Phoenix Couch Luan [CP Ended]

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Eunuch He had already let him go out to serve as an outpost. He heard that he had purchased a large piece of land and a house, and he was waiting for his master, Jin Chan, to shed his shell and become a beautiful salted fish with no worries about food and clothing.

Looking at Xiao Mingyue's relieved expression, she is the same as a primary school bully who has finished the college entrance examination, full of joy and eager to start a new life.

Xia Yunze felt envious, and was sincerely happy for him, but thought that it would be difficult to meet again in the future, and felt a little melancholy.

Xiao Mingyue rinsed her mouth, lay down slowly, folded her hands on her abdomen, closed her eyes, smiled at the corners of her lips, and said softly: "The coach is kind to Mingyue again, Mingyue will take a step first, if there is a fate in the future , the rivers and lakes are far away, and we will meet again soon."

"Okay." Xia Yunze waved away his slight sorrow, and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't look back."

Xiao Mingyue felt her body becoming more and more rigid, her limbs were not in control, and her breathing was also slightly undetectable, like a living dead.

But why is he still conscious?Apart from being unable to see things with eyes closed, other senses are more acute!

He smelled the sweet scent of honey remaining on the end of his nose, and felt that Xia Yunze pulled up the white silk to cover his head and face, and comforted him in his ear: "Sleep well, you have done a good job."

He wants to sleep too!But he can't sleep!

Xiao Mingyue was flustered, but she couldn't move or speak, so she could only secretly pray that these three days would pass quickly, and that there would be no more demonic moths.

When Xiao Mingxuan galloped into the city gate on horseback, he heard the faint sound of bells coming from the direction of the palace.

His heart sank, his eyes darkened, and his hands trembled so much that he could hardly hold the rein.

The exhaustion from the sleepless days finally surged. Xiao Mingxuan gritted his teeth to hold his breath, and without getting off his horse, he rushed all the way into the palace gate. The Ouchi guards recognized King Duan, and there was no danger, and he rushed to the palace unimpeded. In front of the mourning hall.

In the bright and beautiful spring season, the palace was full of slaughter. The eunuchs and maids came out and knelt on the ground. Xia Yunze greeted him in front of the hall dressed in filial piety. With a cold face, he whispered: "You are back."

Xiao Mingxuan rolled off the saddle and rushed into the mourning hall in three steps at a time.

Incense candles were lit in the mourning hall, the smoke was lingering, and everything that came into view was covered with plain white silk. Xiao Mingyue lay quietly in the coffin with a peaceful expression. .

Xiao Mingxuan's hands and feet were weak, and he staggered to the front, ignoring Gong'e's exclamation, and stretched out his hand towards the neck of the corpse.

It was cold and stiff, and I couldn't feel the slightest pulse.

His mountainous body slumped down, his forehead hit the coffin heavily, and a trembling voice came out of his burning throat: "Brother..."

He was still late.

Tears splashed down, and the man who held a heavy soldier in his hand and called the wind and rain fell in front of the spirit, shaking his shoulders and weeping.

According to the rules of the Qi Kingdom, the coffin is suspended for three days. On the first day, the royal family and relatives cry for the coffin. On the second day, civil and military officials bid farewell.

Today is the first day, all members of the clan gathered together, and were aroused by the scene of the iron man Xiao Mingxuan crying, crying one after another, and the mourning hall was full of mourning.

As a "widow", Xia Yunze had to keep vigil for three days, but at this time, there were so many people, it was inconvenient for him to say much, so he covered his face and wept bitterly, quietly rubbing the mint ointment in his handkerchief to the corners of his eyes to induce tears.

After finally surviving until evening, the clan members all left after crying, his legs and feet were numb, and with the help of the palace maid, he walked tremblingly in front of Xiao Mingxuan, and sighed: "You go back and rest for a while, and you have to watch the spirit at night. "

Xiao Mingxuan knelt upright, as if an old monk was in a trance, Xia Yunze said it again, he raised his head with a stiff neck, and asked in a low voice: "How did my brother die, was it for me?"

Xia Yunze was blinded by his aggressive gaze, and he couldn't tell the truth in front of the court ladies and eunuchs, so he replied vaguely: "Your brother has devoted himself to the country, even though he died, he still lives."

Xiao Mingxuan stood up, took a deep look at him, and turned to leave.

He walked heavily, and his shoulders were crushed by endless sorrow and regret. He went back to the mansion to take a bath and change clothes, and put on a plain suit.

The wind in the spring night is still chilly, and places like the mourning hall are even more gloomy. Xia Yunze put on a white fox cloak over his filial piety, so that all the palace people retreated, and there was no need to keep anyone in the corridor, as long as they stayed far away.

When Xiao Mingxuan opened the door and came in, he was alone with the ever-burning lamp, taking out the milk lump in his purse and stuffing it into his mouth.

The atmosphere that was supposed to be heartbroken was completely destroyed by his stupid appearance with bulging cheeks.

Xiao Mingxuan looked at him in disbelief.

The little emperor's sister-in-law had always been affectionate and righteous to his brother, why did his sister-in-law have no mercy after his brother died?

Xia Yunze didn't expect him to turn back so quickly, he choked, blushed and swallowed hard, when he got up he was a little flustered, and he seemed to be tripped by the hem of his skirt.

"Grass." He cursed in a low voice, "After this, Aijia will never wear skirts again!"

Xiao Mingxuan's face was sullen, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, and doubts abounded in his heart.

This doesn't look like a widow who just lost her husband, except for the phrase "sorry for the family" which is quite easy to use.

Xia Yunze straightened his clothes and went to meet him, looked him up and down, and asked, "Why did you come here without even eating?"

Xiao Mingxuan flicked his forehead, folded his hands, and watched him sing a one-man show with cold eyes.