Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

But I don't know why, even in such cold weather, everyone is still a little drowsy.

Without the order from the princes above, they couldn't get up and leave.

Originally, the vigil lasted until midnight, and everyone could go and take a short rest, and then the next morning, they could send the coffin off at the city gate.

"Second brother, it's already midnight."

Jun Minhuai reminded him. After all, he had eight broken ribs. He was sitting here in pain to keep vigil. He was already furious. If he kept on keeping vigil, he would lose half his life.

But due to his reputation, he had to pretend to ascend the throne smoothly, and he had to show some pain.

The concubines in the harem also rubbed their knees, and they were all very tired.

Except for Concubine Xiao who was taking care of Emperor Wen Zhao, everyone else knelt here.

Jun Yichen did not raise his eyes, and his coughing could be heard from time to time in the hall.

Yang Susu looked at him distressedly.

The originally tall figure, kneeling on the ground at this moment, looked even thinner, and coupled with the occasional coughing, Yang Susu was really afraid that he would faint in the mourning hall in the next moment.

After he stopped coughing and took a while to calm down, he said, "Everyone has worked hard today. Go back now. I will stay with my mother for a while."

Everyone felt relieved: "Your Majesty, please accept my condolences!"

After everyone stood up and bowed, they left the Hall of Supreme Harmony one after another.

Yang Susu followed the crowd and walked outside. When she reached the palace gate, she turned back to look at the thin figure.

There was a candlestick at intervals along the palace path, but the light from the candlesticks was unusually dim in the heavy snowstorm, even with a transparent cover on top.

In the huge Hall of Supreme Harmony, only monks on both sides continued to beat wooden fish and chant Buddhist scriptures.

Jun Yichen stood up, walked to the side of the coffin, reached out and touched the fine coffin, took out a clean silk handkerchief, and slowly wiped off the bloody plum blossom mark left by the black cat on the coffin.

Lian Ma was the Emperor Wen Zhao's wet nurse, but she was also the Empress Dowager's person. My mother had suffered a lot under Lian Ma's hands. Because she was the Emperor's wet nurse, my mother was more tolerant.

Although I don't know what the black cat did, it can be regarded as a vent for the queen mother.

As for Jun Minhuai's desire to find the black cat and kill it, that is almost impossible.

Because the black cat is very agile and smart, it is not that easy to catch.

After wiping for a long time, the plum blossom blood footprints on the coffin were finally wiped clean.

Su'er said that her mother passed away peacefully.

Indeed, the corners of the Queen Mother's mouth were filled with a smile.

He put his face on the coffin and whispered: "Mother, Chen'er will help you fulfill your wish."

Jun Zeyuan's eyes were red as he sat beside the coffin, holding the gourd of wine in his hand and drinking it mouthful by mouthful.

Yin hour.

When everyone is dreaming.

Someone interrupted the sound of the raging snowstorm.

"There's a fire, there's a fire, there's a fire in the Taihe Palace..."

I heard that night, although the snow and wind were raging, the fire was also extremely fierce.

Everyone in Dongzhou City could see the fire rising from the palace, lighting up the sky for most of the day, making the heavy snow even more beautiful.

The fire in the Taihe Palace burned all night long.

Even though more people carried water to put out the fire, they were unable to save the queen's body.

The people were also discussing it privately. On the snowy morning, the gossip spirit seemed to be particularly good.

"Have you heard? The Queen's coffin was burned."