When the guests heard the exclamation, they immediately quieted down, turned their heads to look at the middle of the mourning hall, but fortunately, the mother-in-law who was guarding the spirit on the side caught Wang Junyao in time, Mu Zi breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly ran to Wang Junyao's side, "Brother and sister, watch out for your body!" Sister Yuan should be hungry too, go back and look at Sister Yuan! ”

This means to let her go back to rest, and the ladies present can hear it, but Wang Junyao shook her head and looked at Mu Zi with a miserable expression, "Sister-in-law, he promised me to come back!" He hasn't even seen Sister Yuan yet! ”

Mu Zi was stunned for a moment, and held Wang Junyao's hand a little nervously, "Brother and sister! Look away! You still have Sister Yuan, she's still so young! ”

"I'm so tired! I'm so tired! Wang Junyao looked at Mu Zi and smiled, the disheartened laughter, Mu Zi's heart trembled.

"Second Brother and Sister ......"

"Sister-in-law! Take care of Sister Yuan for me! Wang Junyao solemnly finished saying this, and when Mu Zi was stunned, she quickly pulled out her hand and slammed into the coffin.

The news of the martyrdom of the wife of General Yipin of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion soon spread throughout the capital.

The restaurant teahouse has been talking about the news of the Wu'an Hou Mansion for several days, first it was rumored that the handsome eldest prince of the Wu'an Hou Mansion died, and after the scene in front of the army triumphant city gate, it was rumored that the previous news was wrong, the eldest prince was alive but became a cripple, and the second son who died was brave and good at fighting, and now people are talking about Wang Junyao's martyrdom and death.

Some say that the general's wife is chaste, and some say that the general's wife is cowardly, and there are many different theories, but the prestige of the Marquis of Wu'an was unmatched for a while.

The people lined up in front of the Hou Mansion to burn incense and worship the general who died young, and thanked the soldiers for their bloody struggle in exchange for today's stable life.

The emperor was also extremely shocked when he heard the news of Wang Junyao's martyrdom.

On this day and night, the emperor did not go to the harem, but sat quietly on the imperial chair, not knowing what he was thinking.

Until Gonggong Wu came in and reminded, "Your Majesty, it's not too early, your dragon body is important, rest early!" ”

"That's it! Tomorrow, Xue Jincheng will be canonized as the prince of Wu'an! The Emperor waved his hand and left the Imperial Study.

Leaving Gonggong Wu standing in place in shock, "Canonization, canonization? ”

At the same time, in the front yard of the Marquis of Wu'an, in Xue Jincheng's study, a slender black shadow jumped into the window, and when he landed, his feet suddenly became weak, his body shook, and the whole body staggered forward a few steps, and before he could stand firmly, he was supported by a pair of big palms.

"Master... The subordinates are fortunate not to be dishonored! The cold voice was slightly weak, and his breath was unsteady. The person who came was dressed in black, only revealing a pair of eyes, but a long opening in the corner of the eye was a little shocking.

This person is the female secret guard who has pretended to be Wang Junyao for the past few days, Xue Jiu.

When Xue Jincheng saw her standing firmly, he let go of his hand and nodded with a smile, "Hard work!" Let Uncle Heng show you and take care of it! When you are fully well, go to your wife's side to serve! ”

Xue Jiu was a little stunned when he heard this, "Master? ”

Xue Jincheng nodded, making sure she heard correctly, "What name do you want to choose?" ”

A flash of joy flashed in Xue Jiu's eyes, and he immediately knelt on one knee with both hands in fists, "Subordinate thank you, master!" ”

Secret guards like them, with their super light skills and stealth skills, are like shadows, following their masters or specific targets, and never see the light of day, unless, being given a name, it means that there is an identity that can walk in the world openly.

"Alright, get up, you're still hurt!" Xue Jincheng made a gesture to get up.

Xue Jiu stood up, his head slightly dizzy. She "crashed into the coffin and died" in front of everyone during the day, naturally she was faking, but she just wanted to hide from everyone's eyes, especially the eyes of some unidentified eyeliner, which naturally had to be as realistic as possible. The collision on the mourning hall caused blood on her head to flow all over the ground, if it weren't for the special training she had undergone since childhood, ordinary people would definitely die on the spot.

Taking advantage of the night, Xue Jiu left quietly.