Qingyou tried to stabilize his mind and suppress the pain in his heart.

The tide of sorrow in his eyes surged, and he stiffened his body and stepped on the horse step by step, heading to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The silver moon was covered by fiery red blood clouds, and the ginkgo trees on the side of the road fell withered yellow mourning leaves.

The night breeze seemed to blow from the ice cave, with a biting coolness, piercing into the quiet body.

The wind was also a little stronger than before, rolling up the dust on the ground and carrying it into the air, drifting and diffusing it.

Qingyu's heartstrings were very tight, and the horse seemed to feel the anxiety and sadness of his master, and galloped desperately, leaving only an afterimage.

With a dilated look in his eyes, a pale complexion, and a coolness on his forehead, he walked into the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion step by step.

Xiao Yue walked out with a low cry and saluted Qingyou, and crystal tears flowed out of her apricot eyes like a stream, murmuring endlessly.

She covered her face with her jade hands, and her whole body was filled with sadness and pain.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely oppressive, and a deep sadness filled the air.

The quiet robe swayed, the figure unsteadily, and staggered into the inner room.

The red strip of cloth, which should have been extremely festive, contrasted with the red blood on the ground, and at this moment emitted a heavy air of depression and sadness.

Dressed in a red wedding dress, with a heavy and painful color on his face, he hugged the same red wedding dress tightly, and his face was pale and clear.

Qingli's red dress hides red flowers, and the flowers dye the golden mandarin duck pattern on the dress red, the red has solidified, dried up, and the mandarin ducks on Qingli's red wedding dress are integrated.

The picture in front of him broke the quiet self-deception, his fists were clenched very tightly, very tightly, and his eyes were extremely sour.

Qingyu's lips opened, but no sound came out.

An angry voice sounded in the midst of sorrow: "No one should come in!"

Qing Yu ignored the words of the dead, his face was like white paper stained with ink, and his white skin was mixed with darkness.

Step by step, he seemed to have a boulder tied to his feet.

Slowly, heavily, he walked towards Qingli's corpse.

His eyes gradually dimmed, and his voice seemed to come from the bottom of the valley, low and trembling: "Li'er..."

There was silence, and the woman who called him brother, the pistachio who quarreled with him, the woman who was extremely melancholy, could no longer respond to him.

Qingyu's head slowly moved away, his gaze locked on the dead.

His snow teeth squeezed against each other, and his face bulged.

The vermilion tongue in his red lips was revealed, and the vermilion tongue was abnormally white with the master's emotions.

The tranquil vermilion tongue moved slowly in the mouth, and the particles on the tip of the tongue trembled with the owner's movements.

"Bury Li'er well!"

Just a few words, but it used up all the strength of Qingyu.

Liyan's head slowly raised, and he saw that it was a quiet face, but it was not the slightest relief.

The voice of the death was like the dying wail of a wild beast, like the mournful cry of a lonely ape, "Today is the flower candle in the cave room between me and Li'er, no one should try to take Li'er away from me." ”

This iron-blooded general who once fought on the battlefield and commanded the three armies, this iron-blooded king of the prestige and selection, and the god of war of the Beiling Kingdom praised by everyone, his eyelashes are half-blind, and his slender eyelashes are dyed with water droplets.

Tears flowed down his eyes.

The eyes that were originally as bright as the stars were now dim, like the pearl covered with dust, like the moon hidden by clouds.

His handsome face was filled with fear, like a small beast that had lost its race, full of fear of everything around him.

He tightened his grip and hugged the woman in red in his hand.

It seems that this woman is his only support in this world, and he is reluctant to let go, and he does not allow anyone to snatch it.

Qing's quiet heart is not extremely tormented, but he knows that his sister is dead, he can't let her go without a good burial, she loves beauty the most, and she can't bear the rancid rot of her body.

He endured the pain of piercing his heart, he endured the monstrous heartache, he endured the sourness from the bone marrow to the eye socket.

His hands tightened tighter and tighter, making the sound of bones colliding.

He trembled again and opened the blood-colored petals, released the sad red tongue inside, and said, "Enough! Li'er is gone, she is gone!"

He lowered his eyes, his pupils trembled with his master, "Li'er, Li'er, you tell me, you tell me that you won't leave me." ”

The quiet bone marrow is extremely painful.

His pathos rose from the soles of his feet to his eyes, and his brain was in chaos.

He lowered his face slowly, his eyelids furrowed as if they had been filled with lead, and the corners of his mouth and face were all screaming.

He opened the red and white lips at that time, and said, "Let Li'er rest in peace." ”

Liyan didn't respond to him, Liyan's eyes just locked tightly on Qingli.

His eyes were extremely dark, and ink flowed in his pupils.

The affection in his eyes and the pathetic sorrow blend with each other and complement each other.

His eyes were cloudy, and he held Qingli's hand inch by inch, he swallowed the bitterness on the tip of his tongue, and said lightly: "Okay." ”

It was obviously a relieved word, and it was obviously a gentle tone, but his face was even darker, and the paranoia in his eyes was even stronger.

The light in his eyes faded, and he turned around tremblingly.

He endured the sorrow that was cold to his bones, and the sorrow that hurt to his soul.

The bitterness at the corners of his mouth smewed and spread, dyeing the already compassionate air even colder, his lips opened, his snow teeth were exposed, and he said to the little guy again: "Go and prepare!"

The little guy didn't dare to say much, lowered his head, walked out slowly, went to the coffin, and pretended to be white.

All the festive reds were mercilessly taken away, and all the colors were replaced by sad whites.

Everyone didn't expect that what was supposed to be a happy wedding turned into a sad funeral in the end.

The crystal coffin brought from the palace is displayed in the hall.

Leaving the proud person in his arms, he walked slowly towards the crystal coffin, very lightly, very lightly put the delicate person in his arms into the coffin, but the slender fingers were still tightly clasped in his arms.

The prime minister had already stripped off his clothes and fallen asleep, but the outside of the house was too noisy, waking him up from his dream, and he thought that the people in the house were too happy, so there would be some trouble tonight.

When the mourning music played, he knew that Qingli was gone.

He walked quickly to the courtyard, his already cloudy eyes becoming even hazy.

He looked at Bai in the house, the hand holding the cane, pinching the cane fiercely, and his already old face was like a withering tree at this time.

He went in and took a look at Qingli, and then came out, he didn't expect that after sending his daughter away, he would send his granddaughter again.

He stood beside the tree, mourning to the extreme.

The hazy night is extremely dark, the people around have fallen into a deep sleep, and the people who have not yet fallen asleep are still telling about the happy marriage between the dead and Qingli.

The Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit, which was incompatible with the darkness around him.