The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and it seemed that there was no intention of stopping, and the sunlight hitting the broken snow made the eyes much brighter. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Fu Mingxian was wearing a plain white long brocade robe, with a wide purple belt tightening her thin waist, her body was slender and simple but elegant, and the hollow flower hairpins were obliquely inserted, and the broken ruby stars were inlaid in it, which was undoubtedly a beautiful scenery in this heavy snow.

"Miss, Miss?" called a few times, "Madame is still waiting for us to go back, Miss?"

Across the street is the mansion of Wang Yan, the governor of Xichang, who leaned towards the government and the opposition, and heard that Wang Yan's wife died of a serious illness and did not survive this winter.

The funeral etiquette system is huge, all of which are done in accordance with the three-grade decree of the lady, and the hall is full of plain white silk, and the guests who come to mourn will smooth out the wind and snow on the road.

Pity...... After all, he is not a real man, and if he lacks something, no matter how powerful he is, he can't make up for it.

I heard that the woman was also the daughter of a wealthy family, and she did something terrible wrong and fell into the fate of the opposite food.

But the people are already dead, and the dead are the greatest, and no one mentions them again.

Magpie didn't know the twists and turns, she only knew that the young lady hit her forehead and woke up in a coma for several days, and her body was weak.

If I get caught the cold again, I'm afraid I will be bedridden for several days.

Fu Mingxian stood in the snow and was a little distracted, her eyes looked at Lord Wang's mansion, it was obviously a white expanse, but Su Su was extremely dazzling.

It's a little weird though.

But it was her own funeral.

Her body had run out of oil, and after waiting in Lan'an Pavilion for so long, she tossed away the last way of life, she should have died, but when she opened her eyes, she became what she is now.

She is still Fu Mingxian, but she is no longer the scornful Fu Mingxian of Fu Guogong's Mansion, but the youngest daughter of Fu Jiahuan, the head of the Qipin Country.

The third lady of Fu Guogongfu is twenty-three years old, and she is now thirteen years old.

They have the same name and five points of similar appearance, but there is a world of difference between the two.

At first, she didn't believe it, lying in bed in a daze for a few days, until today's health improved, she insisted on going out, maybe there was still some obsession in her heart, she wanted to see......

I want to see what I will be like when I die.

There was an endless stream of people in Lord Wang's mansion, and even the heavy snow could not stop the footsteps of those people, those who knew those who did not know, and those who were close to them.

Wang Yan stood outside the door, his facial features were clearly defined and deep, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't know what he was pondering, Fu Mingxian didn't expect that Wang Yan would wear plain, and he had a bit of a ridiculous idea, no matter what Wang Yan was wearing, it would not affect his dignified figure and dignified appearance.

Everyone has a solemn expression on their faces, and their faces are sad, especially those so-called her family members in her previous life.

It's really ridiculous, when she was alive, the people of Fu Guogong's Mansion didn't want to look at her again, but after she died, she could see her aunts and cousins hoarse and in pain.

Who is the play for?

made a show to Wang Yan, and the power in Wang Yan's hands made those people even more frightened.

Otherwise, she would not have designed her to make food for Wang Yan, and the Fu Guogong Mansion wanted to use family affairs to get in touch with this powerful person in the DPRK and China.

Others only said that Wang Yan was ruthless and smiling, only Fu Mingxian knew that it was just a way for him to protect himself, Wang Yan was not a bad person, at least he was not bad for her.

When he married her back to the house, he never felt sorry for himself, and he didn't like to torture people because of the legendary eunuch's broken heart.

His house was clean.

In fact, Fu Mingxian was a little grateful to Wang Yan, marrying him was a last resort, but he gave himself a place to settle down, and in order to cover up the absurdity of his death, so that everyone would not scold him.

If she hadn't liked Huo Yanqing, if Wang Yan hadn't come out of the palace, the two of them would have been a good story in the sky, but unfortunately there were so many ifs.

Today is the day of the burial, and she silently told herself in her heart that Fu Mingxian of the Fu Guogong Mansion is dead, Wang Yan and Huo Yanqing are no longer people she can touch, and all the pickled things have nothing to do with her.

"Miss?" Magpie called a few more times, I don't know why, after the young lady woke up from a coma, she seemed to be a different person, she didn't like to talk, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and the most common thing she did was to be in a daze.

Fu Mingxian came back to her senses, lowered her head slightly, and the footprints when she came had been covered, "Let's go." ”

Maybe this is the will of God, she shouldn't be killed.

No matter what the reason, a person who dies once will regret her life after all, and she has to live well for herself in this life.

Fu Mingxian put away the fox fur on her shoulder, and her fingers kept rubbing the hollow purple spirit flower embroidery wrapped in her arms, and her figure gradually disappeared into the wind and snow.

The magpie smiled and followed behind him.

The two of them had just left, but a line of sight came over.

"My lord, what's wrong with you?" Li Sheng called a few more times, "My lord, have you seen someone you know?

Wang Yan's eyes were heavy, and the expression on his handsome face was gloomy, "It's nothing, maybe it's a mistake." ”

can only be mistaken, she is lying quietly in the coffin like that, how can she stand in the crowd and look at herself sadly and pitifully?

Wang Yan just chuckled for a moment, his eyes returned to clarity, and he looked coldly at the people who came and went to pay respects, he was a traitorous and brutal Xichang factory in the court, and his methods were so vicious that the entire government and the opposition were eager to find his fault and bring him down, and the power of Xichang was growing at a terrifying rate, and there were some signs of suppressing Dongchang.

He has already become a thorn in the side of others, but he has to respect him on his face.

This is the power, the power of his Wang Yan.

Li Sheng replied cautiously, "Jinyi Wei commanded Lord Huo...... Lord Huo came to visit, and the slave didn't dare to make his own decisions, so he came to ask the adult how to deal with it. ”

Huo Yanqing?

If Wang Yan is the representative of the traitor, then Huo Yanqing is the embodiment of justice, the two are even more fierce in the court, they have never intersected, but there are many open and secret fights in private, Huo Yanqing will take the initiative to come to the door.

Li Sheng was excited, and he could clearly feel the murderous aura on Wang Yan's body......

He has served Wang Yan for many years, and he can be regarded as having a little bit of Wang Yan's temperament, and Wang Yan is really angry this time.

As he was talking, he saw Huo Yanqing walking towards Wang Yan with a frown, he was wearing a thin cyan robe, and the snow-white trim embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns and the mutton fat jade hairpin on his head complemented each other.

"Lord Huo is so interested. Wang Yan squinted.

Brush Brush Brush!

The factory guards guarding on the side suddenly drew their swords and faced each other, and the brocade guards behind Huo Yanqing did not back down for half a point, but fortunately, there were not many people left in the mourning hall, looking at the two young magnates in the court, no one dared to boo.

Wang Yan's eyes were bottomless, "Please also ask Lord Huo not to disturb the purity of the deceased wife's mourning hall." ”

Huo Yanqing stopped and stared at Wang Yan, "I just want to put on the pillar incense." ”

Hearing that she died, Huo Yanqing was stunned for a moment, Fu Mingxian, who had been pestering him for his life in the past, would die, he didn't believe it after all.

The corners of Wang Yan's lips sneered, "What's the matter, Lord Huo's conscience has been discovered?"

"Just take it as it is. Huo Yanqing's face was expressionless.

"Whatever has been, she's my wife after all. Wang Yan's face was cold, and the guards of the West Factory behind him were even more impatient.

"Lord Huo is kind and understands. ”

The atmosphere condensed to freezing point.

Wang Yan and Huo Yanqing stood in front of the spirit like this, and their momentum was enough to overwhelm the wind and snow in this winter, making people feel cold in their backs.

If you make a comparison, Wang Yan is the sword that Taoguang is obscure, the edge is in it, and Huo Yanqing is the sword that has been polished, the edge is outside, the two meet, needless to say, it is already a splash of fire, and the arrows are drawn.

Huo Yanqing was silent for a while, glancing at the Xichang factory guard behind Wang Yan and turned to leave.

Wang Yan kept turning the wrench of his thumb, and when he arrived, Fu Mingxian was already unconscious, so he carried her back to the Overseer's Mansion, felt the temperature on her body getting lower and lower, and watched her leave.

"Carry the coffin to the burial. ”