Nangong's eyes sank, he had already heard about Dongying, and when he first knew about it, he was still deeply suspicious, this was the throne, how could he say that he would let it go if he gave it to others?

But when the prince returned, he told him everything, so he believed it completely.

"Now that you have returned, I will inform the hundred officials today, the news of King Rui's death, you should go back and prepare first."

Nangong Che closed his eyes helplessly, thinking that the imperial brother was about to enter the ground, and his heart was depressed.

…… The news of King Rui's death shocked everyone, and the news came too suddenly, making people a little overwhelmed.

I didn't hear any rumors before, and the announcement also said that it was a sacrifice for the country, and all the ministers were a little confused, and they were only buried three days later, and they were all ready to go to mourn.

Nangong Yao knelt in front of the coffin in plain clothes, it had been a day and a night, not a drop of water had entered, the palace was hung with white cloth, and the people were sad, King Rui's reputation in the hearts of the people was obvious to all, as long as there was anything in the past, he would be the first to appear, and the news of his death made them sad.

Nangong Qianqian didn't get a drop of water for a day and a night, her lips had a thin layer of skin, and her face was pale, but the persistence in her eyes made him feel distressed.

"What are you doing here, so that you can let Uncle Huang go with peace of mind?"

But the man did not speak.

Nangong Qianqian bit her lip, "Nangong Yao, you speak!" If you want atonement, then I'm with you! Uncle Huang's death is all because of me, if you want to blame, you should blame me! ”

The events of that day have always made Nangong Qianqian blame herself, and she regrets it even more, why is the one who died the one he cares about the most?

Nangong Yao closed his lips tightly and pursed them into a line, and the pain in his eyes was about to drown the two of them.

"I want to accompany my father on his last journey."

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, the son wants to raise but the parent is not there, this feeling of helplessness makes him feel that he is already alone.

Nangong Qianqian hugged him tightly, and her face was already full of tears.

What he feared the most, and what she feared the most.

"Qianqian, you go back first, I'm fine."

Nangong Yao's voice carried a trace of tiredness and helplessness, but he didn't want to be vulnerable in front of his beloved.

Nangong Qianqian bit her lower lip, her lips were white, and there were tears in her phoenix eyes that she didn't dare to drop.

"Then you take care of yourself."

He stood up with his skirt and pushed the door away, and the tears the size of the beans hit the bluestone slab and splashed tears.

…… Two days later, Rui Kingdom was buried, hundreds of officials walked together, Nangong Yao walked in front in white, holding the portrait of King Rui in his hand, only a few days later, the figure was crumbling and distressing, and his eyes were red.

Among the hundred officials, the coffin was carried, the South Vietnamese battle flag was draped on the coffin, and the crying was endless, Nangong Qianqian and Nangong Xing should not have participated in the state funeral, but the two insisted on sending the imperial uncle on the last journey, although the two were dressed in white, they both chose to see off in black.

Nangong Qianqian was dressed in black, and a pure black hairpin was obliquely inserted in her black hair, which looked particularly solemn, she had already cried red eyes, and followed the send-off procession.

Along the way, the people saw this coffin, and knelt down to see them off.

Nangong Che and Hongyu were inconvenient to be in the send-off procession, and they had already been waiting in the imperial mausoleum, with grief on their faces.

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