Chiaki Snow

Chapter 9 09

When I woke up again, it was a mess and a lot of noise outside.

White banners and paper money flew around in front of me, monks and nuns chanting scriptures were noisy, and a group of people dressed in plain clothes were crying endlessly, whether real or not.

Looking up: "The spirit of Chengjun Wang Huanxu."

I was relieved for a while: after all, someone found my bones, and now the dust has settled, so there is no need for others to worry about whether I, a worthless guy, have plotted a rebellion.

Floating in the air, I looked at myself lying below: I was well-groomed, and I was wearing a gold-threaded jade dress, which was a great favor given to me by the emperor's cousin. I couldn't fault it except that I felt somewhat weird in my heart.

The emperor's cousin was in poor spirits, so he came to take a look and returned to the palace with a pale face.

Most of the ministers in the DPRK and China don't get along well with me. They think I'm dissolute and incompetent, and I think they're pedantic and hypocritical.

Just say that I usually hate that I hate being like that. At the funeral, I have to pretend to be a heartbroken loyal minister and cry before the death. I am tired of them.

What about Changning?

Before I was alive, I was very proud of my ability, that is, no matter how chaotic the situation is, I can find Changning at a glance.

Changning, Changning.

When I was young, my father died young, and my mother was very strict with me.It was a rare opportunity to go to the street. I was greedy to watch the tricks on the West Street, and followed them all the way. Only when they closed the stall did I realize that I was lost with Chang Ning.

Even though I was young at that time, I also knew that it was a shame for a man to cry.While pretending to be calm, I looked left and right to find Changning.

Changning, Changning, I'll count to a hundred, if I can't find you, I'll ignore you.

Then I turned around and caught sight of him.

The crowd passed by me like a tide, but Chang Ning just stood quietly five steps away from me, with a scroll of paintings on his back, and my favorite Jieyuzhai gold silk hibiscus cake in his right hand, facing I laugh.

Thinking of this, I went to the Lingqian to have a look.

Sweet-scented osmanthus wine, Sihe crisps, plum candy, Suyunjin rice cake, snowflake shredded coconut rolls...everything is made with love.

Just no hibiscus cake.

Changning was nowhere to be seen either.