Jiang Yuji got up lightly and left without looking back.

Zhuang Shaoqing reacted, clenched his fists and rushed to Jiang Yuji, his face was hideous, full of violence, and his muscles were full of muscles.

He froze, took a deep breath and said, "Didn't you kill her?" ”

"Why should I kill her? There is no one in the Meng clan anymore, she is alone in the palace, and she has no threat to me. If you don't believe it, you can ask Zhuang Hongfei in person. I think she'd be happy to tell you the truth of the matter. Jiang Yu didn't blink, directly ignored Zhuang Shaoqing, and walked past him.

Jiang Yuji heard the creaking sound of his bones when he clenched his fist, but he didn't pay attention to it.

She doesn't care whether she believes it or not.

Chunsui had been very nervous, knowing that the two of them came out and got into the car, she whispered: "Princess, it was too dangerous just now, it would be bad if he did it to you, you didn't see his red eyes just now, it was like eating people, but it was scary." ”

"What's so scary, he doesn't dare to do anything to me, let people spread the word, and Zhuang Shaoqing must hear it." Jiang Yuji gently patted Chunsui's shoulder to show comfort.

"Princess, what do you want to say?" Chunsui asked curiously.

"Let's just say that Meng Meiren in the palace died, and found many anonymous letters and poems from her palace, like writing to an old person who is missing. Find someone to write a few more poems and send them out, be sure to have good rhetoric, lonely content, and romance. You can regret entering the palace. Jiang Yu thought for a while.

"Yes." Spring ears crisply agreed.

It was only three days before and after, today is the day of Meng Lin's burial, and the people in the palace of Taste Qiang have to wear plain clothes to give Meng Lin a funeral, the specifications are very large, except for the people from the Queen Mother's side, the people of the entire Dadian Palace have come, and the people in the palace have come, and the people in the palace have been sent to the city gate, and the people in the palace have been sent to the gate, and the people in the palace have to shed tears.

And Zhuang Shaoqing and Jiang Yuji stood together, Zhuang Shaoqing was wearing the palace eunuch clothes and ornaments in the palace, watching from a distance, tears raining down.

Last night, Jiang Yu had already set aside the person who was guarding Meng Lin's spirit, and let Zhuang Shaoqing go in and be alone with Meng Lin's coffin for a long time, and I didn't know what he said to her.

But I can also think of it, this morning Jiang Yuji saw that his eyes were red and swollen, his face was haggard, his description was withered, and he didn't even change his clothes, so Mu Na said thank you to Jiang Yuji.

Zhuang Shaoqing kept watching coldly, and carefully chased the coffin for a long distance several times, Jiang Yuji didn't care about him, and let him go.

Knowing that Meng Lin's funeral procession couldn't be seen, he walked back in a trance, wiping his tears silently, like an idiot, without the vitality of the living.

Jiang Yu ordered one of the palace eunuchs to support him and said, "Send him back to Zhuangfu." ”

The palace eunuch didn't ask anything, and the princess asked him to prepare a set of his clothes for Zhuang Shaoqing to change, and he didn't ask much.

Jiang Yuji looked at Zhuang Shaoqing's back and sighed, and Chunsui said, "What's wrong with the princess?" ”

"If they are the children of ordinary people, they will be able to stay together, but unfortunately the love is shallow. In vain, they lost their lives for the sake of their respective clansmen. It's very sad to see him like this. Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die. If he really loves Meng Lin, he should accompany her. The corners of her lips twitched slightly.

"Princess, those Meng Meiren's poems and letters are ready, when will they be transmitted." Chunsui asked as if he didn't understand.

"Tomorrow, when she is buried today, I won't bother her." Jiang Yuji said lightly.

That night, Zhuang Shaoqing locked himself in the house, drank all night of wine, and the drunk didn't know who was going to do, and he shed all the tears of his life.

When he woke up, it was already the afternoon of the second day, he got up in a trance, the smell of alcohol in the room made people dizzy, he opened the door and called a few attendants, and the attendants hurriedly ran over and asked, "Is the young master awake?" ”

"Go get the bath water, I'm going to take a shower."

"Yes."

The attendant went, he changed out of his drunken clothes, and went to the small garden to breathe in the fresh air, but heard a few maidservants whispering: "Just now I went to the street to buy vegetables, and I heard that the newly dead Meng Meiren wrote a lot of poems in the market, which are being transmitted in the market." I heard someone chanting, mentioning a Zhuang surnamed Erlang many times, you said, is this Zhuang boy written by Meng Meiren a young master in our house? ”

"Xiaohong, you don't know, when Meng Meiren didn't enter the palace, she had a good time with Young Master Shaoqing. I guess the poems she wrote must have been written by Young Master Shaoqing, but she was pitiful and went at such a young age. I heard that it was Zhuang Guifei who was poisoned.

Alas, I don't know what kind of sin I created, last night I heard the blessing of the young master who served the young master say that the young master was drunk all night, it seems that the young master is deeply affectionate to Meng Meiren. Alas, it's a pity, otherwise they would really be a beautiful couple. When Meng Meiren wanted to enter the palace, Young Master Shaoqing went to her to make trouble, but unfortunately Meng Meiren was determined to enter the palace. Alas... Everyone has his own life, and it seems that in this palace, the blessed people can't enjoy it. One of the little maids sighed a few times,

Zhuang Shaoqing didn't make a sound, silently shed a few tears, and hurriedly ran out of Zhuang's mansion.

He ran all the way, listened all the way, and he wanted to know what was written in Meng Lin's poems, and whether he was really writing about him.

He stopped and walked when he was tired of running, but he never heard Meng Lin's poems on the road.

He walked slowly on the street, passing by the Red Mansion Temple, a woman sang a gentle wandering and complaining song upstairs, Zhuang Shaoqing stopped to listen.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that this was the poem written by Meng Lin said by the maid in the house, and he didn't expect it to reach the Red Mansion Temple so quickly.

He was fascinated by what he heard, and he stepped into the Red Mansion, and immediately a beautiful woman came up and pestered him upstairs, and he listened to the lyrics to find the person who sang the song.

After walking for a short time, he saw the tulle floating lightly in front of him, the woman covered her face with a scarf, and sang in a low voice, he walked over and sat down and listened quietly.

The woman smiled at him and began to sing harder.

After she finished singing, she took off her towel and wanted to drink some water to moisten her throat, but suddenly, Zhuang Shaoqing suddenly grabbed her hands.

He muttered, "It's really you, Meng Lin, I knew you weren't dead, you wouldn't die." ”

The woman struggled at first, Zhuang Shaoqing just watched her cry and said many regretful words, and her heart softened and leaned into his arms.

She looks five points similar to Meng Lin, Zhuang Shaoqing misses Meng Lin too much, and because of her affection, she is confused and treats her as Meng Lin.

Zhuang Shaoqing hugged her tightly and didn't want to let go, and couldn't help but get entangled with the woman, happy many times.

The next day, Zhuang Shaoqing never woke up.

The old bustard of the Red Mansion Temple ordered someone to secretly send Zhuang Shaoqing's body to the door of Zhuang's mansion at night, and left a note, saying that Zhuang Shaoqing died after taking too much Wushisan.