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Scarlet Feather stopped not far away, quietly watching the chaos of white clothes in front of him, and the paper money flying.

The breeze stirred his long hair behind his shoulders from time to time, and the early morning sun shone lightly on his moon-white robe, casting a long figure behind him. His handsome face was cloudless and sunny, as quiet as a snow lotus blooming and falling in the deep mountains; The second always contains a faint melancholy eye, but it flickers slightly, as if it is because the figures in front of him are scattered, and it seems to reveal the unpeace in his heart.

Naturally, the corpse lying in the coffin was not a "virtuous sister Scarlet Feather", but a corpse randomly claimed from the fire that could not be identified because it had been fired; used this corpse as a "sacrificed" "Scarlet Feather", and Zuo Ying ordered a thick burial, and allowed Scarlet Feather to leave the palace for a day to handle the burial and burial, Zuo Ying's public lies in the imperial study, and Scarlet Feather's current identity as a man, have been more seamless and impeccable.

At this time, an old priest slowly walked towards Scarlet Feather.

He wore a vestment that Taoists only wore on the most solemn occasions, held a whisk in his hand, and when he came to Scarlet Feather, he respectfully saluted and said: "Lord Scarlet Feather, this place is a feng shui treasure specially found in accordance with the emperor's holy decree, and if you can be buried here, you will be able to turn the calamity into misfortune, shade your descendants, and have endless blessings." After the ceremony of covering the soil, the poor road will be planted in this kind of mulberry tree to shelter the tomb owner from the wind and rain, and gather the spirit to receive blessings. Since the founding of our dynasty, successive emperors have always advocated the simplification of red tape and the prohibition of extravagance. The etiquette enjoyed by Ling Mei, from the shape of the coffin to the large number of funeral people, can only be enjoyed by the three rank members of the court and the central government, which shows His Majesty's love for Ling Mei. Although Ling Mei died young, it is regrettable, but if she can deeply accept the emperor's grace, she will definitely be able to smile at Jiuquan and have no regrets. ”

Scarlet Feather thought to herself, to be able to bury the deceased in this coffin like this, it can be regarded as a kind of compensation for forcing her to impersonate herself, I hope she has a spirit in heaven, can be rested, can understand his distress and forgive him.

"Scarlet Feather thanked the Taoist for his thoughtfulness." Scarlet Feather nodded, arching her hand.

Lao Dao brushed the dust, saluted again, turned around and slowly left, and returned to the crowd where the ceremony was being held.

Scarlet Feather recalled what Lao Dao had just said, looking at the grand funeral in front of him, although it was a white matter, but the empress's favor for him was revealed everywhere, and the complex entanglement of his mood deepened a little. This made him wonder when everything that had been in the mood for such a major change began.

It was from her that she held him, who was once on the verge of death, and ordered loudly: "Yu'er! Open your eyes and look at me! I won't let you die! "Did it start at that time? She was so weak that she couldn't help but tremble when she slapped people twice in anger, and rushed forward to protect him and said, "The person who beat me is to slap me in the face!" "What about the beginning? Or had it already started when she ordered to put away the whip that punished the palace people? However, he still clearly recalled from time to time that when he rescued her from the Jade Lake in the Imperial Garden that day, the eyes she looked at him before she lost consciousness were so strange and touched his heart for some reason......

Now, the dust has finally settled on his life events, and he knows that he will not regret this choice; Moreover, he has also gained a new identity to make everyone around him accept him and continue to do what he wants to do and must do...... By the grace of Her Majesty the Empress, everything was so lightweight, that he was once overjoyed, but his heart could not be truly happy.

From the time he was kidnapped by thieves and left his homeland, he knew that he didn't really belong to the world he had to live in and live with. He has gone all the way like a dream, and the biggest insistence and defense in his heart is only the secret of his body, and this secret is precisely the mark that he does not belong here.

He has always believed that people are not free, and the biggest reason for this lack of freedom is the kindness that people like him, who have been helpless since childhood, can survive and get from other people. When all this has been repaid, his bond with this world will be completely over, and he will easily escape from this noise, and take his free body to find the land that belongs to him.

But this accident that happened just before the end of the game was deliberately arranged by fate, or was it a gift from God?

Obviously, he was holding sweet syrup in his hand, but he had to chew bitter in his mouth.

He really hoped that the person who was lying in the coffin now, about to be buried deep in the ground, was himself; And now this self can wave goodbye to that self, and since then they have parted ways and have nothing to do with each other. But in fact, he knew that it could not be so.

Scarlet Feather closed her eyes silently, and let out a long sigh on her lips.

"Are you Scarlet Feather-sama?"

At this time, a childish voice interrupted Scarlet Feather's thoughts.

Scarlet Feather opened his eyes, and saw a village boy no more than seven or eight years old standing in front of him. He was dressed in a plain shirt with a brand new rattle pinned to his waist, and he was looking at him with his head tilted sideways.

"Dressed in white, tall and thin, and handsome as the ......Bodhisattva holding a lotus flower in the portrait," the child muttered as he watched, "I think you must be Scarlet Feather-sama!" ”

Scarlet Feather bent down strangely and asked, "Boy, I am Scarlet Feather, do you have something to do with me?" ”

When the village boy heard Scarlet Feather admit it himself, he immediately took out a letterhead folded into the shape of "and" from his arms and handed it to Scarlet Feather, "Scarlet Feather-sama, someone just now said that I should give this to you." He pulled out the exquisitely crafted rattle from his waist and said excitedly: "My business is done, this rattle is mine!" ”

Presumably in a hurry to show off to his companions, the village boy shook the rattle, turned around and ran away in a hurry.

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At noon that day, an edict made the originally deserted Ganlu Palace seem to be boiling all of a sudden, and it became lively. After the seven or eight palace people who stayed behind had all been released back to Ganlu Palace after Wei Chi Nan pleaded with Zuo Ying, and now they were even more flattered and ecstatic by the holy decree they received.

"Cong Lu, Curly Ear, and Qi Lan, a few of you go and rearrange Concubine Hui's mourning hall. Drumming, blowing sheng, recommending Jia, you go and get a few sackcloth, and sacrificial incense and candles, and when we come back, we will sew mourning clothes and pay respects to the mother. ”

Tong Guan stood in the front yard of the Ganlu Palace, arranged in an orderly manner. The palace people around her all showed joy on their faces, and after hearing this, they readily agreed, and they all went to their places.

Tong Guan looked at everyone's energetic backs and smiled with satisfaction. She pulled the hand of Youmei, who was also standing beside her with a smile, and said, "Let's go, the two of us will go to Weiyang Palace to thank Your Majesty." ”

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