Predict the consequences of the plot

Ye Nanfeng forced himself to trick Ban Wusheng into sorting out his chores in the northwest, and he carried the wooden box and armor and headed northwest.

This time Ye Nanfeng didn't rush on his way as before, but got into the carriage slowly.

He opened the pitch-black wooden box. He thought there was something inside, but he never thought that it was full of sealed letters, filling the entire wooden box. When he opened it, a few letters fell out.

Ye Nanfeng picked up the letters and tore open the envelopes. What he saw were sour poems: Ye Nanfeng's eyes were red.

The window is white and the window is cold, and the window is cold and I feel sorry for myself.Self-pity is not enough, and I suddenly recall the past.The past warms my heart, and the old ones hurt me.The old people don't know, they prefer not to know.

The remaining flowers fall into the water and the water depends on each other, and the love between flowers and water is hard to restrain.Once the lovesickness enters the bone, the bone is hard and the heart is empty.I also hope that flowing water also has love, and the ends of the earth and the corners of the world will follow each other.You are neither heartless nor ruthless, and simply took you captive.

The last sentence made Ye Nanfeng want to laugh. He could even imagine Ye Nanfang's tugging, stubborn appearance, and "simply taking you away". The points are extremely incompatible.

I remember that Ye Nanfang used to hate writing poems, and for some reason, he wrote so many poems, all of which were love poems.

Ye Nanfeng opened another letter. The wax seal of this letter was very new. It should have been sealed not long ago. There was only three words in the entire letter: Ye Wangzhi.On the densely packed paper, each "Ye Wangzhi" is written differently, as if each "Ye Wangzhi" corresponds to a vivid image in the mind of the person who wrote it.

Ye Nanfeng squeezed the paper tightly, his eyes hurt when he saw it, and he let go when he saw that the paper had been scratched and wrinkled. I don't know how much better the quality is, so it didn't get scratched.

Ye Nanfeng folded it and put it back into the envelope. He wanted to put it together with the two letters he had just finished reading, but for some reason, his hands automatically put the letter on the other side to be with him. The first two letters are distinguished.

After putting away the letter filled with the words "Ye Nanfeng" and calming down, Ye Nanfeng continued to open other letters.

The carriage was bumpy, and it took Ye Nanfeng three hours to read all the letters along the way.

I finished reading the letter, but my emotions couldn't calm down for a long time.

There are probably three or four hundred of these letters, which express the lovesickness of the writers.

These letters have gradually changed from unfamiliar words to neat words, and I have also seen Ye Nanfang's struggle and pain, despair, paranoia and compromise, conspiracy, mourning, and finally the resurgence and paranoia of this relationship over the years. become ill.

But it's no wonder that Ling is a little concerned. There are several letters that seem to have been written recently, but inside they show complicated emotions. It seems that he has known that something bad will happen, and those emotions are entangled into a mess. , seeing Ye Nanfeng feel even more uncomfortable.

Ye Nanbang's feelings made him angry and distressed, goosebumps all over the ground, and at the same time slightly sad.

He underestimated Ye Nanfang's feelings for him, and overestimated his own ability to bear this matter.

He even came up with a terrible thought, if he knew that Ye Nan would be in such pain, he might as well agree to him.Afterwards, this idea seemed to have grown wings, and it kept screaming and changing in people's ears, which was unbearably disturbing.

In the last few days, Ye Nanfeng was overwhelmed by all kinds of thoughts, so he had to speed up his journey back to the capital.

When Ye Nanfeng arrived in the capital, after inquiring, he found that the people who sent Ye Nanfang back to Beijing had only arrived the day before.

He went directly to Ling'an Prince's Mansion. At this time, the palace was oppressive, and the whole mansion was completely empty.

Ye Nanfeng didn't disturb anyone, and directly found the place where the mourning hall was set up. Yang Fenglan sat in the middle of the mourning hall and wept silently. The eyes of the always graceful and luxurious lady were as red as rabbit eyes, and her face was pale and haggard.

Ye Chuigan sat silently on the side, not knowing what was going on in his mind, the image of a handsome and casual gentleman no longer existed at this time, revealing the vicissitudes that most men of his age should have.

Ye Nanfeng deliberately made a noise to draw Ye Chuigan out.

Perhaps because his only son died and he was too sad, Ye Chuigan's reaction was much slower than usual. Ye Nanfeng made noise three times in a row before Ye Chuigan came out.

"I forgot to meet my father."

Ye Nanfeng solemnly bowed down to his parents. He didn't know how Ye Chuigan felt when he heard that one of his sons liked the other son. Ye Chuigan was considered a family member he recognized in this world. Ye Nanfeng was full of guilt towards Ye Chuigan.

Ye Chuigan didn't show any surprise when he saw Ye Nanfeng, as if Ye Nanfeng had just appeared here, he quickly helped him up.

"What is this for? When did you and my father need to perform such a grand ceremony? Get up quickly."

Ye Nanfeng stubbornly buckled his head three times before standing up again.

"Forget about being ashamed of my father, so I specially perform this ceremony, and ask my father to forgive me."

Ye Chuigan shook his head, "Father knows that he doesn't blame you, so what's wrong with you? Maybe you are the one who suffers the most. I feel sorry for you before it's too late, so how can I blame you? It’s hard to come here, everything in your room remains the same, go back and rest soon.”

Ye Nanfeng looked at Ye Chuigan and said nothing. He originally thought that no matter what, the father must blame him in his heart. Even if the father really blamed him, he would not have any complaints. After all, from the perspective of being a parent Judging from it, it is normal for the father's anger to migrate.

But he never thought that in the heart of his father, he is also his son, and his father will consider the problem from his perspective, and his father will love him, knowing that he is also in pain.

"Father, I'm fine. I want to send Ah Wang one last time, and I hope my father will agree."

Ye Nanfeng knew that this request was a bit troublesome, because under Yang Fenglan's request, he was already a dead person in Ling'an Palace, so he didn't expect to guard Ye Nan's spirit, but only hoped to be able to accompany him at the end.

Ye Chuigan patted Ye Nanfeng's shoulder, and said: "Leave it to me, but you should go back and rest quickly at this time, and see for yourself how serious the blue and black under your eye circles are."

"Okay, then I'll go to rest, and my father should also pay attention to his health and rest earlier."

"Well, let's go quickly."

Although Ye Nanfeng couldn't appear in front of people, as long as there was no one there, or Ye Chuigan deliberately pushed everyone away, Ye Nanfeng would sit in front of Ye Nanfang's spirit and do nothing.

On the day of Ye Nanfang's burial, Ye Nanfeng didn't go to see Ye Nanfang off for the last time. In other words, he couldn't face the fact that Ye Nanfang was dead. He always felt that his younger brother was the hero of this world. Now it is impossible for the male and female protagonists to be together, but it is also impossible for the male protagonist to die in the end.

With this kind of luck, Ye Nanfeng finally didn't want to take care of anything anymore, and became a real shopkeeper, handing over all his property to Ban Wusheng, and traveling around.

In fact, it's traveling, it's better to say that it's not far from accepting the facts, deceiving himself and others, and deceiving himself that the male protagonist in this world cannot die.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, the two sour poems in this chapter are purely made up by the author himself, they are not good enough, please don’t take them seriously!