Dumping Drama • Chapter 15 • Burial Flower Mound

Feng Jian and Zhuge Xi stayed in the mansion arranged by the imperial court at this time, Feng Jian noticed that Zhuge Xi was wiping his own jade flute very lovingly, so he stepped forward curiously to ask.

"This jade flute is well-made, where did you get it?"

Zhuge Xi handed the jade flute to Feng Jian, and replied with a smile: "It's useless for you to ask so much, and you can't see a flower." It's just that today this jade flute is stained with a little dirt, so I'll wipe it off. ”

At this time, Chen Wangfu was silent and lifeless. In the huge palace, all the slaves live in the outer mansion and the inner mansion, and there are only two people, King Chen and Princess Chen.

Lu Lu carefully selected the peach petals and boiled a bowl of Chen Weiwang's favorite peach blossom porridge. King Chen Xiao's abdomen was injured, but it was fine, just sitting quietly on the desk and watching the delicate appearance of the former concubine, the peach blossom porridge was served, Chen Xiaowang smiled faintly, and said lightly: "If it is really the peach blossom porridge made by Zizi himself, it tastes the best, this is really unique in the world." ”

Lu Luxian smiled faintly, didn't say anything, turned around and took a jar of peach blossom brew, gently opened the mouth of the altar, and an elegant peach blossom fragrance came to his nose.

Lu Lu knelt in front of the desk, picked up the peach blossom brew, and gently drank wine for King Chen Wei. King Chen took the wine glass, stared at the peach blossom brew in the wine glass for a long time, and then drank it all. The peach blossom brew has a slight bitterness, but it exudes the favorite taste of Chen Wei Wang, Lu Lu did not drink it with Chen Wei Wang, but just watched. Chen Xiaowang knew that when he wanted to drink in the past, Lu Lu would always accompany him.

King Chen Wei smiled bitterly, how can the taste of this peach blossom brew taste today be so much bitter than usual, King Chen Xiao didn't say anything, picked up the bowl of peach blossom porridge, and ate it by dividing it by two.

Eat fast, not because you are hungry, but because you don't want to taste the taste of this bowl of porridge.

The hand holding the bowl is also shaking, is it because the bowl of porridge is too heavy today?

"Smack!" Eventually, the bowl of porridge fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Chen Weiwang's heart became so painful. For some reason, the world in front of me became blurry, and the world swirled. I only felt that there was a hot stream in the abdominal cavity rushing up to the seven orifices. Lu Lu quietly looked at King Chen Xiao, who was already bleeding in front of him, and didn't say anything.

King Chen finally fell to the ground, and he didn't ask why, at the last moment before he died, just like this, leaving without knowing it might be his best choice.

Sansheng is fortunate to meet with his son, three years of faith for his son to wait, March peach blossom Xu Zi world, but in the end, only the pain and incomprehension of the third reincarnation can not be extinguished.

At the end of March of this year, Chen Feng, a rebellious minister and thief, died in the palace of King Chen in Kyoto.

Lu Lu didn't do anything that night, just quietly knelt beside the gradually cold corpse of King Chen Wei, staring at the fragments of the bowl of porridge on the ground. After a long time, Lu Lu's eyelids gradually became heavy, and he finally collapsed beside King Chen and fainted. So much so that the next morning, when the little slave entered the inner mansion to serve breakfast, he saw his two masters lying on the ground and screamed in fright.

The servants and pawns in King Chen's mansion all ran out, some went straight to the imperial palace, some looked for the generals on the street, and one or two domestic slaves ran to the small mansion where Feng Jian was staying. Feng Jian was woken up by the noise, but saw that Zhuge Xi was already dressed and talking to a flustered palace maid.

"The two generals, King Chen Wei and the princess, somehow, fainted on the ground in the inner mansion!"

Zhuge Xi didn't speak, turned around and took the cotton cloak from the side, threw it to Feng Jian, and then comforted the palace maid with kind words, and beckoned Feng Jian to follow quickly. In fact, Feng Jian was also very surprised when he heard the news, and he didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, so he directly sorted out his clothes and clothes at will, and went to Chen Xiao's palace with Zhuge Xi and the palace maid to check.

A gust of spring breeze blows lightly, but it seems to be a winter chill.