Duoyi, Qu Yi and other ministers stood under the palace gate, seeing such a scene, their faces were as white as earth, and they trembled like wheat bran all over their bodies.

And the hysterical shouts of the night were still coming from the palace: "Call the imperial doctor......!

A palace guard walked out of the palace with weak feet, his upper and lower teeth rattled, and suddenly walked straight to the front of Duoyi, knelt down, kowtowed and begged: "Lord Duo, the imperial doctor has been killed, and the villain has nowhere to find the imperial doctor, please Lord Duo save the villain...... Please save the villain......"

"The imperial doctors have all been killed? This imperial doctor has been killed, where will the old man find the imperial doctor?" looked at the palace guard who kowtowed like pounding garlic, looking frightened and helpless.

"Lord Duo: This imperial doctor has been killed, I think Bo Tuo is already delirious, and if this continues, I'm afraid everyone will be in trouble, only you and I will go in to persuade Bo Tuo. Qu Yi said.

"Dahutu: This ...... Isn't this self-defeating?" said Duo Yi took a few steps back in fear.

"Lord Duo: At this time, if you don't go, I won't go, who else dares to go? Do you really ask Bo Tuo to kill all the people here?" Qu Yi said with a solemn expression, and went by himself first.

Duo Yi was helpless, shrunk his head, shrugged his shoulders, and followed him into the palace with a trembling body.

At this time, Yeli hugged Zixi's delicate body tightly, pressed his face against her pale and cold cheeks, and gently grinded back and forth, his expression was surprisingly calm, gentle, and weird, as if immersed in an illusory scene.

Qu Yi cautiously walked to Yeli's side, lowered his body, and said softly: "Bo Tuo: Please let the minister come to see Mrs. Xi, how about it?"

"Okay, the big call is just right, those quacks all say that the widow's Xi'er is dead, how is this possible! You look for the widow, don't say that the widow's Xi'er is dead, as long as you cure the widow's Xi'er, the widow's country can be given to you all." Yeli spoke very calmly, glanced at Qu Yi sluggishly, and put Zi Xiping on the ground very cautiously.

I saw that Zixi's lips were black, his face was pale, dull and bloodless, the wound on his neck was dark red, and the blood scab had long been bruised.

Qu Yi carefully observed, probed his breath again, checked the pulse, and there was no sign of life activity, in fact, Zixi had already been dead for a long time, so he said carefully: "Please don't worry, let the minister come to heal." ”

"How is the widowed Xi'er now?" Yeli asked.

"According to Xiao Chen: Mrs. Xi is very weak now, she needs to be quiet and rest, and it is best that no one should disturb her. In order to comfort Yeli, Qu Yi had to stabilize him with lies first.

"Okay, the widow's Xi'er needs to be quiet, she needs to rest, it's too noisy here, the widow's golden platform has been built, it's quieter there, you can arrange the widow's Xi'er to rest there, and no one is allowed to disturb her. Although Yeli is delirious, he can still think of the golden platform, which is the love nest he worked hard to build for Zixi.

"The minister obeyed the order and asked Bo Tuo to go back to the palace to rest first. ”

As soon as Qu Yi said this, Duo Yi shrank his head in fright, and secretly pinched a handful of cold sweat in his palm, for fear that Yeli would suddenly go crazy.

Unexpectedly, Yeli did not go crazy, but quieted down like an obedient child, looked around at everyone with dull eyes, covered his mouth with his fingers, and sighed lightly: "Shhh......hhhh Don't make any noise, the widowed Xi'er needs to be quiet and need to rest. ”

Seeing that Yeli was stupid, Duoyi relieved himself, and then ordered the palace maid to send Yeli to Wenyu Palace to rest.

The palace guards brought a soft sedan chair and carried the stupid Yeli back to Wenyu Palace.

Huining Palace was silent for a while, and even an embroidery needle could be heard falling to the ground.

Qu Yi and Duoyi summoned the ministers to discuss, and finally made a decision: first, put Zixi's relics into the coffin, and then follow the wishes of the night to transport the coffin into the golden platform and set up a mourning hall to make sacrifices; second, Duoyi presided over the funeral and announced the world; third, ordered Wu Zhu to do the matter of transcending the dead.

After all the discussions were completed, it was already night, the winter was cold, and the sky and the earth were dark.

The people went their separate ways. Qu Yi came to Wenyu Palace with a heavy mind and met Yeli.

Ye Liwu sat cross-legged on the dragon bed, holding the amber earrings, ironing them on his cheeks for a while, hanging them under the ear chakra for a while, sniffing them for a while, and kissing them for a while...... He looks obsessed and behaves stupidly.

That amber earring is the love thing that Zixi gave back then, and Yeli has always cherished it in his arms, and he has never left his body, and he will take it out to watch the rubbing when he is free, thinking about the past.

Yeli was having a good time, and suddenly saw Qu Yi coming in, so he quickly hid the amber earrings in the brocade quilt, for fear that someone would take them away.

"Dahutu, how is the widowed Xi'er?" asked Yeli with straight eyes.

"Qi Yu Botuo: The minister is incompetent, and the lady has died. In accordance with Botuo's will, the minister has invited the body of his wife to the golden platform and set up a mourning hall to pay respects. Qu Yi thought all the way, but had no good plan to deal with it, and finally decided to tell the truth.

"What?!The widowed Xi'er is dead?How is this possible!How is this possible!" Although Yeli was in a trance, the scene of Zixi lying in a pool of blood was still faintly disappearing.

"People cannot be resurrected from the dead, and please mourn for the feast of Botuo. ”

"How could the widowed Xi'er die!How could the widow's Xi'er die! You are lying to the widow!" Yeli shook his head violently, his hands kept pulling his hair, like a beast that had been wounded, and suddenly he raised his head and glared at Qu Yi murderously: "The widow wants to kill ......"

Before the word "kill" landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth with a wow, splashed with blood, and fell straight on the bed.

Seeing this, Qu Yi walked quickly to the bedside, but saw that Yeli was motionless, and his nose was urgent, and there was nothing at all.

He was shocked, and hurriedly pushed his chest for Yeli, and after half a cup of tea, he snorted again, and only then did he have a little breath.

Yeli was already seriously injured and not healed, his blood was insufficient, he was anxious for a while, his blood was stagnant, and he fainted, but fortunately, Qu Yi rescued him in time to take back his life from the ghost gate, but at this time, Yeli was deeply injured, and he was only dying.

Unexpectedly, the day of the inauguration ceremony of the Golden Terrace turned out to be a precursor to Zixi's fate, and the festival celebrated by the whole world overnight turned into a mourning period for all the people, including those ministers who came to congratulate. And between the grass and grass, the Tiandu Holy Palace, which was originally red and green, was replaced with plain white flags, layer upon layer, looking at the eyes like snow, constantly fluttering in the wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were talking to each other.

In fact, when Yeli said the words of slaughtering the city, he had already forced the cold-hearted Zixi to a dead end.

Maybe Yeli is just a momentary angry talk, but in Zixi's judgment: when Yeli is extremely angry, he will not do extreme things, isn't it the case to kill his brother? Isn't it the case to kill his father? Isn't it the same for killing Shizun Ling Kongzi in the end? Therefore, Zixi can only take death to not damage his reputation and not hurt his clansmen, but unfortunately Zixi only ignores Yeli's crazy and hot heart that loves her.

In accordance with Yeli's wishes, Zixi's coffin was set up on the golden platform.

The superordinate death was done for seven days and seven nights, and Yeli was in a coma on the dragon's bed for seven days and seven nights, and there seemed to be no sign of waking up.

So Duoyi and Qu Yi summoned the ministers to discuss and decided to bury Zixi as soon as possible, after all, first, the self-killing incident in the palace was not conducive to the palace and the country; second, they were also worried that after Bo Tuo came to his senses, he would continue to do the killing, and I don't know how many people would suffer; third, as for the night to wake up and ask about the crime, only Duoyi and Qu Yi took it together.

Zixi's tomb is selected in the Beiji royal family cemetery, which is more than 100 meters away from the right rear side of the arrogant tomb.

On the day of Zixi's funeral, the city was full of Susu, and the sky shook.

But Yeli was still in a coma and lying on his back on the dragon bed, unconscious, and if he wanted to see Zixi again, he was already separated by yin and yang.

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, and more than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half a month, with the help of Qu Yiyun's exercises, Yeli's condition has gradually improved, and his mental condition is returning to normal.

This morning, Yeli finally woke up, and the first picture that came to mind was Zixi lying quietly in a pool of blood. He couldn't help but be shocked, his whole body was swishing in cold sweat, and he sat up, but saw Qu Yi and Duo Yi standing by the dragon bed, with solemn expressions.

Ye Li hurriedly asked, "How many days has the widow slept here?"

Yeli suddenly asked, his tone seemed very calm, not like crazy, which made Qu Yi and Duoyi both happy and frightened, happy that Yeli finally woke up, and frightened that he was worried about Hu Xi's matter and asked them.

Duo Yi hurriedly saluted and said, "Bo Tuo has been sleeping for more than half a month. ”

"The widow has been sleeping for more than half a month, how is the widow's Xi'er now?" Yeli's tone was still calm.

"This ...... This ...... "Eats are speechless for a while.

"Qi Yu Botuo: Mrs. Xi committed suicide by slashing her neck, and the minister could not be treated, and she died, and the coffin was buried in the royal cemetery half a month ago. Qu Yi replied.

"The widow's Xi'er committed suicide by slashing her neck?!" Yeli suddenly heard this, suddenly like a thunderbolt, his thoughts overlapped back and forth between reality and dream, and the picture of Zixi's suicide suddenly appeared in his mind, clear for a while, blurry for a while, and kept turning.

His heart fluctuated, and his eyes were bleeding: "Who is the master? Who is the master! The widow must kill him!"

"It's the minister who does it. Qu Yi lowered his head and said softly.

"You!" Yeli roared in a fit of rage, "Someone, drag this song out...... Chopped!"