"The emperor has died, from now on, the crown prince will supervise the country, and after the emperor is buried, the crown prince will succeed to the throne. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info," the queen said majestically.

Except for Lan Yanying's dissatisfaction, no one else had any objections.

And the fact that Lan Jinyu was going to succeed to the throne was determined.

A dispute over the cause of King Dayuan's death was over because Lan Yanying's words were unfounded. The people in the hall began to cry again, shouting "The emperor ......" and "Father ......" in their mouths. Among them, there are those who are really crying, and there are also those who pretend to be sad, under fame and fortune, how much true love can there be!

Ningyun is real!

Lan Jinyu is fake!

After the queen stabilized the scene, she nodded slightly to Lan Jinyu next to her.

Lan Shaofeng just kept kneeling, he didn't pretend to cry or shout loudly, he felt a little sad about the death of King Dayuan, after all, it was his father. But to say that it is particularly sad, it is not so much. This may have something to do with the fact that King Dayuan didn't want to see him since he was a child, and compared to King Dayuan, Lan Shaofeng's feelings for King Liang were deeper.

If there had been no good king, there would have been no such person as he is today.

During the mourning, Lan Shaofeng stayed in the palace.

Fifteen, the night of the full moon.

Xuanyang Palace, Zuo Huaishu's dormitory, before Zuo Huaishu went to bed, he had obviously ordered someone to close all the doors and windows, but at this time, the wind from nowhere gently blew up the veil in front of her bed.

A man came silently to her bedside, and by the faint moonlight that came through the window lattice, he could vaguely discern that he was dressed in white.

It's that familiar aroma again, and if you distinguish it carefully, this time the aroma is slightly different from the previous one, it's still light and light, but it smells a little more medicinal.

It must have been the last time he left, when she suddenly grabbed his hand, which made him think that the incense he had used had worked for her, so he remixed the spice that had made her sleepy.

This time, as before, Zuo Huaishu's mind was very clear, she knew that he was next to her bedside, but she just couldn't move, and she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

The man in white sat down on the edge of Zuo Huaishu's bed, and he took her hand from the futon and felt the pulse of her wrist.

His fingers were slender and delicate, pressed against her wrists, and he could feel his warm body temperature.

She didn't resist his touch, even the last time he took off her shirt and touched her back, she didn't feel disgusted. And he has never been light on her.

After checking her pulse, the man in white put her hand back into the futon. Then, he took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and poured out a black pill, which made Zuo Huai feel comfortable.

The medicine was not as bitter as Zuo Huaishu imagined, and it was not difficult to swallow, and the pearl-sized pill ran down her throat and slid into her body.

She knew it wasn't poison.

If he wanted to kill her, it would be easy, and he didn't need to check her pulse, give her injections, and give her medicine like now.

He was clearly detoxifying her, and he was clearly saving her, but why, he just didn't let her know who he was?

And over the years, he had never spoken to her, not a word, not even called her, he seemed to know that she could hear her.

He hid himself like this, couldn't he let her know who he was?

Zuo Huaishu really wanted to open his eyes and see who he was? But she tried all her strength, but she still couldn't open it.

The man in white had already stood up.

Zuo Huaishu wanted to move, she wanted to reach out and grab him, she didn't want him to go.

The man in white had already turned around, but he turned his body back again, and he stared at Zuo Huaishu lying on the bed.

Zuo Huaishu could feel his gaze, and seemed to be able to feel that he was looking at her gently.

The dormitory was extremely quiet, and he couldn't hear any sound at all, but Zuo Huaishu knew that he hadn't left yet, he was standing beside her bed, standing there silently, silently guarding her.

She wanted to know who he was......

But when Zuo Huaishu was able to open her eyes, there was no one next to her bed.

He's gone.

Zuo Huaishu looked at the empty and dark dormitory, and he felt a little lost.

At dawn, it began to rain, and the rain poured down, and the rainwater the size of a bean hit the roof with a thumping sound.

Ziyi brought a bowl of hot white fungus soup and placed it on the round table in the center of the dormitory.

"King Ohara's funeral tomorrow." Ziyi said to Zuo Huaishu.

After King Dayuan is buried, Lan Jinyu will succeed to the throne.

Zuo Huaishu listened to the crackling rain outside, and seemed to be able to smell the bloody rain in the near future.

"Let Yun Ting pay close attention to the prince's every move, and also, in the palace of the Great Plains Kingdom, arrange more of our people." Zuo Huaishu explained.

"Yes." Purple answered.

Zuo Huaishu took a sip of white fungus soup and drank it, then put the spoon in the bowl again, and Ziyi kept standing next to Zuo Huaishu.

"Has Wei Wenguang returned to Shao'an City?" Zuo Huaishu asked.

"Not yet." Purple replied.

Wei Wenguang was rescued, it's been almost a month, and it's only a dozen days from Jinlin City to Shao'an City, according to the time, Wei Wenguang should have returned to Shao'an City a long time ago, right? Why hasn't he gone back yet?

In the evening, the rain stopped, but the next day, it was cloudy.

King Dayuan has been buried, and in the palace, Lan Shaofeng was about to leave the palace, Ning Yun caught up from behind and stopped Lan Shaofeng, and Ning Yun pulled Lan Shaofeng to a wall where there was no one.

Ning Yun's face was dark, as if he had something important to say to Lan Shaofeng.

"Ning Yun, what's wrong?" Lan Shaofeng asked her.

"Sixth Emperor Brother, in the future, no matter what the imperial sister-in-law says to you, you must believe her and do what she says." Ning Yun was like an adult, and said solemnly to Lan Shaofeng.

Ning Yun said such a sentence for no reason, Lan Shaofeng really didn't understand what she meant, but Ning Yun didn't seem to plan to say more.

"Brother Huang, there's nothing else to do, you go back to the house." Ning Yun said.

"Ningyun." Lan Shaofeng felt that Ning Yun was hiding something from him.

"Say hello to the imperial sister-in-law on my behalf." After Ning Yun finished speaking, he left.

Lan Shaofeng stood in place, watching Ning Yun go farther and farther, until he couldn't see anymore, he turned in another direction and left the palace.

Although the king of Oha has been buried, he still has to serve a month of mourning, during which he is not allowed to sing, dance and drum music, and he is not allowed to approach women.

After Lan Shaofeng returned to King Yan's Mansion, he did not go to Xuanyang Palace, but went directly back to his Dongping Palace.

Four days later, it rained again and continued into the afternoon.

Zuo Huaishu asked Ziyi to bring an umbrella, and walked out of the Xuanyang Hall alone, and after a few steps, the rain on the ground wet her white boots, and the hem of her skirt was also wet by the rain. And the rain was getting heavier and heavier, Zuo Huaishu didn't care so much, continued to walk forward, and went to the Dongping Palace.