The sun was scorching, and the heat was everywhere.

Three days later, a new tomb was erected next to the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb 30 miles away from the suburbs of Beijing. Two lines of words were engraved on the brand new marble tombstone - the tomb of his beloved wife Gu Han and the title of his husband Zhang Juling.

Seeing the people who were attending the funeral leave one after another, Xiaosi Shuming reminded Zhang Juling, who was kneeling in front of the grave, "San Master, let's go back too."

After a long time, Zhang Juling said, "...you all go back and let me be alone for a while."

Shuming served Zhang Juling since he was a child and knew his temper well, so he looked up and was shocked at that time: "Third Master, Third Master..."

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Juling reached out to touch the words on the tombstone without even raising his head.

"...You, your hair is snow-white."

"Snow-white hair?"

Zhang Juling asked back, and then said meaninglessly: "Nothing is wrong."

The woman he loved was left behind and left first.

During these difficult years, there has been only one thing left.

How could you care about anything else?

Shu Ming's eyes turned red and he retreated with the other servants.

Since the death of the third wife, the third wife has been calm and expressionless, and has handled anything calmly, as if she has never taken the third wife to heart.

But if you really don’t have any thoughts in your heart, how could you suddenly turn white?

The sky slowly darkened, and the thin moonlight fell without any obstruction.

It's cooler than the heat of the day.

Zhang Juling still kneeled and sighed calmly: "A lifetime husband and wife, do you actually hate me so much?

Do you dare to revenge me with your death?"

He was talking to himself, but he scared another person.

In fact, he is not a human being, only a wisp of soul that has not dissipated is Gu Han.

"I don't."

Gu Hannuo spoke, but couldn't make a sound.

Yes, she is dead.

But his soul had not dissipated. He watched his body be buried deep in the ground, and the moment Zhang Juling was buried in her coffin, his temples were snow-white.

How could a couple who have been having six years have no fluctuations in their mood?

Sadness and helplessness filled my chest, and the fragrance was mixed.

The rustling night wind was blowing and waves, and the whimpering sounded like a whine.

The world is lonely, and the night is silent.

Zhang Juling was silent for a while and said, "I didn't kill Zhou Haobo, and he was not dead."

While speaking, a man walked out of the woods across the road, his face full of scholarly aura.

He wore a black straight skirt, was thin and slim, and laughed loudly, "Of course I can't die."

When Zhou Haobo appeared in front of Gu Han alive, she was stunned... Didn't he die a year ago?

The news was still what my cousin Gu Qing asked someone to tell her, saying that it was murdered by Zhang Juling... My mother also confirmed this.

"What are you doing?"

Zhang Juling stood with his hands behind his back, his voice hoarse.

“Why can’t I come?

My cousin Han has always been pleased with me.

Now that she has gone, I should come to pay tribute.”

Zhou Haobo glanced at the tombstone.

Zhang Juling closed his eyes. He hated Zhou Haobo's words for no reason, but he had no way to refute them.

His wife's heart is indeed not in him.

"Zhang Juling, do you know how cowardly you live?

Yes, you are more talented than me, and your career is better than me, and you have almost reached the top in the officialdom... But what's the use?

The person you love will never love you, she would rather die than stay by your side.”

Such words were mean and cruel, and they hit people's hearts. Gu Han was incredibly shocked.

In her memory, Zhou Haobo is humble and gentle, as gentle as jade.

The two are childhood sweethearts, and when she was young, she had also loved him.

Good fortune makes people.

Later, she married Zhang Juling with her grandfather.

Although she was indifferent to Zhang Juling at that time, she followed her husband by marrying her. The secular influence she had received for many years was enough to make her live with him wholeheartedly.

Later, she was not pregnant for many years, and her mother-in-law was harsh and reluctant to forgive her. Zhou Haobo died. She heard that Zhang Juling secretly kept an outdoor room... She gradually developed a diaphragm in her heart, and the couple fell in love, and eventually she died of depression.

Zhang Juling turned around to look at him indifferently without saying a word.

"Why don't you speak?

I'm guilty, tell you Zhang Juling, I've been suppressed for too long... We are Jinshi of the same period, so why can you be promoted to the title and be smooth... I have to be rubbed and rubbed in the Hanlin Academy.

Aren't you living a good life?

I'm going to get in."

Zhou Haobo's voice was sharp and weird and crazy because of his pleasure: "You love your cousin so much. If she dies, wouldn't you be heartbroken..." He smiled for a while and said: "My cousin has been very thoughtful since childhood, weak and cannot think deeply. I will use her to find people everywhere to spread the tragic situation of you raising an outdoor room, and then deliberately committing a false death..."

...

Gu Han could no longer listen, and his mind was blank.

She couldn't shed tears, but she felt even more sad and sad.

Is this the person she fell in love with in her youth?

It's really a joke.

Gu Han couldn't help but recall the life he had with Zhang Juling. He was really good to her, and eating, drinking and having fun all followed her thoughts.

Especially in the second half of the year when she was seriously ill, he personally served her... It was only because she was deeply knotted and her eyes were blinded. She blindly ignored her, which created a tragedy that appeared.

While she was disappointed with Zhang Juling, how did Zhang Juling think of her?

I'm afraid it's disappointing.

All disappointment is not caused by temporary reasons, and the source of disappointment is distrust.

The biggest taboo between husband and wife is distrust.

How sad she is, she has mistrusted others, and has harmed herself and those who love her deeply.

Gu Han was obviously dead, but his heart was still so real... She took a look at Zhang Juling for the last time.

Forget it, I have lost you in this life. If there is a next life, I will repay you twice.

As soon as the heart energy dissipated, a wisp of ghost immediately dispersed.

What Gu Han didn't see was that Zhang Juling stabbed Zhou Haobo with a dagger, and then kicked him into the turbulent river not far away, "...You have said so much, wouldn't it be a pity if you haven't died in my hands?"

No matter how you assassinate him, it should not affect his wife.

How could he tolerate this?

The shadows of the trees are swaying, and they are so lonely.

Zhang Juling walked up to Gu Han's tombstone and whispered: "Han'er, I'm sorry.

Don't blame me..." He didn't seem to know how to speak appropriately: "Because of my reason, Zhou Haobo made plans for you like this..."

"It's really damn."

I don’t know if this last sentence is about Zhou Haobo or himself.
Chapter completed!