Chapter 111 Will it hurt when you die?
Zong Si withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and took a sip of tea.
"I'm afraid that Prince will have to stay in the North for quite some time this time, right?" The speaker was Ning Ran's husband Wei Xiao.
Zong Si answered him perfunctorily in a calm voice.
Wei Xiao naturally sensed something wrong in his tone and thought, today is the wedding banquet of Second Miss Xie and the Fourth Prince. Is the Prince unhappy because Second Miss Xie is getting married?
Wei Xiao's expression seemed to be somewhat meaningful. You couldn't tell on weekdays, but I didn't expect that the prince had his heart set on this.
Now that Ning Zhenyuan is about to return to the capital, and he has made great contributions, it goes without saying that he will be promoted. Therefore, Ning Fu, the female monarch who was originally considered a pity by various governments in the capital, has become a popular commodity again in the blink of an eye.
The young masters were paying attention to her, both overtly and covertly.
"The day when Lord Ning returns to the capital is also very soon, right?" Zhang Lu, the son of Hua'an Mansion, suddenly said this. He originally had a crush on Ning Fu, but unfortunately his family had some concerns. After he finished speaking, he felt a little embarrassed, thinking that he seemed too impatient.
Zong Si and Lu Xingzhi both looked up at him.
"I admire Lord Ning very much, so I am paying close attention to this matter. I plan to visit the Duke's Mansion when Lord Ning returns to Beijing." Zhang Lu added.
This excuse is not very good. No one can fail to see what he is thinking.
Zong Si couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. These young masters took him too seriously. Since they had refused to make friends with the Duke's Mansion before, trying to get close to them now would only be a way of closing the fold after the sheep have been lost. It would not make Ning Zhenyuan look at him differently.
As for the young man that Ningguo Mansion had set his sights on...
He looked at Lu Xingzhi, who looked normal.
"Let's go for a walk?" Zong Si said in a deep voice.
Lu Xingzhi said: "Since the prince has invited me, I am naturally willing to go."
The two of them walked in the grove, away from the crowd. It was quieter and more sober.
"My Lord, feel free to speak up if you have anything to say." Lu Xingzhi said.
"Xingzhi once told me about her dream. Now I also have a dream, and I should tell Xingzhi about it." Zong Si paused and said, "In the dream, when she passed away, she was still staying in Prince Xuan's mansion."
Lu Xingzhi listened quietly without refutation.
"She is not your wife." Zong Si raised the corner of his mouth coldly, looked at him with scrutiny, and said slowly, "Thinking carefully, my nature in the last life should be the same as this life. Even if I don't like her, I am definitely not the kind of person who would betray his wife who has shared his hardships with me."
Lu Xingzhi looked at him.
He seemed calm, but in fact he was eager to verify that he was the only one, and he could not stand the fact that Nymph had someone else. This jealous look actually came from the man in front of him.
Lu Xingzhi recalled for a moment. In fact, in his previous life, he was also jealous because Meng Ze wanted to force Ning Fu to be his concubine.
"Your Highness, do you think the truth is important?" Lu Xingzhi came back to his senses and said calmly, "What's important is A-Fu's thoughts. Even if Your Highness is unwilling in his heart, as long as she has no interest in you, the truth is meaningless."
Zong Si paused slightly, feeling a dull pain in his heart.
"I have no intention of disturbing her, I just want to know how she and I were in my last life." He said calmly.
"The more you know, the harder it is to let go." Lu Xingzhi said, "Your Highness cannot let down the Xuan Palace. You should continue the family line of the Palace. You will get married sooner or later. Why bother to dwell on the past? Now that the Prince has married someone else, it won't be painful."
Zong Si couldn't refute it.
For the sake of the palace, he naturally had to marry.
But now the thought of getting married only made him feel bored. In Zong Si's opinion, he already had the feeling of being a husband, so if he got married again, it would never be like his original wife.
When they returned to the banquet, Zong Si, who was a royal relative and also a relative of Meng Che, blocked a lot of wine for Meng Che, the groom.
"Thank you." Meng Che said.
However, Wei Xiao could see that it was obvious that Zong Si wanted to drink the wine himself, and it was not to block the wine for Meng Che. For a moment, he thought to himself that Meng Che was grateful to him, and he was thinking about your wife.
After they walked away, Wei Xiao said meaningfully: "People only know how to cherish after they have gained something and lost it."
Just like him, now that he knows that Ning Zhenyuan is about to be promoted, he feels regretful. If he had known that he would be like this, he would have married Ning Fu in his early years instead of being like Ning Ran, who relies on her status as the daughter of Duke Ningguo and is never willing to bow her head.
It would be fine if he could coax her once or twice, but Wei Xiao was naturally unhappy when he had to bow his head in everything.
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Before the banquet was over, Ning Fu was dragged by Zong Ning and Zhang He to meet the bride.
The close relatives of the Xie family were there, and Ning Fu was just standing far away, taking a look from afar. With her veil still uncovered, Xie Ruyi sat properly, clutching her sleeves with both hands. She was obviously a little nervous and also a little sad.
Just now in the mansion of Duke Qing, Madam Xie had already burst into tears. When a girl gets married, the person she is most reluctant to part with is her mother. When her daughter was young, she was raised by her own hands and accompanied by her every day. But after the girl got married, she could rarely see her mother once a year.
The family was happy that their daughter had married into a wealthy family, but the mother was worried that her daughter would be bullied by the wealthy family.
This festive wedding banquet reminded Ning Fu of her own marriage. She felt sorry for her mother at that time. She was not as interested as Zhang He and Zong Ning, so she did not watch any more and walked out of the bridal chamber first.
The scale of the Prince's Mansion was not inferior to that of Prince Xuan's Mansion. Ning Fu bypassed the endless stream of people and took a small path, but unexpectedly got lost.
Then she saw Wei Xiao.
Ning Fu took a detour and was about to leave, but Wei Xiao followed her and asked enthusiastically, "Fourth sister, did you take the wrong road?"
Nymph said, "I didn't go the wrong way. Second brother-in-law, go and do your own thing."
"Your second sister is bored staying at home. If you are free, why don't you go to the Wei Mansion and accompany your second sister?" Wei Xiao said.
Ningfu was somewhat annoyed by his perfunctory appearance. If someone saw him, she didn't know how they would frame her. Besides, her second sister was a petty person and would hold a grudge against her as well.
Walking all the way to the pavilion, she saw Zong Si's figure.
Ning Fu was struggling over whether to speak or not, when she saw him frown and said thoughtfully, "Fourth Miss, An Ning is looking for you. Please wait here for a moment, she will be back soon."
"Okay." Nymph bowed and walked closer to the pavilion, but politely did not go in.
"Why does Master Wei keep following the fourth young lady?" Zong Si asked calmly.
"I just told her about her second sister. Her second sister missed her." Wei Xiao didn't want to follow her anymore, so he found an excuse and left.
"Thank you, Prince." Ning Fu said.
Zong Si stood up, but his steps were very staggering. Ning Fu knew that he was drunk and said, "I will go and call someone for the prince."
As she spoke, she walked out, but in her haste to leave, she accidentally tripped while going down the stairs and almost hit the stone. Her face turned pale.
Just as she was about to stand up, Zong Si had already walked up to her. Seeing that her face was pale, it was obvious that she was afraid, he couldn't help but think of her cold and lifeless appearance.
This also made him feel a little bit afraid. If he were to see it again, he would not be able to bear it.
"Afu, don't be afraid." Zong Si had drunk a lot of wine and didn't care about anything else. He held her in his arms and comforted her.
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After looking around, Zhang He didn't see Ning Fu, so he went out to look for her, and he and Zong Ning searched separately.
Unexpectedly, the scene in the pavilion made her unable to move forward.
Not far away, the prince was kneeling on the ground, holding Sister Ning who was sitting on the ground with pity, kissing her forehead soothingly, and hugging her tightly.
Sister Ning struggled for a few times.
The prince frowned, and seemed to be whispering in her ear to coax her. Then, he kissed her lips, pecking and pinching them gently.
Sister Ning punched him hard, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he held her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently.
The kneeling posture and the irrational kiss were as if the god had lost his composure and surrendered to the human.
Zhang He stared at it intently, his heart beating fast.
It was clear that the woman in the prince's arms was not her, but her face turned red unconsciously.
She actually, actually thought that the person the prince was holding was her, and that he could bow his head to her and love her like this.
Zhang He was a little confused. She didn't know why she was like this, but she also knew that if she thought like this, she was probably not treating her brother the prince as an ordinary brother.
Zhang He was shocked.
She bit her lip, suppressed the fear in her heart, and ran away quickly.
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Ning Fu punched Zong Si without any mercy.
Zong Si was in pain, probably more than just ordinary pain, but he didn't say a word.
"Your Highness, there is no need to go crazy due to drinking." Ning Fu said with a cold face.
Zong Si asked: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt, Prince, please leave quickly." Ning Fu said.
"Did it hurt before you passed away in your previous life?" Zong Si's voice became a little hoarse.
Nymph paused and said, "You are drunk."
Zong Si was indeed drunk, and it was as if he had returned to his previous life, standing in front of the lifeless Nymph's bed.
He held her hand and said, "Afu, please wake up and don't abandon me. I won't go to the North for the next few years."
The remaining wind is howling.
It’s a pity that Afu from the previous life is no longer there.
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