In the north city of Yingzhou, on a certain main street, because the sacrificial hall for worshiping Tang Ji was set up in it, the whole street became crowded with people and traffic. There was a woman wearing a white fox fur coat and an exquisitely dressed woman with an ancient figure.
The strange girl stopped. Although she didn't know whose death would cause a sensation in the city, she was definitely a great person. To show her respect, she went in to pay homage. Unexpectedly, she heard the voice of an old woman in the distance.
The woman in white immediately changed her face as she cried, and quickly walked forward to ask.
"Old man, who is Mr. Tang in your mouth?"
The old woman was extremely sad. After hearing that someone did not know Mr. Tang's name, she was about to get angry, but she raised her eyes and glanced at the other person's dress. In the end, she did not say anything harsh and wiped her tears: "This city
Is there any other Master Tang? Of course it’s Master Tang Jitang who got rid of the traitor Li Wenquan and restored peace to Yingzhou!”
After hearing her words, Jiang Ran's heart skipped a beat, his pupils dilated infinitely, he unconsciously took two steps back, and shook his head suddenly: "No way, he can't die!"
After saying that, she turned around and looked around, then turned her gaze to the long line of people on the opposite side. Without thinking much, she turned around and ran over.
Seeing her unbelievable and anxious look, the old woman couldn't help but think of her reaction when she heard the news in the morning, sighed, and cried bitterly again.
"Master Tang, you died so unjustly, God, you didn't open your eyes..."
Jiang Ran kept shaking his head, feeling extremely repelled by the news he had just heard. He squeezed through the crowd and rushed directly into the courtyard without queuing. The people lining up thought that the little girl was overly sad, and
Nothing much was said.
Soon, she entered the gate, passed through the front yard, and rushed directly into the lobby. She saw that the lobby was very large, with white curtains on both sides, and pure white wreaths and white candles nearby.
Candlesticks are placed everywhere. The largest piece of white cloth at the back has a big word "Dian" written on it. There is a black coffin in the center. There are many tributes on the table in front. In front of it is a bronze coffin.
There are many incense sticks in the large incense burner, some of which are still burning, but the most eye-catching thing among them is the word "Tang Ji" written on the spiritual tablet.
"Girl, why don't you line up?" A white-haired old man standing by the door had a sad face and a hoarse voice. After asking, he saw no movement from the other party, so he sighed, raised his hand and said, "Forget it.
You go and worship, be gentle and don't disturb Mr. Tang."
But Jiang Ran seemed not to hear his words and walked forward step by step.
Jiu'er was already crying: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, Miss, my uncle is not dead, he must have made the princess pregnant. I also heard that you are chasing me to the northwest, and I don't have the face to see you, so I came up with this idea."
This kind of trick is here to deceive you. Miss, you must not believe it. My uncle loves to lie to others. Let’s go find him and teach him a lesson after we find him..."
Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Jiang Ran's eyes, passed through her cheeks, and finally dripped onto her snow-white clothes, but her eyes were fixed on the memorial tablet in front of her, and she saw the name of the deceased person becoming clearer and clearer.
Her soul seemed to be gradually being pulled out of her body.
Her strangeness quickly attracted the attention of the people around her. Just when they were wondering why the little girl looked so sad, Jiang Ran had already walked past the incense burner, walked to the coffin table, and picked up the tablet.
In an instant, the expressions of everyone present suddenly changed.
"You are so brave, why don't you put down the spiritual throne quickly."
"Girl, what are you doing? Don't be disrespectful to Mr. Tang!"
"Is this woman crazy? Mr. Tang will never die in peace, and he will not have peace after death. Pull her down quickly."
"..."
Immediately, everyone started to pull her down, but Ye Zheng, who was coming over, looked at her and forced her back.
In Jiang Ran's world, it was as if he couldn't hear the noise of the people around him. He held the spiritual tablet with both hands and his eyes became dull. After a while, he finally couldn't restrain the emotions in his heart: "You liar, have you forgotten what you promised me?"
?”
Just at this moment, a horse galloped towards the street outside. As soon as it reached the gate, a figure on horseback jumped down and ran quickly towards the courtyard.
"Impossible, I don't believe you will die, I never believe it!" Jiang Ran murmured a few words to herself, suddenly raised the spirit tablet above her head, and was about to smash it towards the ground, but before she let go, she
His vision went dark and he fell backwards.
Jiu'er, who was standing beside her wiping her tears, reacted quickly and was about to reach out to take it, but unexpectedly, a man wearing a half-mask beat him to it.
"Of course, of course..."
...
At night, the cold wind howled and danced wildly, but in the end, he was stopped outside a heavy wooden door, and he started beating it with some dissatisfaction.
In the room, several red candles were burning motionlessly. A man wearing a big coat and cloak was sitting beside the bed, his eyes looking tenderly at the beautiful girl lying quietly in front of him, holding her left hand with both hands.
He would also blow hot air on the back of her hand from time to time to warm her up.
Finally, after a while, the eyelids of the girl on the bed trembled slightly, and then she slowly regained consciousness. She felt that her hand was being covered by someone, and it was still the very familiar temperature and feeling. She suddenly woke up and blinked.
He moved his eyes a few times, trying to see the other person clearly, but he heard the voice of the man in front of him first.
"Phew, you silly girl finally woke up and was worried about me."
Hearing this voice, Jiang Ran's anxious heart suddenly sank. She sat up from the bed and threw herself into his arms. Tears fell again: "I knew you wouldn't die."
Tang Ji also hugged her, caressing her head with one hand, and patted her back gently with the other hand: "Si Ranran, my husband promised you that he would come back to see you alive, so naturally he will not break his promise.
Besides, I still have to save my little life to marry you, but I’m not willing to die.”
Jiang Ran hugged him tightly until she felt a chill on her shoulders and back, and saw that his shoulders were wet with her own tears. Then she was sure that this was not a dream, and whispered: "I miss you so much."
Tang Ji also noticed that her back became cold, so he quickly let go of his hand, put up a pillow for her, covered her with a quilt, held her hand, and said with a soft smile: "I miss you too, the doctor said you are too sad.
, I am so anxious that I need to nurse myself back to health, so don’t cry anymore, and don’t believe what you hear next time, your husband won’t die that easily.”
Jiang Ran nodded obediently, held his hand, and then turned to look at him. After looking at him for a long time, she smiled: "Did you not eat well? You have lost a lot of weight."
"Sister, you don't know how dangerous the northwest is. I've been on tenterhooks all day long. I can't eat well or sleep well. How can I lose weight?" Tang Ji shrugged helplessly.
Jiang Ran blinked, snorted softly, and joked with him: "Really? I think you obviously live a happy life, how about it? Is the princess better than my sister?"
"Bah." Tang Ji raised his hand and slapped himself: "What sister, she is obviously the wife, what princess, I don't know what I am, my husband, I only know that I have the most beautiful and kind-hearted angel in the world.
Madam, she is also the only woman that I, Tang Ji, love in this life."
Jiang Ran quickly grabbed her hand and touched his cheek with some distress: "Don't hit yourself."
Tang Ji raised his hand to hold her hand and put it against his cheek: "Yes, I will obey Madam's order."
Then, he recounted everything he had experienced when he sneaked into Yingzhou City: "...That's it, so I didn't marry Li Yushu, let alone have any children with her.
, you can’t believe these nonsense.”
Jiang Ran pursed her lips and nodded silently: "I have never doubted you."
After finishing speaking, she thought of the fate of Li Wenquan's family again, thought about it carefully, and asked: "What about Princess Xian'an now?"
Tang Ji cast a reassuring look: "I know what you are worried about. I also know that although Li Wenquan is angry, his family is innocent, and it is my fault that I failed to ask someone to watch them. Don't worry, Li Yushu is very happy now."
She is safe and well taken care of, but she had some mental problems after seeing her father hang himself."
"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not worried. I just want you to be safe. I don't care about other people!" Jiang Ran replied, snuggling into his arms.
Tang Jidi smiled lightly and said, "What? Madam, you don't want to be kind anymore?"
Jiang Ran glanced at him sideways, and then whispered: "You are greater than my kindness."
As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach made a "gurgling" sound.
Seeing this, Jiang Ran's face suddenly turned rosy.
Tang Ji chuckled lightly and quickly smoothed things over: "Ah, I've been running around all day and haven't eaten anything. I'm so hungry. I don't know if Jiu'er's food is ready."
At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and a cold wind blew in instantly, along with the fragrance.