The hidden disease of the Nian clan makes it impossible for the women of the clan to have children after they are over twenty-five, and the Nian clan is already nearly forty years old, even if there is no hidden disease, it is unlikely that she will get pregnant at such an age.

So Hongsheng died, Nian's heart also died, and he stayed in front of Hongsheng Ling, no matter how much others persuaded him, he couldn't sleep, and he just wanted to stay with her relatives and children for a while.

On the second day after Hongsheng's death, Yinzhen issued a decree to posthumously crown him as Prince Cheng, and ordered the queen to hold a funeral with the princely rite CAO to give Hongsheng the most mournful honor.

But all this is no longer relevant to Nian's, there is no grief compared to her lost child, let alone make up for the bloody loss of her child.

She would rather not have anything, even if she is beaten into the cold palace, it is better than taking Hongsheng away from her.

Because Nian refused to let Hongsheng's body be removed, the coffin was parked in Yikun Palace, which was also used as Hongsheng's burial place, and after the funeral, the coffin was moved and buried.

On this day, Ling Ruo, who was plain and pure, came to Yikun Palace and wanted to give Hongsheng a pillar of incense, and there were many palace people who knelt down in linen and wore filial piety, as well as the children of the Shi clan who were ordered to keep filial piety to Hongsheng, all of them were crying mournfully, making every corner here permeated with a sad atmosphere. Hongli and Hongday knelt at the front, because of their brothers, they both changed into sackcloth, and the ends of their hair were tied with white braids.

The palace people guarding inside burned three pillars of incense to Ling Ruo, and if Ling Ruo was an elder, he didn't need to salute, just insert the incense. Looking at the one above, "Prince Cheng loves Xin Jueluo. Hongsheng", Ling Ruo couldn't help but feel sad.

In the past, she had thought that in the future, Hongli might fight with Hongsheng for the throne, and fight to the death. However, with the improvement of the relationship between Hongli and Hongsheng, this idea appeared less and less, and later, I felt that the two brothers might be able to change the fate of their royal roommate, support each other, and become a great cause. But now...... Even if you want to fight, you can't fight, it's really fateful, just a few days ago, Hongsheng didn't have anything to do.

After the incense, Ling Ruo squatted down and asked Hongli and the others: "How are you two brothers, can you endure it, do you want to rest for a while?" ”

Hongli's eyes were full of red bloodshots, and they didn't know if they stayed up late or because they were crying, so they just listened to him: "Erchen has nothing to do, Erchen wants to send the third brother the last ride completely." It's the fifth brother, you are not stronger than me, why don't you go and rest for a while, and wait for the third brother to come back on the day of the funeral. ”

Before Hongli's words fell, Hongli shook his head like a wavy drum, "No, I want to be like the fourth brother, send the third brother here, if I go back, there will be no such opportunity in the future." ”

Ling Ruo couldn't take them, so he had to say: "Alas, then let it be, in short, don't be tired of yourself." "When I turned my eyes, I saw Nian, who had been sitting in the coffin, and was taken aback, I didn't see him all night, Nian's face was like ten years old, his face was haggard, his eyelids were swollen and drooping there, how could he still have the appearance of a young concubine with exquisite makeup and luxurious grace in the past; The most shocking thing is her hair, white overnight, three thousand green silks turned into frost and snow, and it is difficult to find a single black hair.

For some reason, seeing this scene, Ling Ruo felt very sad, and even a little sympathetic, she had been fighting with the Nian clan for twenty years, and each of them had a victory or defeat, and now, the Nian clan no longer had the capital to compete with her.

However, such sadness, when thinking of the years outside the palace, she turned into nothingness when she chased and killed herself, although Hongsheng's death was a pity, but it may not be her retribution for her many evils.

She stepped forward, and the flowerpot bottom shoes stopped when she was still one step away from Nian's, and at the same time, a cold and indifferent voice fell, "The third elder brother has passed away, and the concubine can't come back no matter how sad she is, the concubine still has to take care of her health." ”

Nian's eyes moved suddenly, stiffly raised his neck that had not moved for a day and a night, and looked at Ling Ruo who was condescending, this feeling made her very annoying, she had never looked down on others, how could she ever look up, not even the queen.

Driven by this feeling, she stood up with difficulty holding on to the coffin, and Midori quickly held on, "Master, be careful." ”

"There's nothing wrong with this palace." Nian pushed away Lu Yi's hand, staggered to his feet, and said with deep disgust: "Concubine Xi, is this mocking the palace?" Bengong Zhilu said, you are all looking forward to Hongsheng's death, okay, now take advantage of your wishes. ”

Looking at Nian's way of becoming, Ling Ruo suddenly felt that the sadness and sympathy that swept through his heart just now were so ridiculous, Nian's did not have the slightest repentance, nor did he feel that Hongsheng's death was the retribution for doing so many bad things, "The concubine has never thought like this, but if the concubine insists on thinking so, then the concubine has nothing to say." ”

"Concubine Xi's words are always so beautiful." Nian tried to straighten himself, "But this palace tells you, don't think that you can ride on the head of this palace without Hongsheng, don't think about it!" You can never cross the main palace. The last sentence is full of hysteria.

Ling Ruo looked at him wordlessly, and suddenly felt that she was very pitiful, obviously she had nothing, but she still had to hold on to the name of the concubine, could a concubine's position really represent everything? Yinzhen is already starting to clean up Nian Qianyao, once the Nian family falls, how good can Nian's life be.

She lowered her head and said indifferently: "Is that what the concubine wants to say?" If so, the concubine has already heard it. ”

Ling Ruo's indifferent expression as if nothing had happened made her annoyed just now, and she stared at her and said, "What kind of attitude do you have, despising this palace?" ”

"Niangniang thinks too much, how dare the concubine." Ling Ruo didn't argue with it, because it was no longer necessary.

Nian didn't know about Ling Ruo's thoughts, and Ling Ruo's obedience made her feel a little more comfortable, "Don't dare to do the best, otherwise this palace won't spare you." ”

Ling Ruo lowered her eyebrows and said, "If Niangniang has no other instructions, the concubine will retire." ”

"Let's go, Hongsheng doesn't want to see you either." Although it was later confirmed that the poison was not caused by Hongli, if it wasn't for Hongli sending dew to Hongsheng every day, how could he be poisoned, and he would always be responsible.

Ling Ruo didn't say anything more to her, and when she turned to leave, she caught a glimpse of Hongsheng's tablet out of the corner of her eye, and a vague sigh escaped from the corner of her lips. Hongsheng is gone, it would be better if Nian's could restrain his spleen, but unfortunately when he saw him today, it was still the same as before, such a xing was destined to have no good time in the future, and she would even kill herself, but she was also to blame for herself, and she couldn't blame others.

Subsequently, Hongshi, Lingxi and others also came, but they all left after the incense, which seemed very indifferent, and only Hongli and Hongday had volunteered to stay in the mourning hall. If Hongsheng has a spirit in the sky, when he sees this scene, he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry.