandfather was fine.
Perhaps it was his mournful expression that moved Old Mrs. Zhao, or maybe Old Mrs. Zhao was afraid that he would cause resentment, so she recounted her difficulties with tears in her eyes.
At that time, she was scratching her head as she listened, always wondering why it was necessary to say this.
She and him... were just a couple in name only.
After seeing Old Mrs. Zhao off, she thought she would hear a few words from him. Unexpectedly, he stood under the banyan tree and suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "How about we put down our prejudices."
A small handful of light shone from the gaps between the leaves, and the breeze blew by, and the scattered light spots danced, dazzling his eyebrows, and there was a peaceful beauty in his eyes that she could not describe.
She nodded mysteriously.
He just smiled contentedly, as bright and soft as spring.
They finally fell asleep together, and the moment their fingers intertwined, his burning warmth came through, just like his lingering whisper in the ear.
He said: "We will definitely grow old together."
This beautiful reverie failed to become a prophecy, and Chen Fangyan finally accepted the fact that she had passed away under various pressures.
He held the biggest funeral for her, with hundreds of miles of white flags, and the mournful funeral music could be heard thousands of miles away.
But he didn't go.
He just sat in the backyard, drinking one cup after another.
Beside him was an empty bottle of wine.
In front of him was Yun Xiaoniang who was hung up high.
Yun Xiaoniang was hanging in the air, her sobs reaching his ears.
She said: "Spare me."
But he smiled and looked at her with drunken eyes, "Spare you? Why didn't you think of sparing her when you poisoned her?"
Yun Xiaoniang cried, heartbroken.
His eyes turned red when he heard that, he stood up and whipped him hard with his whip.
Again and again.
He burst into tears as Yun Xiaoniang cried out in pain, "Does it hurt? Does it hurt because of her? Why didn't you die!"
Yun Xiaoniang was in unbearable pain, and her words of begging for mercy gradually stabbed Chen Fangyan like arrows and spears.
"What are you trying to do here? You are just a coward! You don't even dare to go to her mourning hall! You only dare to scold me and insult me here!"
Yun Xiaoniang probably also knew that she would not survive, so she tried her best to laugh at him.
"Chen Fangyan, what's the point of crying now? She's dead! She died from the tea you poured down with your own hands! What right do you have to cry! Have you forgotten how you tortured her before she was alive? Shen Nanbao must hate her to death You, she will never want to see you again in her next life, the next life, and countless reincarnations!"
Shen Nanbao had to say that Yun Xiaoniang knew her and him very well.
What she said struck a chord with her and hurt Chen Fangyan.
Chen Fangyan waved harder and chanted over and over again: "What do you know? What do you know? If she doesn't do this, the queen will kill her!"
But no one agreed with him.
Even Yun Xiaoniang breathed her last under his torture.
Until Xiao Yichen came over, grabbed the whip from his hand, kicked him, and told him that she was dead. No matter how hard you beat Miss Yun, she would not come back to life.
But he fell down on the overgrown ground without even raising his head, and laughed like a devil.
He said: "Since she will not survive, then I will die."
But he did not die after all. Beijun Hou was old and his knees were miserable, so he had to die for him.
What's more, as the grandson-in-law, he, as the grandson-in-law, should also take good care of the Zhao family, the grandparents she has always missed.
So he worked diligently to shoulder these important responsibilities.
As Shen Nanbao knew him, he was very strong and never showed his inner thoughts.
Mr. Zhao and his wife didn't know the details, but they had heard about Chen Fangyan's dissolute behavior.
So every time he came to visit, the two of them would always turn him away, telling him that he had only a short relationship with her and that she was unlucky. They didn't blame him, they just begged him not to come. They were afraid that they would think of him once they saw him. What a bad life she had before she died.
How did Chen Fangyan respond?
He said hello.
Turning around, the door slammed shut.
He stood at the door of Zhao's house, his head lowered, and his eyes looking straight at the ground.
Seeing him like this, Shen Nanbao couldn't help but advise: "Chen Fangyan, forget it, don't come. It's not like you don't know that my grandmother's mouth can be sarcastic to the dead. You should repay me for what you did before she died." It’s just a period of pain, who told you not to tell me this, you deserve it!”
But after all, she is a lonely soul from another world.
He couldn't hear.
But she saw his shoulders slowly and slightly trembling.
Shen Nanbao was startled, and the tears in his eyes, like strings of beads, hit the stone bricks and formed a dark color.
Amidst the sobbing, he whispered: "I'm sorry."
After he cried, he wiped his eyes and went to Zhao's house shamelessly.
Day after day, even Mrs. Zhao was moved, acquiescing to him to come to visit, and would give them a cup of hot tea after he had done the court, and say, "Thank you for your hard work, look good."
When Shen Nanbao heard this, he finally couldn't help but laugh.
Because she remembered the past, when he held her in his arms, and when she listened to his rumbling heartbeat, he told her the name his mother gave him.
Right color.
She teased him at that time, wondering if her mother had predicted that he would have many romantic stories in the future.
She smiled so happily.
But he grabbed her and said, "Shen Nanbao, there will be no more."
Without those various explanations, it was simple, but it hit her heart.
She was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said yes. But he didn't take it to heart.
Because she thought he was just coaxing her.
Even more because she herself thought it was impossible.
After all, how could the cynical and romantic Chen Xiaohou hang himself from a tree like her?
But later on, he really didn't go to those hookups anymore, nor did he flirt with any young lady.
He is single-minded, like a young man who is just starting out, his heart and eyes are full of her, and he can mention her wherever he goes.
Later, Mr. Zhao couldn't stand it anymore and advised him, "Just marry another one. The Marquis Mansion cannot live without a wife or heirs."
He just shook his head and said that he could adopt a relative's child.
Mr. Zhao said: "What belongs to relatives is not ours after all..."
Before they finished speaking, Chen Fangyan suddenly raised his head, "It's not hers either."
she.
It's Shen Nanbao.
This was the first time he mentioned her three full years after her death.
She was like a minefield for him, as if just thinking about her or mentioning her would blow him to pieces.
Shen Nanbao shed tears and said he was so stupid.
He couldn't hear it, but he had a satisfied smile on his face.
Therefore, Mr. Zhao finally stopped trying to persuade him.
And he no longer went to the main room to sleep, he stayed in the study. Every time the servant asked, he would always stare at something with a confused look on his face, and said with a smile: "In this way, I can always deceive myself. It's not that she is not here." But she got angry with me and drove me to the study to sleep."
When he said this, tears fell from the corners of his eyes again.
Shen Nanbao wanted to wipe him, but his hand passed through his face easily.
Shen Nanbao closed his eyes and muttered: "Chen Fangyan, are you stupid?"
