my princess boy

The field is already a vast expanse of whiteness.

The cold wind is bitter, the clouds are low, the mountains are covered with heavy snow, and the trees have become bare. Together with the people in the distance, they add a bit of ink to the whiteness.What you see in front of you is like a painting, unfolding quietly, no one appreciates it.

Beside the ancestral grave is a thatched hut, in which the guardian of the grave lives. Seeing someone coming, he has already gone out in capes and hats:

"Excuse me, Your Excellency..." Before he finished speaking, he had already recognized it, "His Royal Highness Prince Ming..."

"I'm not King Ming anymore." Ling Xuetang stretched out her hand and handed him a silver coin, "Beiqi has been restored, I'm Beiqi's son-in-law... I want to go in to pay homage to the crown prince. Come in and look for me in an hour's time."

The grave guard looked at the ingot of silver in his hand, and at Ling Xuetang who had already entered, couldn't help sighing, turned around and entered the room again.

Ling Xuetang went to the southeast, and within a few steps, she saw a tall mausoleum. The mausoleum was half old, and the stele was new. There were two lines written on it——

The Tomb of Prince Zhuangxiang Mu Jingyi's Consort Ling Xuetang

That was the tomb where he and Mu Xianyi were buried together. When Mu Xianyi died, he was still King Ming, and Mu Xianyi only treated Ling Xuetang as dead, so his name was also on the tombstone.

Holding a black umbrella, he slowly approached the tombstone. The air was cold and smelled of mud and branches. He stretched out his hand and slowly brushed off the snow falling on the tombstone, revealing the bright red and complete handwriting.

"Xianyi... Husband has come to see you."

After just one cry, his eyes were sore - he remembered what Mu Xianyi told him back then, when he was about to build the coffin, his mother asked Mu Xianyi to call three times, he called three times, and then The matter of crying on the coffin, he thought, what would happen if it were him?

His family, Xuanxuan, was still so young, only at the age of a weak crown, like a peony flower that was about to bloom...but before it bloomed, he was forced to death by the wind knife and frost sword in this world.

He used to be such a lively and innocent person, those eyes were agile and bright, like stars in the dark night, making people hopeful.Maybe it's because of his deep love, or maybe it's because the glass is fragile, but he left this world so early.

... No, maybe leaving is also a relief for him.

The relatives and friends who loved and protected him are all dead, and even the country has fallen. The people don't understand him, and call him boneless... So far in life, what is there to cherish?

"Xuanxuan." He opened his mouth, put the umbrella on the tombstone, and knelt down in front of the tombstone slowly. The snowflakes fluttered down in front of his eyes immediately, and he even felt the coolness on his forehead, but he didn't pay attention to it. , only staring at the words on the tombstone, "Everything is my fault, without me, you would still be the carefree Princess of Jincheng, Your Majesty will not die, Beiqi will not fall, Yanguan, Yuzhang, Yuzhang Okay...they won't die, they will have the same happy and peaceful life as you, I'm the one who hurt you, I'm sorry..."

As he said, he kowtowed his head towards the tombstone, his forehead resting on the icy snow, feeling a strange fullness.

"Xuanxuan, in such a heavy snowstorm, if you lie on the ground alone, will it be cold? Will you be afraid? I often think of you who sleep here in the long night, afraid that you will be afraid, afraid that you will be lonely, afraid Your body was bitten by snakes and insects... Every time I think about it, I can't sleep. I don't know who to tell about this kind of thing..." Ling Xuetang looked at the tombstone, her eyes were full of tenderness and pity, "Today is the Lantern Festival, you Do you still remember that the year I married you was also the Lantern Festival, I went to see the lanterns with you, I bought you a rabbit lantern, and you held the rabbit lantern, so happy, like a child..."

"You also said that you wanted me to carry you on my back. On the back, you said a word. That sentence often sounded even in my dreams. You said, Shangxie. , the river is exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer is raining and snowing, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to break with you..."

Speaking of this, his tears rolled down from the bottom of his eyes, fell into the snow, and made a small imprint on the snow.

The cold wind whistling in the mountains seems to be moved by its affection.

"In the past year, I have been thinking about you all the time, and I don't want to be with you all the time, Xuanxuan, I know you are in pain and suffering, so you don't want to stay in the world, it's okay, I'll just go down and accompany you , I am your husband, I will go wherever you go. I have never believed in ghosts, but if it were you, I hope that there will be ghosts, hell and an afterlife, so that I can be husband and wife with you forever. "

He knelt there, and the heavy snow had wrapped him into a snowman, but he didn't seem to realize it, and he was still talking.

"I hope you haven't gone far and are still waiting for me, so that I can be with you."

He said with a self-deprecating smile: "If people die and die, there are no ghosts, and no consciousness, that's fine. I don't have to suffer from lovesickness day and night, and I'm free."

"Don't worry, everything has been settled, and I have handled everything properly. Your Mu family's country is still your Mu family's. Today, your eighth brother is going to be enthroned as the new emperor. I hope he will work hard to rule and be able to do well." To rule the world and avenge the South Vietnamese invasion."

He took off the sword he had been carrying from behind his back, and pulled the blade out of the scabbard. The blade was extremely sharp, and against the backdrop of the snow, it was even more chilling, making people afraid to look directly at it.

"Xuanxuan, this is the Hanguang Sword you won for me at the Peony Flower Festival, do you remember? I like this sword very much, and I have kept it carefully. Every time I look at it, I can think of you at that time." The appearance of shocking everyone..."

He said, resting the sword on his left shoulder, very close to his neck.

"Death is something I've always dreamed of, and now it's finally coming true, Xuanxuan, I'm so happy."

"Xuanxuan, my heart pleases you, life and death will never end."

So far, there is nothing else to say.

He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, waiting to use all his strength, when he suddenly heard someone behind him sang a long cry:

"Your Majesty is here—"

Then came the sound of numerous footsteps, and the sound of carriages.

He paused the movements of his hands, frowned, but didn't turn around, and said to himself, that's all, anyway, just for a moment, don't pay attention to them.

Just as he was about to make a move, the sword in his hand was suddenly bounced away by a force, and hit the black umbrella on the tombstone with a "bang", tearing the umbrella.

He stepped forward on his knees and stubbornly picked up the sword.

"Ling Aiqing, today is the auspicious day for my ascension to the throne. Isn't it appropriate for you to draw your sword and kill yourself?"

Ling Xuetang's body shook, and the sword that Fang picked up slipped from his hand again, and fell to the ground without a sound, rolling around, and the red tassel on the hilt was covered with snow shavings.

The world was suddenly silent, and even the wind and snow seemed to have stopped.