Yuan Fei Liu Dong Mistakes His Life

The news of Kang Wang Wanyuan's big wedding yesterday spread all over the world. Liu Dong also heard about it. He only knew that Wen Yin, the second lady of the prime minister's mansion, was brought in by eight people in a colorful sedan chair. From a rough look, there are already more than thirty people, and the sound of firecrackers and suona music is all over the city, very happy and majestic.

The capital is indeed lively, but the south of the Yangtze River is still as usual. After the new year, there is no sound of firecrackers or children playing. At night, there is only a rustling wind, light snow, and a lonely moon.

Ying's illness became more and more serious, and she fell asleep sometimes, so Liu Dong never stepped out of the room, and stayed by Ying's side day and night, only gently holding her hand, recalling the past and Ying's relationship. On the day of her marriage, the other day was also as happy as the wedding of Kang Wang as the people said, but it was not as beautiful as Wan Yuan.Some of them are common people, and some of them are just ordinary weddings. After worshiping the heaven and the earth, worshiping the high hall, and spending a good night, they are married couples for life.

A lifetime sounds so beautiful, but he and Jing'er have not been married for ten years, and his wife is gone forever.

However, it was the third watch when Ying died of illness.

That night, Liu Dong cried on Ying Shi's body and trembled all over, until the servant helped Liu Dong up. After he got up, he saw that his eyes were blank, the tears were still wet, and his eyes were full of sadness, which never faded away.He knew that this day would come eventually, he thought that he would really spend his whole life with Mrs. Ying, he would really spend his whole life with Mrs. Ying's ordinary life, unexpectedly...

The next day, the funeral ceremony was held, and the old monk was invited to the temple to recite the "Rebirth Mantra" in front of Ying's coffin. Liu Dong usually didn't have many friends except Wan Yuan, so the only ones who came to pay tribute to the funeral were the servants from the mansion. That's all.Before Liu Dong weeps and sacrifices to the spirit, he personally pours two cups of wine, one for himself, and two for his wife, the sake flows into his throat, and he feels a bit spicy and bitter.

After the ceremony, Liu Dong ordered people to bury Ying's coffin on the mountain and set up a stone tablet. From then on, he would go up the mountain to offer wine on Ching Ming or on festival days.

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After Ying's death, Liu Dong hadn't stepped out of the house for several days, and sometimes he didn't eat until he could eat a few mouthfuls, and just stayed in the room every day, unwilling to come out.But in the afternoon of this day, suddenly a young servant pushed the door lightly and entered, only saying that King Kang was here.

Liu Dong was startled when he heard the words, and didn't reply for a long time.

The little servant had been standing in front of the door for some time, and he couldn't help sighing secretly that it was hard to be a slave, just when he was about to turn back and go back to meet Master Wan Yuan, he suddenly heard Liu Dong say: "Let him in."

The little servant was stunned when he heard the words, and then he answered "yes", and turned back to tell Wan Yuan.

But after a while, Liu Dong heard a voice coming from behind him: "Jin Zhi." The voice was familiar and gentle.

Liu Dong pretended not to hear it, just shut up and said nothing, but the man suddenly stepped forward and put his hand on his shoulder, at this moment Wan Yuan lowered her head and whispered beside Liu Dong's ear: "Long time no see. , I miss you so much...Jinzhi, would you like to make another pot of Pu'er for me?" The breath was like fire, and all of it was in Liu Dong's ears, and in an instant, Liu Dong's ears turned red.

Suddenly remembered that before, he had said that he would never see Wan Yuan again, but for some reason, when he heard that Wan Yuan was coming to see him just now, he felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

be terribly upset.

"If not... I will make a pot of tea for Jinzhi?"

Hearing this, Liu Dong couldn't help trembling, and suddenly remembered that the sex that day was also started with a pot of tea, he never dared to let Wan Yuan make tea for him again.

However, as soon as I remembered that I had been under Wan Yuan's body that day, I couldn't help feeling sullen, "What are you doing here? Do you want to humiliate me again?" Liu Dong got up, and his slightly sullen eyes were staring at the man in front of him. people.

However, that person remained calm, only clinging to the gilt-painted bone fan and slowly shaking it, with a smile on his face, he only took a few steps forward until he forced Liu Dong to the corner, with nowhere to go.He stared at the haggard Liu Dong, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed. He quietly held Liu Dong's hand, just wanting to give him some warmth.

"This king misses you." His tone was still gentle.

"Oh."

Such an indifferent answer was also expected by Wan Yuan, and then she hugged Liu Dong into her arms, and Liu Dong still had a nice faint tea fragrance on her body.

"The king doesn't like her, and the marriage to her is only due to the emperor's order. Would you... care about it?" The voice was very soft, and the question seemed to be tentative and cautious.

Liu Dong didn't answer, the room was completely silent.

After a long while, Wan Yuan suddenly laughed softly: "Forget it, since you don't answer, I don't need to ask any more, but I still want to drink the tea you brewed for me..." At the end, she pretended to be pitiful.

Hearing the words, Liu Dong pondered for a long time, and finally said softly: "Then please sit down, my lord." As soon as the words came out, the man immediately let go of himself, and obediently obediently went to the table next to the case. He went up to sit down on the chair, but his eyes never left Liu Dong's body. Liu Dong only felt uneasy being stared at by Wan Yuan, and only looked back at him before the man stopped staring at him.

Pu'er tea is very particular about brewing. Pu'er tea should not be squeezed into small pieces and put into a pot, and it is not allowed to drink a cup of Pu'er tea for a day, otherwise it will lose its taste and make the tea soup become thinner.It's winter now, the tea set is cold, so Liu Dong boiled the tea set with boiling water, and then poured it, this way is just to prevent the fragrance of the tea from dissipating.

At the end, a cup of Pu-erh was brewed, Wan Yuan then picked up the tea cup, sipped it lightly and tasted it, only to feel that the tea was fragrant and sweet in the mouth.

Gently put down the teacup, Wan Yuan looked around the room, and suddenly asked: "Why don't you see Madam?" After saying this, she didn't hear Liu Dong's answer for a long time, she looked at Liu Dong suspiciously, but she saw him His expression was sad, and his movements froze.

Could it be...

Suddenly thinking of something else, Wan Yuan's eyes flashed a gleam of joy, and she asked immediately:

"Could it be... Jinzhi divorced his wife for the sake of this king?"

However, as soon as these words came out, Liu Dong gave Wan Yuan a hard look. He clenched his hands into fists, and only when his five fingers sank deep into his palms did he calmly say, "Jing'er... is dead..." His voice was soft Trembling, but felt that between the words, it was the sadness that he tried his best to hide.

Wan Yuan was startled when she heard that.

Mrs. Liu is actually dead?Could it be that the herbs that Liu Dong brought from the pharmacy were all for her treatment?

Gradually regaining consciousness, he met Liu Dong's moist eyes that were shining with tears, he bit his lip lightly, as if trying to hold back the tears from falling, but this appearance made Wan Yuan look a little distracted stand up.After staring at Liu Dong for a while, he finally got up, walked to the back, stretched out his arms, wrapped around his waist, and interlocked his fingers.

"If you're sad, just cry."

As soon as the words fell, Wan Yuan felt that the person in her arms was trembling violently, but when she heard a soft cry, Wan Yuan couldn't help sighing, and then raised her sleeves to wipe away the tears on his face. The hand in the middle is even tighter.