Married Thrice to Salted Fish

That night, Lu Wancheng died in front of Lin Qingyu.

He has long eyelashes, a serene expression, and a festive crimson robe, clean and clear.One of his hands was held by Lin Qingyu, and the other was placed on the armrest of the wheelchair, as if he was really just asleep.

His face lost its support and tilted to the side, just like when he was dozing off in the wheelchair.Lin Qingyu subconsciously dropped the umbrella in his hand, and cupped Lu Wancheng's cold cheeks.

Without the cover of the umbrella, the snow fell silently on their hair, faces, and shoulders.

The vicious buddy told Lin Qingyu the process of the funeral.He should remember it clearly, but now, he is a little at a loss——Lu Wancheng is dead, what should he do.

Huantong was really worried, so she came to the yard to see the situation.He saw his young master kneeling on one knee in front of the wheelchair, his bright red wedding dress was spread on the snow, and his long hair blocked his profile.He held the young master's hand in one hand, and the young master's cheek in the other, with an open umbrella standing beside him, covered with white snow.

The two remained motionless, like statues.

"Little Lord!"

Lin Qingyu heard a cry from behind—it was Huantong's voice.

Huantong was someone he brought from the Lin Mansion. At first, like him, he hated the entire Nan'an Hou Mansion.Who would have thought that he would cry so sad for Lu Wancheng in the end.

In less than a year, Lu Wancheng is really capable of subduing people's hearts to this point.

Huan Tong knelt in front of the wheelchair, crying out of breath.His crying brought Lin Qingyu back to reality from a kind of emptiness.

Lu Wancheng died.Maybe he has already been reborn in some grotesque world, or maybe he is really dead.

No one can tell him the answer, and he doesn't know if he can wait for the answer.But no matter what, he promised Lu Wancheng that he would watch him go and live a good life.

He's done it for the first half.

Lin Qingyu stood up slowly.He kept the same posture for too long, and when he got up, his eyes went dark for a moment, and he almost fell over, but in the end he stabilized his figure. "Don't cry," he heard himself say, "didn't you listen to the evil man? If you shed your tears on him, you won't be able to see him in your dreams."

Huan Tong said tremblingly: "Master..."

Lin Qingyu gradually recalled what the clerk of Jisi had said, and ordered in a dull manner: "Move him into the house and cover his face with white silk. There is no need to change the shroud. Just let him wear this body for the coffin. After finishing these, you go Report the funeral." He paused, and then said: "By the way, you need to use the back, not the princess hug."

Huantong choked and nodded: "What about you, young master?"

"I'm going to change clothes."

He couldn't let others see him wearing a wedding dress with flowers painted on it.Only Lu Wancheng can see it, no one else can.

Announcing the funeral, encoffining, guarding the shop... Lu Wancheng's funeral was carried out in an orderly manner.Lin Qingyu took care of everything by himself, and when the Nan'an Marquis Mansion was in a precarious situation and was in a difficult situation, he still arranged a beautiful funeral for Lu Wancheng.

The news spread into the palace, and the queen was greatly mourned.The child born to the younger sister who died young did not survive the weak crown in the end.She also thought that her child was far away in the other palace, and it was difficult to see him face to face, and she had to watch other people's sons with endless glory on weekdays, which made her even more sad and unspeakable.

The queen wept secretly in Fengyi Palace.She couldn't leave the palace, so she could only send her confidant father-in-law to the house to express her condolences.The Holy Majesty was sympathetic to his ministers and bestowed a lot of things on them, and let the Marquis of Nan'an recuperate in peace of mind in the mansion. As for many matters of the household department, the prince can take care of them first.

Wen Guogong and his wife also burst into tears when they learned that their grandson died of illness.They were getting old and couldn't bear to see sad scenes, so they chose a few capable stewards to help their grandson-in-law take care of the funeral.They knew that their grandson cared about this daughter-in-law, otherwise they wouldn't ask them for someone repeatedly, just because they didn't want their daughter-in-law to be involved in the housekeeping.

Except for the Lu clan, most of the people who came to express their condolences were officials from the court and their families.The visitor saw the man and wife who was married by the Holy One himself in the mourning hall.But seeing him kneeling in front of the coffin in complete suit, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't shed a single tear from the beginning to the end.In the middle of the mourning hall is a big "Dian" character, and the white flag is fluttering, which makes his appearance somewhat beautiful and strange.

The Nan'an Marquis Mansion left two young masters in a row within one month. The lord was sick in bed and the mistress was crazy. As a husband and wife, it is against the sky.Not to mention that the man and wife have such good looks, how could a sick person be able to stand it.No, retribution has come, so it can be seen that what Nan'anhou's mansion rushed that day was not joy, but disaster.

There was an endless stream of mourners during the day, and it was only at night that Lin Qingyu could find some peace.Hua Lu put the paper money into the brazier while crying, she cried the most in the whole Blue Wind Pavilion.

"There's nothing to cry about." Lin Qingyu said lightly, "Didn't I tell you earlier that he wouldn't survive the winter?"

Hua Lu cried into tears: "But, but... Shaojun, are you really not sad at all?"

Lin Qingyu froze for a moment, and said, "It's okay."

Everything was as he expected.As early as the first time he saw Lu Wancheng, he knew that he would not live long.With a year to prepare mentally, there is nothing to be sad about.

Lin Qingyu looked at Lu Wancheng's tablet, and felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.He thought for a long time, and finally realized what was wrong.He stood up abruptly and said, "You made a mistake."

"Young master, what did you say?"

"His name is not Lu Wancheng."

Pan and Hualu looked at each other.Pan believed that Lin Qingyu hadn't rested for too long, which made her unconscious, and persuaded him, "Shaojun, why don't you go back to your room to rest for a while? I will guard here."

Lin Qingyu shook his head, repeating what he had just said: "His name is not Lu Wancheng."

Pan's helpless: "If he's not called Lu Wancheng, what is his name?"

Lin Qingyu opened his lips, "His name is Jiang..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

The crying didn't stop, it was sad, intermittent, and annoying.

Lin Qingyu tried his best to isolate these voices.He never forgets with his eyes and ears, as long as that person said it, he will definitely remember it.

However, he thought for a long time, thinking that everyone had left, that he was the only one left in the mourning hall, and he couldn't think of that person's name.He only thought of the unscrupulous nonsense that man said on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival:

"My surname is Zhu, and my name is Da Zhuang. You can call me 'Brother Da Zhuang' in addition to 'Wan Cheng'."

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Actually, my surname is Jiang, and my name is..."

Lin Qingyu laughed lightly.

The candlelight shone on his pale and beautiful face.He slowly put away his smile, and there was no other expression after that.

In this way, he sat withered in front of the man's coffin at dawn.

The time after Lu Wancheng's death seemed to pass extremely quickly, but in the blink of an eye, he reached his first seven days.

According to legend, the soul of the deceased will return home on the first seven days to see their loved ones for the last time, and then they can be reincarnated with peace of mind.During the first seven soul nights, family members should stay away from the spirit and meet the deceased in their dreams.

Lin Qingyu never believed this, but went to bed early anyway.I don't know if it's because he has been overworked these few days, and he soon fell asleep.

In his sleep, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.The voice is unfamiliar, but the tone is very familiar, with a smile in the sloppy, very much like someone.

Lin Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes.He thought he would meet Lu Wancheng, but unexpectedly saw a strange boy.

The young man was tall and tall, with broad shoulders and long legs, wearing exotic clothes he had never seen before, with short, clean hair, unrestrained and delicate facial features, lazy brows and eyes, and a handsome appearance that could not get enough sleep .

The young man sat on the ground leaning on the bed, saw that he was awake, and called him with a smile: "Qing Yu."

Lin Qingyu looked at him blankly.

"I didn't lie to you, did I?" the young man held his chin and smiled, "Am I much prettier than Lu Wancheng?"

Lin Qingyu nodded in a daze.

The boy asked again: "Does the voice sound better than his?"

Lin Qingyu nodded again.

The boy grabbed his hand and put it on his lower abdomen: "I'll touch your abdominal muscles."

The boy only wore a thin piece of clothing with short sleeves.Lin Qingyu touched the so-called abdominal muscles, which were warm and firm, full of vitality, and extremely real.

—is it a dream?Is this person Lu Wancheng in his imagination?

The young man looked at him for a while, then sighed: "We finally meet again, why are you so dumbfounded. If you don't say anything, I'm leaving."

Lin Qingyu was anxious, and grabbed the hem of the boy's clothes: "Where are you going?"

"There is only one road in front of me, and I can only go forward. As for where this road leads, I don't know. Do you remember our secret code?"

Lin Qingyu recited it immediately.

The boy showed a satisfied smile and stood up: "I should go."

Lin Qingyu got out of bed after him, only to realize that the boy was half a head taller than him. "Name," Lin Qingyu asked urgently, "what's your name?"

The boy was silent, and suddenly picked him up by the waist.Lin Qingyu was caught off guard, and subconsciously hugged the boy's neck.The boy smiled happily: "You are so light, lighter than I imagined."

This person is not allowed to be hugged by other princesses, but it is so easy for her own princess to hug others.

Lin Qingyu wanted to ridicule him, but then thought that this person was dead, they were in a dream, swallowed the words back, and asked urgently: "What is your name? If you don't tell me, how can I enshrine the tablet for you? "

The teenager put him back on the bed and knelt down on one knee in front of the bed, just like he knelt on one knee in front of the wheelchair that day. "If I can come back, I will tell you. If I don't come back, you will pretend that I never showed up."

"No, I want you to tell me now."

The boy ignored him, turned around and walked into the night, waving his back to him.

Lin Qingyu wanted to catch up, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't move at all.

"Jiang……"

Jiang what?

Lin Qingyu woke up from the dream, only to see that the sky was bright and the room was full of hazy light.