Empress Dowager Xiao was horrified, and hurriedly turned around, and saw that on the oilcloth, a broken cloth scroll had been spread out, and a small skull was placed in it, and there were intermittent tiny bones underneath, but more than a foot—it was the bones of a baby. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Oh my God!"

Empress Dowager Xiao fainted directly!

There were already palace maids and eunuchs who supported the queen mother, pinched people again, and pointed out people in a panic to ask for the imperial doctor.

The father-in-law didn't dare to step forward to stop the emperor, so he had to cry and say, "Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace first!" ”

Lian Zeyu's heart throbbed for a while, stretched out the blood-red fingers that had just wiped his mouth, pointed to the ground and said, "The rest ...... Keep opening the ......," but he didn't wait for the guard to make a move, and he walked slowly into the rain curtain, approaching the stall on the ground.

The eunuch with an umbrella behind him hurriedly followed him.

This rain is not small, only for a short while, the blood on Lian Zeyu's mouth was washed away without a trace, and even the blood on his clothes was much lighter.

He turned around, and the umbrella in the eunuch's hand was snatched from him, and he squatted down.

Now, at last, no rain was falling on the little corpse.

But Lian Zeyu's back was completely exposed to the rain, and it was soaked in an instant, and he didn't realize it, but something hot flowed down his eyes unconsciously.

He didn't dare to look at the small lump that he thought was swaddling, but he didn't know why he had the courage to continue looking down.

His trembling hands finally spread the tarpaulin completely, revealing a pile of adult bones.

Lian Zeyu swallowed, his throat was fishy, sweet, and hot, and it hurt, and he didn't know when his throat was extremely uncomfortable.

Empress Dowager Xiao had woken up slowly, and saw that she was still in this ruin, the smoke and rain were blurry, and a bright yellow figure was squatting not far from her, and the umbrella in her hand seemed to be cherished in front of him, not caring that he was in the rain.

The human bones sheltered under the umbrella were large and small, long and short, and dazzling white.

She shuddered in her heart, struggling to straighten up, she felt sorry for her son, and wanted to scold these minions angrily, whether they were blind or not, watching the emperor rain here.

But in the end, she didn't say anything, but took a few steps forward and knelt at the emperor's side.

The emperor's gaze seemed to be nailed to the pile of bones.

Before she could speak, Empress Dowager Xiao also burst into tears.

"Your Majesty...... Please take care of the dragon's body...... Concubine Hip should not have been pregnant when she entered the cold palace, this may be other ......" Speaking of this, she couldn't say it anymore.

"Steamed bones." Lian Zeyu said.

"What?" Empress Dowager Xiao's eyes widened for a moment!

"Steamed bones." Lian Zeyu said again.

"No...... No way...... The emperor ......" Empress Dowager Xiao burst into tears, her thin hands tightly held Lian Zeyu's shoulders, and said, "Your Majesty, don't ......"

Lian Zeyu didn't look at her, just stood up, and suddenly said loudly: "I said steaming bones, didn't you hear?" ”

It seems that because of this sound, the rain is a little less.

The eunuchs didn't know what the emperor meant, but when the guards who understood this came close, they didn't dare to take the big one, so they only took a very small little thin and white finger bone and placed it on the yellow satin, and respectfully held it in front of the emperor.

Lian Zeyu only glanced at it, then covered his face and waved his hand, "Go ahead." ”

Empress Dowager Xiao stood there until a quarter of an hour later, when she saw the guard rushing over quickly, with a plain ice pattern lid in her hand, and her teeth couldn't help but "bump" into each other, as if she was looking at some monster about to come out of the cup.

From her, she could effortlessly see the guard in front of the emperor, lifting the lid, she didn't want to look at it, but she couldn't help but stretch her neck and look over.

Lian Zeyu stretched out his hand, and the guard hesitated for a while, but finally drew the sword at his waist under Lian Zeyu's cold gaze.

He brought the fingers of his left hand closer, took the sword in his right hand, and without any hesitation, he made a cut on the tip of his finger, and in an instant a drop of bright red blood rolled out from afar, and he did not tremble, and dropped the drop of blood on the small piece of bone, and then withdrew his hand.

As soon as the blood dropped, it should have rolled down on the tiny bone immediately, but it didn't, as if the bone had an extremely viscous force, firmly sucking the blood, but in a moment, it disappeared on the bone!

The sword in Lian Zeyu's hand fell to the ground.

It was as if the last bit of luck of sparks was also extinguished by this rain.

But he clearly knew that there was no luck in the first place.

Lian Zeyu suddenly turned around, the umbrella was set up on the ground by him, blocking his vision, but he clearly knew what was under the umbrella.

That used to be his sleeve.

Now it's a pile of bones.

His eyes became blurry, and something poured out of his heart in waves, emptying his heart and lungs.

The people next to him were extremely noisy, some people held him, and some people screamed.

After the lightning, bursts of rolling thunder reflected the ruins of this cold palace flickering brightly and darkly, and the heavy rain between heaven and earth, like countless sharp knives, split his world into pieces.

Along with Shang Xue's sleeves, which turned into detritus, there was also Shang Xue's sleeve...... Life like a flower.

He shook his head desperately in the whirlwind, and there was a wail in his heart, he didn't want this outcome.

A wave of dizziness struck, and before he fell into the darkness, he remembered that he had heard someone say something to him in a sneering tone.

He didn't hear it at the time, and he didn't care.

But now that sentence was like a lightning strike, and like an axe and a chisel carving, it appeared in his heart.

It's pitiful to be suspicious because of love.

――――

The fire on the night of the Dragon Boat Festival first burned the pillars and beams, and then burned everything that could be burned, from the house to the palace wall.

Not only outside the northeast of Liancheng Palace, but even the inn where Mama Song lived close to the south gate of Liancheng Palace, you can see the skyrocketing fire.

Especially on the side of the cold palace, the people took the gong of the vigil and struck the mountain, but there was only a fire burning inside, and there was a Jing River in the middle, and only dry eyes watched. Seeing that the east wall burned down a corner, he couldn't save the fire at all!

Wait for a few people who have the idea to go around to the palace gate to report the news, and the cold palace is almost burned!

Since someone reported the news, the fire was really boring after watching for a long time, and the crowd gradually dispersed, leaving only three or two idlers and an old man in his sixties and seventies.

The old man was wearing a Taoist robe, but he was wearing a monk's hat, and he was dressed in a patchwork outfit, and he closed his eyes when he looked at the firelight, and muttered: "Amitabha, Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Guanyin Bodhisattva, passing immortals, Grandpa Chenghuang, Grandma Chenghuang bless ......"

Someone next to him said funny: "The latter two are what you should worship!" ”

The old man opened his eyes and said, "Say goodbye to everything, there will always be a bump." ”

"The old man came out in the middle of the night to see what was going on, and you threw the little temple into the temple?"

The old man patted his head, hurriedly pulled his shoes, ran to the south, and pointed to the river as he ran: "Look, there are good things just after worshipping, you guys accumulate goodness, and there is a dead child here." ”

The idle men watched the old man run away, and said repeatedly: "Haha, this old man, it's really a good thing, brothers, you can't help but pick it up, and you can go to Lizheng to exchange a few pennies." ”

Because Li Zheng is also in charge of this piece of the Jing River, saying that it is "managing", in fact, it is the turn to send this piece of people to clean up the Jing River, and what spring and summer duckweed, autumn and winter dead leaves, must be fished out.

Because the Jing River is deep and wide, and there are often times when people drown, they are not surprised.

Without saying a word, a few people rolled up their arms and sleeves and went down to the river, scooping up the dead man, only to see the dead man's sticky hair covering his face.

At night, the wind blew again, and when it blew, it was a little shocking.

Several people also bowed in all directions following the appearance of the old man just now, and said, "It's still a woman, I don't know where the crazy woman is, she lost her footing and drowned." ”

After sighing, a few people made up their minds and said, "Lao Jiu, you are watching here, let's go to find the people from Lizheng and Yizhuang." ”

The old nine responded, and felt that something was wrong, so he grabbed a few people: "You are the only one who leaves me alone!" No way! ”

No matter how he was ridiculed for being timid, Lao Jiu just didn't let go, and wanted someone else to guard this corpse, who wanted?

The last few people actually pulled and pulled all away, leaving only the dead man with black hair and duckweed on his face.

I don't know how long it will take, the sky will be bright, and the pedestrians on the street will gradually grow from nothing, and when they see the dead people by the Jing River, they either ignore it, or shake their heads and sigh.

It's just that the dead man moved a few times, then turned his head to the side, vomited a few mouthfuls of water, and was so frightened that the people passing by shouted "Fake the corpse" and ran away.

The corpse of the "deceitful corpse" let out a sigh of relief, stretched out his arms and touched the ground under him first, slowly straightened up, and raised his hand again, and lifted the duckweed hanging from the wet hair that blocked the view, revealing a dark face, and there was some surprise in the black and white eyes.

She looked to the left, then to the right, and so on several times, and finally an indescribable look appeared on her face.

Both sad and joyful.

It is both joy and loss.

It's like a bird that has just been released from its cage, but it doesn't know how to spread its wings.

She struggled to her feet, but staggered a little, and almost fell.

A stick was handed to her, and she took it, smiling reluctantly at the child with the same dirty face who handed the stick: "Thank you." ”

The child was startled when he saw that her smoky face showed white teeth, and her voice was rough and hoarse, and he ran away with a "wow", shouting as he ran, "The dead man has spoken!" ”

There were also five or six ignorant naughty children beside her, who were scared and excited, frolicking and shouting: "Crazy woman! Crazy! ”

She turned around, and on the Jing River, even the part of the city palace had been burned down due to the fire all night, revealing broken walls of different heights.

It's like a very beautiful mahogany box with gold trim, a piece of which has been gnawed by mice.

But even if it is dilapidated, even the city palace is still majestic and inviolable.

The glow of the morning sun seems to be soaked in the Jinghe River, and the duckweed lies quietly on the surface of the river, never losing and changing half of the green richness, which makes the Jinghe River have a strange and bewitching beauty.

She slowly stared at the image in front of her, as if she wanted to imprint it deeply in her mind.

But then she turned around, she had nowhere to go, but she knew she had to leave, far away.

Watching the naughty boys jumping up, from the top of the houses in front of them, a glow came over, and the red sun was still rising, like a fiery red pom-pom on the helmet.

Step by step, she walked away from the palace. (End of Volume 6 "The Morning Bell")

The worm does not grow old

Today's first update. It is also the finale of Volume 6. Thank you for the monthly pass of Bihailian (the name is so good). Thank you for your continued concern...... Heartbroken for Snow Sleeves. Because the ending chose to flashback the sobriety of the day of the fire, I hope it will not bring everyone a sense of time confusion. There is so much text in this chapter that it can no longer be cut. Testimonials from this chapter are presented later.