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The scattered rain fluttered and fell, and it became even more bleak with the cold wind, just like the mood of everyone. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first rain after the year of Liuyu, today, is the day of Qingying's burial.

Everyone knew that Nangong Ding had returned to the imperial city in order to officially hand over the war affairs with the envoys of Tianyou. But it was a surprise that he would be here.

While everyone looked at each other, Nangong Ding first offered incense, bowed to the old man and lady of the Lu family, and then came to Qin Ao.

Qin Ao kept looking at Qingying's face and didn't notice his arrival until Nangong Ding handed him a wooden box.

"Take it!" He said coldly.

Qin Ao glanced up at him in confusion, but he didn't explain, he directly stuffed the wooden box into his hand, and then turned around and stepped aside.

Qin Ao Muran opened the box and saw a hosta with extremely fine carving. He recognized this hosta, and his mother also had one, representing the identity of the daughter-in-law of the Nangong family.

Qin Ao took out the hosta, and the pendant in the form of purple bamboo and jasmine was hanging and swaying in the air. He didn't know how to feel, but instinctively inserted the hosta into the shadow of the hair.

He slowly got up, raised his hand and held the piece of family heirloom jade pendant and the pendant on her bracelet that Qingying had left for him hidden under his clothes. Recall the letter she left for herself.

He closed his eyes, and his heart ached again. A few days ago, he learned the truth about her death: the emperor thought that both of them could work for Liuyu, but it was an indisputable fact that they both made mistakes, and they had to kill someone to thank the world! The wine he gave them, both glasses were filled with Ecstasy. It's all up to Providence, and whoever wakes up first will be given the choice to take all the blame on one shoulder, or survive.

Qingying chose to take it upon herself.

Qingying's character, how could he not be clear? How could she possibly choose to live on her own? But she didn't know that the one who died might be truly liberated, and the one who survived was the most painful!

Knowing the reason for her death, he wanted to die a lot, but she left him four words - live well.

Scold! How ridiculous! How can he live well without her? She knew that this was her last hope, how could he ignore it?! Those four words were like a spell imprinted in his head, and she traded her life for his life. Is his life still his own? He must live for her! But can you really live well? He didn't even know if he had the courage to live......

Lu Qingying, your heart is too ruthless!

"The hour has come! Cover the coffin! "That's what people who specialize in funerals.

Qin Ao opened his eyes in astonishment, "Wait! He cried out eagerly, then leaned down and reached out to stroke the hair from her forehead, and studied her carefully, as if to impress her deeply in his mind.

Her pale face was so serene, so peaceful, that at that moment he still had the illusion that she was just asleep.

What if she really just fell asleep......

Qingying, I love. Don't go too fast on the bridge, wait for me! If you cross the Nai He Bridge, don't drink Meng Po soup, if you are reincarnated, you must wait for me! Be sure to wait for me to come to you!

Qin Ao was silent, letting a line of tears fall from the corners of her eyes and drip on the back of her hand.

"Qin Ao......" Nangong Ding stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Qin Ao let him pull himself up, and his eyes couldn't leave her face for a moment. The family in the house slowly closed the coffin, and the heart-rending cries of the Lu family's daughters were heard.

Her face disappeared little by little between her eyes, until the moment the coffin was closed, there was a "knock", and Qin Ao felt that her heart also fell, and from then on the dust was sealed in that cold corner, no longer tilting.

Nangong Ding and the old lady of the Lu family are considered elders and did not see them off. Qingying committed the crime of deceiving the monarch to death, and he could not be buried, and there were only about a dozen people to see him off.

The group was drenched in drizzle and came to the outskirts of the imperial city in a low-key manner, Qin Ao followed everyone in a daze, and then watched them blankly digging the pit and getting out of the coffin, the soil was devoured little by little, and finally they couldn't even see the coffin.

His heart is dead, and tears are no longer left in this moment.

Lu Qingqiong stared at the nameless and bare tombstone, and couldn't help but tighten his fists, "My little sister is dead, can't she even leave a name?" ”

He said coldly, the faces of Lu Qinghang and Xia Zitai on the side were ugly, and the tears of Lu Qingyu and Lu Qingchun were even more fierce.

Huang Fujun sighed, very helpless, "Qingying is guilty of deceiving the monarch to death, according to the etiquette of Liuyu, you can't leave your name, you can only leave a burial time." ”

Qin Ao trembled slightly, stepped forward, took out the sword of Huang Fujun's entourage, and came to the nameless monument.

"Qin Ao! Don't be impulsive! "Don't make any more mistakes!

Before Huang Fujun could stop it, Qin Ao had already raised his sword and danced on her tombstone.

It wasn't until the sword was collected and the lime on the stele was washed away by the drizzle that everyone could see the inscription on it - the tomb of the beloved wife, Mrs. Qin.

Everyone has already heard about Qin Ao and Qing Ying's marriage in prison, and Qin Ao's actions confirmed the rumors of that incident. Everyone could see that Qin Ao was in love with Qingying, but he didn't expect his obsession with her to be so deep.

However, such an inscription is in line with the legislation, and there is no name left, which can be regarded as an explanation of the past.

Qingying's second brother-in-law on the side, the patrol officer who visited all parts of Liuyu all the year round, Yu Zhengming couldn't help sighing, and whispered to Emperor Fujun, "Lord Wang, why did all this happen so suddenly?" He had just returned to the capital and learned about it, how could Qingying go to the military school in a daze?

Huang Fujun shook his head, "Wait until I go back and talk to you in detail!" ”

Yu Zhengming thought about it too, so he nodded.

After all the rituals were completed, everyone was ready to leave, and Qin Ao stood in front of Qingying's tomb in a daze, staring at the tombstone motionless.

The students were a little worried, but Nangong Lie stopped it in time and shook his head at everyone, "Let's go!" Leave him alone for a while! He believes that Qin Ao will not do stupid things!

Everyone left silently, leaving the space for him alone......

For a day and a night, he didn't move a single step, letting the cold wind and drizzle fall on him. It wasn't until the next morning that the students reappeared, and he knew that when the time came, he had to go back to Dongjiang......

Straddled the horse, Qin Ao turned his head and took a deep look at the inscription on the tombstone, his pursed lips trembled slightly, and he said with the voice that he could hear, "I will live, Mrs. Qin." ”

It was the only thing he could give her, the last promise.

Withdrawing his eyes, he closed them tightly and rode out.

But Qin Ao didn't know that not long after they left, a man and a boy jumped out of the bushes, both holding hoes and shovels in their hands.

The boy yawned, stretched, tied up his hair at random, and the two of them began to dig the grave......

(This concludes the first volume.) (To be continued.) )