Crown Princess, she can catch ghosts

Chapter 35

No matter how much Marquis Wen An concealed it, Sheng Wangshu still knew the news.

After all, paper can't hold fire. If they don't talk about such a big matter, others will talk about it. There are always so few words that fall into Sheng Wangshu's ears.

The Southern Dynasty won the battle, Dongyi was defeated, and lost dozens of cities in a row. They could only offer countless jewels, beauties, horses, cattle and sheep to seek peace, and they no longer had the previous arrogance.

However, all of this was paid for by Ji Jiajun's life.

There were 1 Jijia troops at the time of the expedition, but less than [-] returned.

Ji Fuguang was besieged after leading an army to attack the enemy's supply troops. He fought hard for three days and died with dozens of arrows in his body.

After hearing the news of Ji Fuguang's sacrifice, Sheng Wangshu was stunned for a while, but soon remembered that she hadn't received a letter from Ji Fuguang for a long time.

It turned out that brother Fuguang had an accident.

She only felt that the pain in her chest was unbearable, and she had no strength in her whole body. She couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and passed out on the spot.

The blood fell on the girl's white dress, and a brilliant and dazzling flower bloomed.

The Marquis of Wen'an's mansion was in chaos, even the imperial physician from the palace was invited, so Sheng Wangshu's life could only be saved.

It's just that since waking up, Sheng Wangshu hasn't said a word, just locked himself in the room every day to embroider the wedding dress.

She was embroidering almost non-stop, and her fingers were swollen due to severe wear and tear.

Where did Mrs. Hou see her spoiling herself like this?However, she tried her best and couldn't persuade her, so she contracted the disease.

Because they were worried about Sheng Wangshu, Rong Qiao and Su Yiwan even moved into Wen'anhou's residence, trying every means to make her happy every day, even the two little nephews came to tease her in different ways every day.

But no matter who came to persuade her, it was useless. Sheng Wangshu looked at it, only smiled slightly, and then continued to embroider the wedding dress.

Her smile was no longer as delicate as before, and her eyes were no longer radiant, which made people feel sad.

Once Rong Qiao lost her temper, snatched the wedding dress embroidered for Ji Fuguang and threw it on the ground, and angrily scolded Sheng Wangshu: "What are you still embroidering this for? Ji Fuguang can't even wear it anymore, what else do you do?" significance!"

"He is the great hero who repelled Dongyi, and now he is posthumously named as the second-rank Zhengguo general. The Ji family is full of glory. You should feel honored for him, not looking for death here!"

"Sheng Wangshu, wake up!"

"Stop torturing yourself like this, we are all worried about you, so be sober, okay?"

"If Ji Fuguang sees you like this, he will definitely feel distressed!"

Sheng Wangshu finally opened his mouth.

"Brother Fuguang and I have been engaged since we were young. We have a deep relationship. Even the marriage certificate was sent to the government for registration. According to the laws of the Southern Dynasties, I was already Brother Fuguang's wife."

"Back then, Brother Fuguang told me the news of the expedition. He knew that the battlefield was dangerous and he was close to death, but I didn't stop him."

"Because I know that in Brother Fuguang's heart, not only me, but also the righteousness of the country and the common people in the world."

"We had imagined this day since the day he left, and he asked me if I would regret choosing to be engaged to him if he didn't come back. I told him then that if he died, I would He will not live alone. He will answer me and will definitely come back victorious."

"Brother Fuguang knows what I mean, and also knows how important he is to me. Since he is gone, I should keep my promise."

"He's gone now, but the wedding dress hasn't been embroidered yet, so I don't want to have any regrets."

"Just let me continue to embroider."

Her voice was very soft, so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

Sheng Wangshu is usually smart, charming and cute, but now she is like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, her eyes are empty, like dusty pearls, her whole body has lost its luster.

Seeing Sheng Wangshu bent down to pick up the wedding dress on the ground, hugged it like a baby and wiped off the dust, Rong Qiao couldn't bear it anymore, turned her head and rushed out and started crying.

Sheng Wangshu sat on the bed and continued to embroider.

Seeing this scene, Su Yiwan couldn't help crying.

What happened to Ji Fuguang was beyond their expectation, but Sheng Wangshu was braver and firmer than all of them.

She ran towards her sweetheart without hesitation.


Mrs. Hou is ill.

Because of this matter, after learning of Ji Fuguang's death, Sheng Wangshu left his bedroom for the first time.

She knelt down in front of Marquis Wen'an and Mrs. Hou and kowtowed three times, and said word by word: "Father, Aunt, my daughter has been in poor health since she was a child, but you have never looked down on me because of this, but you have loved and taken care of me even more, my daughter I have always been very grateful, and feel that being a child of my father and mother is a blessing that my daughter has cultivated in several lifetimes."

"But my daughter is not filial. You have to worry too much about me. You will not be able to be filial in front of your parents in the future. Please don't blame your daughter."

"If Mom and Dad don't dislike it, my daughter will definitely be Mom and Dad's child in the next life, healthy and happy, and be filial in front of Mom and Dad."

After hearing this, Mrs. Hou cried into tears holding her daughter.

Both of them understood Sheng Wangshu's thoughts, and knew that their daughter could not be persuaded to come back, so they just stayed with her every day, hoping that she could eat more and take care of her body.

Even so, Sheng Wangshu lost weight day by day, and his body became worse and worse.

Marquis Wen'an and Mrs. Hou were heartbroken, and they inevitably felt a little resentful.

After all, it is the girl who I have held in the palm of my hand and cared for for more than ten years. She is so precious, but now I can only watch her daughter give up her life for another person.

She did it for Ji Fuguang, she didn't even want her parents, relatives and friends.


The border is too far.

On the day when Ji Fuguang's coffin was transported back to the imperial city, Sheng Wangshu's birthday had already passed, and the wedding dress had already been embroidered.

Sheng Wangshu, who was always weak, brought the black horse that Ji Fuguang had left behind before he left, and rode out of the city to pick it up.

Sheng Wangshu really wanted to tell him, Brother Fuguang, look, I have already learned how to ride a horse.

However, he will never see it again.

Accompanied by the members of the Hou Mansion and relatives of Ji's family, they just watched Sheng Wangshu, who was thin, welcome Ji Fuguang's coffin back to Ji's family.

The people in the imperial city wore white cloths around their waists and lined the road to welcome their heroes home.

On the second day, Sheng Wangshu died.

Sheng Wangshu's bedroom was decorated as festively as a wedding room. She wore the wedding dress with apricot flowers embroidered by herself, the most gorgeous golden crown, and the most beautiful makeup.

At this moment, even Rong Qiao, who had always escaped, was quiet.

Marquis Wen An and Mrs. Hou were by the bed, their eyes were moist, they really looked like parents sending off for a wedding.

Sheng Wangshu held their hands, smiled softly, but his eyes were full of pleading, "Father, Aunt, don't blame your daughter, okay?"

Her voice was weak, but clear.

In the ears of everyone, there is only pain.

"My daughter is wrong, but I can't help myself. Brother Fuguang has already surpassed my life to me. My daughter is sorry for you, my brother and sister-in-law, I am sorry for Aqiao and Wanwan, and everyone who cares about me. Daughter's person..."

"But where can people have both?"

"Sheng Wangshu is already Ji Fuguang's wife."

"Now that he's passed away, I can't share the same bed in life, and I would like to share the same acupuncture point in death. My daughter just doesn't want to help her brother to go alone. It's too lonely."

"My daughter knows that she is selfish, and she owes her parents the kindness of nurturing her. She is not filial to her daughter... Farewell..."

Marquis Wen An and Mrs. Hou looked at their daughter like this, and their resentment turned into grief.

They couldn't persuade their daughter, and they couldn't keep her. Now that this moment has really come, they still can't let go, reluctant to part with it.

Sheng Wangshu was a little sleepy.

A pair of almond eyes gradually closed.

In a daze, she seemed to have returned to the late spring of last year.

A young general dressed in black rode over on horseback, riding on the apricot blossoms all over the sky, standing in front of her, looking at her with a smile on his face, and said in a clear voice, "Wang Shu, I will marry you."

(End of this chapter)