The autumn wind rises, the night is long, and the cold moonlight shines on the solemn and solemn Prince Feng's mansion, even if there are ten thousand bright lights reflecting, it still can't cover the sad color that permeates the entire palace. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

White, as far as the eye can see, the whole palace can not distinguish any other colors except for the combination of white and black.

When the subordinates in mourning clothes walked through the main hall of the palace, everyone's faces would show a look of sadness, and then they bowed respectfully to the mourning hall, and then they were reluctant to leave.

In the main hall, low sobs were heard from time to time, making the hearts of those who listened to it pull together.

As far as the eye can see, there is a well-made coffin parked in the huge mourning hall, and there are two rows of maids wearing mourning clothes burning paper money kneeling on the left and right sides of the coffin, and the cry is also coming from their mouths.

Everyone's eyes were swollen like walnuts, the tip of their noses was red and purple, and it was clear that they had been crying for a long time.

Directly in front of the coffin, there sat a man who looked a little sloppy and decadent, but when he saw him holding a wine glass in one hand and stroking the painting on his leg with the other, his godless eyes were full of sorrow: "Kite......." ”

At this time, his inky hair was scattered indiscriminately, his eyes were blank, his beard was unkempt, and his clothes were wrinkled, not at all the high, graceful and luxurious appearance of the past.

Such a scene made Qingchen and several people kneeling beside him turn their heads sideways, and the dignified men also shed tears of pathos at this time.

It was late at night, and the bitter cold wind was beating against the unclosed windows, as if playing mourning music for this place full of sorrow.

Although the cold wind was blowing, the people in the mourning hall didn't seem to feel the cold, and they raised their heads one after another to look at the portrait of 'smiling like a flower' on the mourning hall.

Princess Feng Lingyu, the woman who was only twelve years old and in the mood for love, left them like this......

In the painting, although she is black and fat, she is extremely ugly, but she still can't hide her kind and dazzling smile.

Some people are beautiful on the outside, but some people are beautiful from the inside out, even if the appearance is unsatisfactory, but when her soul is beautiful to a certain extent, people will subconsciously ignore the flaws on her body.

Lingkite is such a person, a beautiful woman who relied on her own charm to conquer the Fengwang Mansion.

"Master, it's late at night, can your subordinates help you down to rest?"

Qing Yu silently hid the pain in his heart, and asked in a dumb voice to the man in front of him who was still drinking.

"Yes, master, we can handle the rest, tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral, you have to take care of your body!"

Qing Ye also looked worriedly at the once high-spirited and domineering master, since the princess left, he has been drowning his sorrows with wine all day long, how long can he last like this?

"Don't bother to make it, how can Seventh Brother still listen to the way he looks now?"

Qingchen glanced at Wei Jue lightly, and glanced at the ink painting on the top of the mourning hall, the woman in the painting was sitting by the lotus pond with a smile and laughing, such a dazzling smile, they can never see it again?

"But the prince, the master has not closed his eyes for four days and four nights, and tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral, how can his body stand it?"

The cold face of the gray-clothed Qingxuan, who was silent behind him, could not see the emotion, but the worry in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

Qingchen stared straight at the man in front of him who was already in a trance, but his waist was straight.

"If you knew today, why did you bother in the first place? My sister-in-law has gone now, gone, understand? She'll never come back......"

"Do you think that by torturing yourself like this, you will be able to wash away your guilt towards her? It's late, it's late! ”

With a "bang", the purple-shirted man who was sitting on the ground threw away the wine glass angrily, stood up with the portrait in his arms, his handsome face was full of coldness, and his chin was slightly raised with a miserable smile.

"What did you just say? Well? There is a kind, there is a kind, you tell this king again......"

The slender hand trembled and raised, and the slightly misty eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Qingchen for a moment, deep and unfathomable.

Qingchen looked at the strange brother in front of him, and the anger in his heart exploded instantly, he clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes were full of distress and ridicule.

"So what? Look at what you look like now? Where is your calmness, your wisdom, and your domineering? Is it useful to sit here all day and drink in a daze? ”

"Sister-in-law, can she come back? Am I wrong? For the sake of that woman, you actually forced your sister-in-law to this point, and now it's okay, the person is dead, are you satisfied? Satisfied? ”

When Wei Jue heard this, he raised his chin slightly, and his narrow phoenix eyes cast on the portrait above the mourning hall, showing grief, kite, her kite......

Is it really dead, and there really will be no return?

This year, is he delusional, is he whimsical?

"Who? Dare to trespass on the Fengwang Mansion? ”

Just as Wei Jue was in a daze at the portrait, several strong winds rushed to his side, and the mourning hall that was still shrouded in mourning immediately sounded a sharp shout: "Come on, catch the assassin, catch the assassin......." ”

The maidservants who knelt on both sides of the coffin quickly stood up and ran towards the courtyard, and here, in an instant, there were four tall and straight masked black-clothed people, and at the same time, dozens of light and wind-like figures around the palace also flashed out, instantly surrounding the entire palace.

Wei Jue sneered, slowly turned around, and pushed away the four Dharma Protectors who were blocking in front of him, "Get out of the way!" ”

"Lord Wang......" Qingye exclaimed, Wei Jue waved his hand indifferently, "Old friend, you are finally willing to come?" ”

That's right, even if the person in front of him is wearing a face towel and wrapped in airtight air, but those eyes, he will never forget.

It's them, are they finally here?

One of the four men in black couldn't help but chuckle out loud after hearing Wei Jue's words.

"Since it's an old friend, let's not talk nonsense, get out of the way, we're going to take the people in the coffin."

"Let go of your bitch's big stinky fart, my sister-in-law, you dare to rob it? Open your dog's eyes to see what kind of place this is before you speak, otherwise Lao Tzu will make you unable to eat and walk around. ”

As soon as Qingchen heard this, he angrily threw away his usual gentle side, and burst into foul language for the first time.

"Want to take her? It is better to step over the corpse of this king. ”

Wei Jue pushed Qingchen away and went straight past him, his eyes were cold and fierce, like the coolest ice in winter, extremely gloomy.

However, the black-clothed man opposite only smiled lightly at the corner of his lips, but his smile was not warm.

"Oh? Even so, what nonsense? Do it! We just let you know! ”

When the words fell, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and there was a powerful murderous aura in his eyes, and in an instant, several black-clothed people waved the sharp swords in their hands and stabbed over......

After a fierce battle—

Looking at the long sword with a cold light on his neck, Wei Jue looked at the black-clothed man in front of him with a gloomy face, and scolded coldly, "Despicable! ”

"Despicable? Hehe, maybe, but this is also the most effective way to fight, I don't have time to spend here with you, besides, now you, tsk, don't deserve to be my opponent at all! ”

With a cold smile, the masked man glanced at the person behind him, and the four of Qingchen stiffened as they struggled to resist, and they were stunned by their gorgeous beauty.

Wei Jue's eyes were glowing with blood, he gritted his teeth, and stared at the man in black in front of him.

"If you want to take her away and kill this king first, why do you bother to do this?"

At this time, in addition to pathos, his eyes were more annoyed, if he didn't drink, how could his alertness be reduced? How can these people succeed?

Kite ...... Can't I even protect your body?

"Kill you? If we can kill you, we can't wait to cut you with a thousand knives......"

"Remember Wei Jue, you have to live well, after three years, there will be an old man coming to the door!"

After the man in black glanced at him meaningfully, he carefully took out the petite figure from the coffin, and disappeared into the night with a light foot......

Wei Jue watched them leave in a daze, but his eyes were already terrifying.

What do you mean?

Three years later, the deceased came to the door?

Yes, is it a kite?

Three years later, the kite will come back to him?

Is this true?

The spirit kite died, and his heart also died, but no one knew that he actually still had a trace of luck.

That is to hope that the two people who appeared in the Youyue Tower in the past can suddenly appear to surprise him.

But what he absolutely didn't expect was that they appeared, but when they left, they also took her away.

Without even giving him the slightest chance to react, he left.

But now, they told him that in three years, there would be an old man coming to his door.

Does this mean that there is a good chance that the kite will not die?

Will the kite ever return to him alive?

Thinking of this, Wei Jue's whole person became excited.

After Qingchen woke up, what they saw was Wei Jue, who was laughing extremely terrifying, the princess's body was robbed, why did their prince become so weird?

Aren't you going crazy?

"Brother Seven, are you okay?"

Wei Jue burst into tears with excitement, he turned around and cried and laughed at Qingchen, "I'm fine, what can I do?" Okay, okay, get up, get up, sort it out, remove all of this, and withdraw it all for Lao Tzu. ”

Qingchen: "Withdrawn?" ”

"Spirit kite, she won't die, she is the princess of this king, she will come back one day sooner or later, I will wait for her, waiting for her to return."

"But the prince, the emperor has already informed the world that Princess Feng has died!"

With a "bang", Qingchen was kicked away by Wei Jue and fell to the ground fiercely, under Wei Jue's crazy red eyes, he vomited blood with a mouthful: "Seven, Seventh Brother!" ”

"Remember, the princess of this king is not dead, she is not dead, inform me, from now on, no one in the Fengwang Mansion can mention the word 'death' again, Princess Feng is not dead, she is still alive, do you hear clearly?"

"Violators, behead!"

Wei Jue lived, as if he had sobered up overnight, not only did he recover his former demeanor, but he even took the initiative to go to Shangguan Qingxi and ask to restore his appearance.

No one can understand that one second ago, there was news that Princess Feng was becoming more and more depressed, why did he regain his strength after Princess Feng's body was robbed one second?

Could it be that because the body was robbed, His Royal Highness King Feng is insane?

But with the outbreak of the power of the Phoenix King, no one dared to say that he was insane, but under the repeated warnings of the Phoenix King, people deeply remembered the Phoenix princess who had the shortest reign in history - Lingkite.