When the people in the palace suddenly saw the coffin, they were all shocked, and they asked, angrily reprimanding those people, how did they carry this ominous thing to the palace.

But when they opened the coffin, they saw the two familiar faces inside, the blood all over their bodies, and the two holes in their hearts.

The subordinates covered their mouths, their legs went limp, and they fell to the ground, crying loudly in grief.

"How can it be the princess and princess!"

"Lord, princess!"

"The princess !! princess!!"

They thought they were in a dream, crying and pinching themselves, but they had to believe that those two wonderful masters, who treated them like family, just like that, died......

The subordinates flocked to the door one after another, and when they saw the two faces that were as pale as paper and had lost their breath, they all fell to the ground and cried loudly.

This situation and this scene in this vast snow, it seems extremely desolate, and the whole palace is shrouded in sudden bad news, filled with a thick sadness.

And the female disciples naturally got the news, more than 300 people immediately ran to the spiritual garden, presumably Ah Ling had already learned the news, she was not suffering from an infectious disease at all, but grieving.

Their eyes were wet, and Ah Ling was like a benefactor to them, but she had spent all these days in pain, and they didn't know anything about it.

Bennuo's bedroom was suddenly occupied by female disciples, and some people were staying outside, and when they saw Mo Ling, whose hair was messy and talking in his dreams, tears flowed down.

I haven't seen you for a few days, how can I lose so much weight......

When Ah Jin and the others saw the female disciples coming, they knew in their hearts, glanced at each other, and walked towards the door.

It was a scene of the subordinate kneeling by the coffin, crying bitterly.

The corners of the eyes of the few big men who watched couldn't help but feel sour, and Meng Qingyu and Ling Feiyan covered their mouths and walked to the coffin with tears in their eyes, and when they saw the people inside, they couldn't help but feel sour in their hearts and cried loudly.

It wasn't until today that they accepted the fact that King Mo was gone.

Ah Jin took a deep breath, closed the coffin lid, and looked at the weeping steward Wang, "Carry it into the main hall, and hang the white silk in the palace..."

The subordinates followed the coffin, crying and asking.

"Who is it, who killed the princess and princess!"

"They... How could they die, obviously just to ask for a sword!"

"God, you are so unfair, why did you let such a good person lose his life!"

"Does the county lord know, does Miss Childe know, they, they should..."

Before the coffin was carried to the main hall, a few people dressed as the Imperial Forest Army suddenly came in, they looked at the coffin, and said to the people in the front: "The emperor has an order to let the bodies of Prince Mo and the princess enter the palace and be mourned by the palace." ”

After speaking, he took the coffin and carried it towards the door.

The little maid cried and followed behind, "Can you be a little longer, the slave wants to accompany the princess and princess more." ”

"How can this good thing be said to be gone, why!

"My lord, can you let the princess, the prince stay a little longer, the county lord, the county lord she hasn't seen yet..."

"My lord, can you stay a little longer, can you mourn from the palace..."

"Can you tell me, my lord, why did the princess go..."

Several of the Imperial Guards walked with their coffins on their faces heavy, and did not reply to their words.

When they reached the door and put the coffin on the carriage frame, several royal forest soldiers hugged Ah Jin and them, and said heavily: "Please mourn." ”

After saying that, they hurriedly set up their horses and left, and the little maid ran after them, until they chased them out for a long distance and couldn't catch up with the carriage frame, and then they supported each other and cried back to the door.

They looked at Ah Jin and asked them why the princess and princess died.

Ah Jin moved his mouth, "I fell for someone else's scheme and was assassinated." ”

When the people heard this, they wept and asked why this was so.

Ah Jin didn't answer, and looked at Steward Wang: "The palace can be hung with white silk." ”

Steward Wang wiped his tears, took a deep breath, and choked up: "Don't cry, the county lord and Miss Gongzi need us, arrange the palace, and don't disturb the county lord." ”

Ah Jin and the others returned to the Spirit Garden, Mo Ling had already woken up, ignoring the female disciple in front of him, and mechanically looking for wine to drink.

Ah Jin sat on the edge of the bed and said softly: "Xiao Mo, Uncle Fang Cai Mo and their bodies were carried back to the palace, and then your uncle let people carry them into the palace, saying that the palace will mourn, presumably it will be either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, do you want to take a look?"

Mo Ling took the wine, she grimaced, and let out a hoarse and dry scream, "They are not dead! They are not dead! Whoever is saying that my father and mother are dead, I will kill them! They are not dead! That is not their corpse!"

"Xiao Mo, the two little ones are only with your imperial grandmother and grandma, and they will get the news in a short time, you should cheer up and stay with the old man. I know you're sad, but those old people can't stand the stimulation anymore, you should be with a few old people now, okay, don't drink, we'll accompany you to the palace. ”

Ah Jin said as he snatched the wine from Mo Ling's hand, held her in his arms, and persuaded her softly.

"Xiao Mo, everyone will die, you will and I will too, and so will your parents, they just went before us. I know you are sad, but those who have left will not come back after all, you have to remember that you still have your family, and our brothers are here, and we will always be with you, okay? Now let's get dressed and go to the palace, okay?"

Mo Ling clutched Ah Jin's clothes, those eyes were not empty, but replaced by endless grief, big tears came down from the corners of her eyes, and she hid in Ah Jin's arms and cried loudly.

"Ah Jin, I, I know they have gone, but I can't accept it, how can my father and mother, who love me so much, bear to abandon us. I didn't want to see their bodies, and I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control myself and go with them. My father and mother are gone, Ah Jin, Ah Jin, my father and mother are dead... They're gone, there won't be anyone who loves me like them, I'm so reluctant to let them go, Ah Jin, what should I do, why do the people I love leave me, Emperor Tian is absolutely yes, so are my parents, Ah Jin, I'm just an ominous person..."

Ah Jin touched her head with his big hand, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's all God's will to make people, don't blame you, you still have us, we are all here, my brother is here, and my brother will protect you." ”

Chu Lang moved his head to cover his eyes, tears flowed down his fingers, she was the one who loved to mess with Mo Ling the most, but it was he and Ah Jin who loved Mo Ling the most.

At this time, seeing her as helpless as a child, her heart hurt like a pinprick.

The women in the room sobbed, and the entire Mowang Mansion was shrouded in sadness, as did the Imperial Palace and the Prime Minister's Mansion.

When the Queen Mother and Ling Xianglao learned the news of the death of Mo Yufeng and Ling Yurou, they fainted on the spot.

Ling Feng Ling flipped them and immediately rushed to the palace to verify, when a group of people saw the two corpses that were out of breath, their eyes turned black for a while, and uncontrollable grief rose from their hearts.

The two smiling faces in the past were as clear as yesterday, but now they were lying silently in the coffin, and tears couldn't stop falling.

Two four-year-olds knelt in front of the coffin, crying out in grief for their dead parents.

They don't know what death is, they only know that their parents are there, they can't talk to them, they can't dress them, they can't make food for them, and they can't be by their side.

The two children cried breathlessly, they desperately thanked their mother, their father, and shouted until their voices were hoarse, but the only answer to them was eternal silence.

This sad news also slowly spread in the capital, when it was rumored that the Mo Wang and his wife died, the people did not believe it at first, but when they went to the gate of the palace, they saw the white silk hanging on the plaque.

Shocked at the same time, Qi Qi shook his head and regretted, although I don't know how the king and the princess disappeared suddenly, but their family is very good people, it is really unfair, what should they do if they go to leave those children.

At the beginning of the war, coupled with the bad news, the capital was not calm, and countless people who had received the favor of the Moling family came to the gate of the palace, kneeling on the ground and tearfully saying that the county lord had any needs, and they should do their best to meet them.

It seems that the entire capital is filled with a thick air of sadness.

In the palace, Mo Yulie asked people to carry the coffin to the imperial shrine, and then announced that he would be buried tomorrow.

Ling Feng and the others were worried about Ling Xiang, endured their grief and stayed in the palace for a while, and then hurried to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The sky gradually darkened, and in addition to the snow, there were also strips of white silk, white dazzling and white pain.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Xi kept kneeling in front of the imperial shrine, crying and shouting their father's name, and finally fainted from crying.

Mo Yulie asked them to send them to the palace of the Queen Mother, and he came to the imperial shrine with wine, leaned in front of the coffin, gulped down the wine, put his right hand into a fist on his forehead, and sobbed silently, slowly changing to crying.

"Yufeng, the imperial brother is sorry for you, the imperial brother shouldn't let you ask for a sword, but, how can you die, you and Yurou just left, how did you let the imperial brother go to see the spirit girl... Yu Feng..."

At this time, the sudden figure of Mo Yuduan appeared in the imperial ancestral hall, sat silently next to Mo Yulie, opened a jar of wine, and poured a few big sips.

Then, he sprinkled some on the ground and muttered: "Brother Huang, do you remember when we were young, we secretly drank our father's wine, and in the end, all three of us drank too much, and were beaten by our father, and..."

Mo Yuduan drank while telling Mo Yulie about the past of their three brothers, and he said for a long time until the two altars were empty.

He covered his face with his hands and cried silently: "Brother Huang, you said this person, how can you say that you can't do it well, Brother Huang, you said that if I didn't travel all over the world, then it would not be me who shared your worries, if I went to ask for a sword, would it be me who died... Yufeng is still so young, he has three children, he just goes... Brother Huang, can you tell me that all this is a dream?"

Mo Yulie held back his tears and patted Mo Yuduan's back, "Don't blame yourself for being unwarranted, it was Ji Li who killed him." You and I are only allowed to grieve for one night, and we have to endure the discomfort tomorrow, because the juniors still need us, and Yufeng's revenge still needs us to revenge, and the juniors can be immersed in grief, but we can't!"

In the imperial ancestral hall of Nuoda, countless white silk fluttering in the wind, a coffin, three brothers separated by yin and yang in this life, use wine and memories to tell the preciousness of each other.

All night, they were saying their final parting.