His decadence in the past two days was not entirely due to sadness over Leng Xiao's death. There were all kinds of emotions, but he really hated Leng Xiao.
He has also been thinking about many what ifs, if his father had not driven her back to her parents' home, if she had not killed Leng Zhenhuan, if Ape had not been lucky for him and he had not automatically used the Turtle Breath Kung Fu, then now Leng Xiao would be would sit by his bed.
Even if you are mocking him, teasing him or ridiculing him, he feels great!
His rough fingertips swept across the little turtle's face, and he said silently in his heart: Your mother doesn't want us anymore!
Half a month later, Nangong Yitian stood up.
He stood up for the first time after winning a battle for more than half a year.
He was still not good at it, but after a few days of training, he went to court.
When he appeared in the morning court, many officials cried.
The God of War of the Great Wei Kingdom, he can finally stand up again, stand in this court, and continue to intimidate the Rong people!
However, Leng Zhenhuan's gang members hated him and were inexplicably afraid of him.
The emperor was so excited when he saw his son walking to court that he actually shed tears in front of all the officials.
After retiring from the court, Nangong Yitian went to Leng Xiao's grave.
The burial was hasty and the tomb was a little shabby. An earthen grave bag and a tombstone were Leng Xiao's new home.
Master Wei said softly: "After all, at this juncture, we cannot afford a grand burial. Otherwise, those scholar-bureaucrats will have something to say. Those people are Leng Zhenhuan's party members. When the government stabilizes in the future, they will give the princess a grand burial."
"Start building the mausoleum now!" Nangong Yitian said.
She can't sleep here.
What a geomantic treasure land, it’s nothing more than a wilderness of mountains and forests.
Mr. Wei said: "Okay, I will do it secretly."
Nowadays, if the mausoleum is built according to the specifications of the concubine's mausoleum and is done secretly without publicity, it will take at least three or four years.
"You should go back first, I will sit here alone!" Nangong Yitian said, slowly sitting down in front of the grave.
Master Wei bowed and retreated, but did not dare to go back, but stayed at a distance.
Nangong Yitian reached out to touch the tombstone and picked up a bottle of wine, "I stood up again. Here's a toast to you, Leng Xiao!"
The word "Leng Xiao" made his heart ache.
He has endured a lot of pain in the world, nothing like this heartache.
"I haven't had a chance to get a good look at you yet."
"I always feel like you are so strange. I always feel like you have never been here before."
"But the child you bore me was real, and I kissed you real."
"You said there is a next life? I don't ask for anything else. I just want to see you again and say a word to you. I'm not greedy. Just one sentence is enough!"
"I really hope it's just a nightmare. When I wake up, nothing has changed. You're not dead and I'm not standing up."
The mountain wind is steep and makes the woods rustle.
He leaned in front of the tombstone and quietly accompanied her to listen to the wind blowing in the mountains and forests.
After sunset, he slowly rode away.
When he returned to the mansion, his adviser Wuji was waiting for him.
"My lord, you have lost a lot of weight!" Wuji said softly.
He sat down and said, "You should be happy for me, I am standing up again."
"Um!"
He stared at Wuji, his eyes cold and sharp, "You said that her injuries would heal quickly, but she died."
Wuji lowered his eyes, "She went there with the intention of dying."
Nangong Yitian said nothing, only feeling that uncomfortable feeling welling up in his heart again.
"After the morning court today, the emperor convened the ministers to discuss the appointment of a crown prince. Many senior ministers recommended you."
Nangong Yitian said nothing.
When he was injured, many people in the court concluded that he could not stand up, and the court was left in the cold for seven or eight months.
We can clearly see how weak human relationships are these days. How many of those who come to your door now are sincere?
At that time, no one believed that he could get better, not even himself. Only Leng Xiao believed.
