These words were like thunder, piercing the heart, and Leng Qinglang instantly understood what it meant to be alive rather than dead.

"No, Lord Wang, Lord Wang, you can't be so ruthless to Qinglang."

Murong Qi's gaze was cold to the bone, making people shudder: "Come on, take her away!" ”

The cold face couldn't bear it, turned his face away, and clenched his teeth.

Everything is to blame, what face do you have to plead with Murong Qi?

At the beginning, Leng Qinglang's two lives were resolutely abandoned. And he easily forgave her, came forward to obstruct her in every possible way, and saved her life from Murong Qi's hands, and now he will brew bitter fruits again.

The fault lies with oneself.

Leng Qinglang struggled weakly, howling miserably, trying to make a last effort.

The guards grabbed her arm like a dying pig, leaving a trail of blood along the way.

Murong Qi's whole person seemed to be hollowed out, and he looked at Leng Qinghe blankly: "I'm sorry, it's me who is a bastard, I'm sorry Qinghuan." ”

After Leng Qinghe understood what was going on, although he was full of grief and indignation, he couldn't bear to continue to criticize him, after all, how Murong Qi treated Qinghuan these days, he was obvious to all.

He clenched his fists tightly and took a deep breath: "I came today to bring Qinghuan home." ”

"No, no!" Murong Qi was categorical: "No one wants to take her away!" ”

"This is Qing Huan's last wish, Murong Qi, I don't blame you, but I can't forgive either. You killed her, do you want her to die without looking at her? ”

"This king doesn't care! Whoever wants to take away Qinghuan must kill this king first! ”

"If you knew this was the case, why bother in the first place! You clearly know that Leng Qinglang and Jinyu will be bad for Qinghuan, but what have you done? From beginning to end, it was Qing Huan who was working hard, defending you and defending the palace, if you were ruthless, you would not give them a chance to take advantage of it, let them harm Qing Huan! ”

Leng Qinghe angrily condemned, mercilessly, and pierced Murong Qi's blood.

Murong Qi clenched his teeth: "It's me bastard, it's me who is wrong, it's all my fault." You can beat me and rebuke me as much as you want, but none of you are allowed to take her! I'm going to be with her! ”

Leng Qinghe looked at him angrily, and as he saw that in Murong Qi's red eyes, the water vapor became heavier and heavier, gradually condensed, trembling and hanging in his eyes, and finally couldn't bear its weight, and then slid down from the corners of his eyes.

can make a man like steel cry, no one dares to say, it's fake.

Probably, Murong Qi really loved Leng Qinghuan miserably, so he is the saddest, the saddest, and the most guilty now.

Murong Qi lowered his head slowly, like a walking corpse, wooden and empty, without a soul, the people in the room only saw that he was trying to endure and trembling shoulders. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake off, and the loneliness and sadness attached to it were like ashes.

There was a deathly silence in the room. No one has the strength to break this silence.

Murong Qi kept holding Leng Qinghuan in a daze, not moving.

Leng Qinghe couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and punched the pillar hard, burying his face and crying bitterly.

The sedan chair in the palace hurriedly landed at the door of the Qiwang Mansion.

The emperor, Concubine Hui and the others hurriedly went in and came out with red eyes. The golden grandson they were eagerly awaiting was gone, and the proud daughter-in-law was gone.

Whose heart is good?

What worries them even more is that Murong Qi has been not eating, drinking, sleeping, hugging Leng Qinghuan, no one is allowed to touch it, nor is it allowed to be buried, and he is completely ignored by others.

The coffin was parked in the courtyard facing the sky, empty.

If this continues, people will definitely collapse. Who can bear to criticize him?

The emperor called Diao Mama and asked about the situation.

Diao Mama did not hide it, and according to the truth, she handed over the only letter of reconciliation left by Qing Huan to the emperor.

Full of bitter tears, full of vicious schemes, silently accusing Leng Qinglang of the crimes he committed.

After reading it, the emperor crumpled the book and left it, and his teeth tightened: "What about Leng Qinglang?" ”

"There are no more concubine children, and the prince said that he would be tied to the princess's spirit and let her atone for her sins for the rest of her life."

The emperor said in a deep voice: "How is this enough? Let her be ruthless, stir up right and wrong, spread my will, cut off her tongue, and break all the tendons and tendons of her hands and feet! ”

None of the people present felt cruel, and they all took it for granted. The guards immediately took the order.

"What about Jinyu? Have you ever searched for it? ”

The guard shook his head honestly: "Not yet, Deputy General Yu has already led people out of the city to continue the search." ”

The emperor glanced back at the main room, the mad son, his heart like a needle prick. This son has always been the most affectionate and righteous, and I don't know if he can get through this hurdle safely.

Tianyi said that he forcibly broke through the spell, injured his internal organs, and refused to take the medicine.

He ordered Lang Zhong in a deep voice: "Find a way to take your prince away and bury Princess Qi as soon as possible." ”

If he is buried, perhaps, he will feel a little better. It's not always the way to go on like this. People are like an oil lamp, and when the oil dries up, the lamp goes out.

In the house, incense and candles were lit, and the shadows of the candles were swaying.

A strange smell gradually spreads.

Murong Qi hugged Leng Qinghuan tightly, his spirit was in a trance all the time, and his perception of the outside world became dull. His body shook, and finally he couldn't take it anymore and slowly collapsed.

Shen Linfeng and Leng Qinghe walked in, forcibly endured the sourness in their hearts, and vigorously broke Murong Qi's almost stiff hand and took Leng Qinghuan away from his arms.

Leng Qinghuan's body is not stiff yet, it is still soft, and her face is lifelike.

This made Leng Qinghe's heart even more twisted, and he felt that his sister was just sleeping peacefully. Maybe, just when she turned around, she was still smiling smartly, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to it, and she shouted "brother" to herself crisply.

He didn't want to let her sleep alone in a cold coffin and sleep in the ground.

Shen Linfeng urged: "Hurry up, my cousin will wake up in a while, and I will definitely not let my cousin-in-law go to the ground." ”

Leng Qinghe nodded, hardened his heart, and left with Leng Qinghuan in his arms. Mama Diao and Wang Ma combed her hair, changed her clothes, and while Murong Qi was still unconscious, they put her in a coffin and quickly took her away from the Qi Palace.

The Prime Minister has already found a monk, so he stayed next to the cemetery of the Leng family, and according to Qing Huan's last words, after surpassing her, he immediately sealed the coffin and buried her.

The letter of separation that Qing Huan left before his death was to disassociate himself from the Murong family, and if he did not join Murong Qi after his death, he could be buried outside the imperial mausoleum. The emperor nodded in agreement, after all, death is greater.

And as a married daughter, she can't enter the ancestral grave of the Leng family. Her graveyard is not far away.

The coffin hurriedly left the Qiwang Mansion, turned the long street, and drove directly out of the city to the Leng family cemetery.

There was also a funeral procession passing by, and according to the customs of Shangjing, officials must be injured when they meet. The road goes to one side of the sky, and it is necessary to fire cannons and play music, and each goes its own way.