In a trance, she seemed to see the scene when she was questioning her in the imperial study that day.

He said that as long as she didn't admit that she killed the prime minister, then he would believe in her and protect her.

It's a pity that she believed him, but in the end she died in Huangquan.

How did her poor brother know how deep the water was in this court? She was framed and her brother was kept in the dark.

She doesn't blame him, it's just that she's gone, and she doesn't know if Xiuzhu can guard the world well. None of the jackals, tigers and leopards in the court are easy to deal with.

She thought about it in a daze, but the discussion in her ears became louder and louder, which directly pulled her thoughts back.

"Look, look at this poisonous woman, who murdered the prime minister before her death, and the pomp and circumstance after her death is still so big!"

"That's it! Such wicked people should be buried in mass graves!"

"She can be regarded as retribution, and if she kills the prime minister, she should exchange her life for a life!"

Song Youyu listened to the scolding in his ears, looked at the surrounding ordinary people who were indignantly cursing him after death, took a deep breath, and said angrily: "Good death!

She suddenly spoke, and immediately attracted the people around her to look over, "Girl, do you have a grudge against Princess Anqing?"

It was really her expression that was too angry.

When Song Youyu heard this, he nodded and said, "Exactly! She has made me tired for six years, and I haven't had a good night's sleep in the past six years, and I am worried all day long! Now I finally got through!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately received sympathetic glances from all directions.

Song Youyu said that, his heart was really stunned.

In order to cultivate bamboo and sit on this throne, she secretly worked for him for six years, how much infamy she bore, and she would be scolded like this after she died. Song Youyu didn't care at all.

Just thinking about it, as the saying goes, disasters are left behind for a thousand years, and if she can be remembered for a thousand years after death, it will not be in vain for her to pay so hard! After all, she can be regarded as "famous in the annals of history."

Song Youyu let out a long breath from his chest, his eyes were shining, and he looked at the coffin that was getting farther and farther away, and raised a smile.

Anqing, hard work, go well.

In the future, there will only be Song Youyu in the world.

Her eyes were completely red, and she wanted to leave here when she took a step, but before she could take a step, several chaotic voices suddenly sounded behind her, "Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Song Youyu turned his head suddenly, only to see a few flying arrows from nowhere rolling all the way to this side, hitting the coffin in the center of the team.

"There's an Assassin!

The team was in a mess, the arrow came unexpectedly, the guards were unexpected, and fled one after another in order to save their lives, and no one took care of the coffin.

It wasn't until the situation stabilized for a while that someone reacted.

"Don't run, hurry up and protect the spirit!"

The originally neat and uniform team has become a mess at the moment.

Song Youyu looked at this chaotic scene and was stunned for a while before he realized what was going on.

What a terrible thing she did in her life, she died a miserable death, and even after her death, some people refused to let her go.

It's sad, it's sad, it's ridiculous.

However, everything did not end, and in the next moment, a group of black-clothed people suddenly rushed out from all directions, extremely fast, almost unable to see the figures, but the goal was very clear, that is, the coffin in the center of the team.

The guards reacted immediately, and suddenly gathered towards the coffin, "Guardian Spirit!"

That group of well-trained black-clothed men obviously came prepared, not only with high martial arts, but also with a clear division of labor.

A team stopped the guards and pestered them to stall for time.

And the other team, going straight to the coffin, was actually ready to pry the coffin open!

Song Youyu stood in place, coldly witnessing this chaos. For a moment, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

She made countless enemies during her lifetime, these people couldn't help her when she was alive, and after she died, she was not slaughtered by others?

Now she would not be surprised to pry open her coffin and drag her body out and whip it.

Look, even those guards don't want her to have a good time, right? Although they were blocking and resisting on the surface, they actually didn't even exert any strength, just watching the group of gangsters pry open her coffin!

Song Youyu stared at the coffin with his eyes, willing to stop it, but powerless.

She clenched her palms tightly, for fear that she would not be able to resist rushing forward.

It took a while for Fang to calm down the anger in his heart.

Let's go, since everyone thinks that she can't die well, even if she ends up like this after death, it's a happy thing, why is she unwilling?

So be it.

Anqing.

She jerked her head up, keeping the tears from falling from her eyes.

But as soon as she looked up, a dark robe suddenly floated in front of her eyes.

She fixed her eyes, but it was a man, jumping in the air, his clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth, jumping straight towards the coffin.

"Bold!"

Before Song Youyu could see the scene in front of him, he saw that the lid of the coffin that had been pried open suddenly fell.

I only heard a "boom", and then firmly covered it.

The man in the dark robe in the air just now fell on the lid of the coffin, like a guardian spirit, so that people did not dare to take another step forward.

He stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the group of black-clothed people below, his eyes were as cold as knives, "You dare to be presumptuous like this!"

His voice is cold and clear, and he is outstanding in the noise and hustle and bustle of the street. For a while, no one spoke anymore.

And the group of black-clothed men who were shot down also looked at the man standing on the lid of the coffin in a daze, and it took a while to come back to their senses.

"Who are you!" The man in black at the head raised his hand and pointed at the man, and said sharply: "If you know each other, leave quickly, don't block us from doing the right thing for heaven!"

When the man heard this, he hooked his lips and sneered, "Throughout the ages, I have really never heard that prying people's coffins is a matter of doing the right thing for heaven. ”

"It is hateful to pry people's coffins, but you should know that this coffin is not filled with people, but with animals with heinous crimes!" The man in black gritted his teeth, "Shi Yanmo, you should know the sins committed by An Qing in her life, and you still want to defend her?"

Shi Yanmo was slightly surprised when he heard his name, but he didn't show it at all.

He raised his hand indifferently, and with a movement of his palm, he knocked down several black-clothed people who had quietly climbed up behind him to the ground.

A few more men in black were eager to try, he took out his sword, and with a sudden swing, it hit one of them directly in the neck, and suddenly, blood flowed everywhere.

His methods were ruthless, directly deterring all the black-clothed people present.

Seeing this, the leader said angrily: "Since this is the case, you don't blame me for being rude!"

"Don't be polite, I didn't intend to show mercy to your men. ”