Li Suluo was still thinking to himself, but suddenly saw two people walking towards this side not far away, one looked calm and the other glared angrily.

Emperor Jing, who was dressed in coarse cloth brown clothes and walked slowly, and Qin Feng, who was dressed as a rich boy with a belt and a sword.

Everyone looked at it in unison.

King Yan and Emperor Jing looked at each other, their eyes obscure.

Neither of them spoke.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder that was burning little by little, and the guards immediately surrounded Emperor Jing and Qin Feng.

Qin Feng immediately drew his sword and looked angrily at these guards surrounding them.

Emperor Jing laughed lightly, as if he didn't care about the situation he was in.

"Is this the hospitality of your Yan Kingdom?"

"Your Majesty?"

Qin Feng was a little nervous, and asked in a low voice that only Emperor Jing could hear.

King Yan closed his eyes slightly, and waved his hand to signal all the guards to retreat.

"Today is the day of the burial of the Empress Yan Guoguo, I don't know why Emperor Jing came?"

As soon as King Yan spoke, many of the guards and funeral team at the scene realized that this man in coarse brown clothes was actually Emperor Jing.

"It's actually Emperor Jing."

"No wonder there is a sense of intimidation."

Some guards retreated step by step, and they didn't forget to whisper to each other.

King Yan looked around and looked at everyone coldly, so that no one dared to continue to speak.

Li Suo Luo tilted his head, poked his head out of Gu Yuan's left arm, and looked at the big drama in front of him seriously.

"I thought King Yan knew it very well."

Emperor Jing laughed at himself and walked straight to the coffin of the funeral team.

Qin Feng followed by his side and looked around vigilantly.

King Yan didn't say anything, and the guards naturally didn't dare to stop him.

Gu Yuan glanced at King Yan and wanted to step forward to stop the disrespectful behavior towards Mrs. Jiang, but was stopped by King Yan.

Emperor Jing stood beside the coffin and watched for a long time before speaking.

"Remember the agreement we made?"

King Yan closed his eyes slightly and groaned.

"What do you want?"

"I want to see Yingying—"

Emperor Jing spoke slowly, with a tone that could not be ignored.

"Ten years ago, how did you promise me?"

Everyone could feel Emperor Jing's inner entanglement at the moment, but he suppressed it very well, and his emotions were controlled just right, so that a deterrent aura was invisibly generated.

Li Suo Luo knew that this was the temperament cultivated by the supreme power.

King Yan watched quietly, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew what the agreement was between him and Emperor Jing.

The only thing that is certain is the subtle smell in the air.

After a long time, King Yan slowly spoke.

"I never forget."

"Open the coffin—"

At the sound of an order, everyone looked at King Yan in shock, opening the coffin at this time, but it was a great disrespect to the deceased!

Several strong men standing at the four corners of the coffin, responsible for carrying the coffin into the burial, were also at a loss.

But seeing that King Yan didn't have the slightest intention of remorse, he had to look at each other and push the lid of the coffin that had already been closed.

The lid of the coffin was slowly pushed open, and the harsh sound reached the ears of everyone present, but no one dared to make the slightest sound.

Li Suo Luo stretched out his chubby little hand and pointed to the coffin, Gu Yuan understood, hugged her and walked over gently.

Under the heavy and thick black coffin lid, a beauty with a world-class face is presented in front of the world.

She lay calmly, her hands resting firmly on her chest, wearing a white dress and a light and beautiful makeup, as if this beautiful person was just asleep.

Everyone watched in silence and took a deep breath.

For many people, it is not the first time they have seen Mrs. Jiang, and her beauty is obvious to all, but in this special situation, seeing it again is still embarrassing.

When I saw Mrs. Jiang, I realized why women want beautiful faces in this world.

Only Emperor Jing smiled slightly, smiled warmly and quietly, and waved his right hand at the beauty in the coffin, which was the last goodbye.

Li Suo Luo looked at Emperor Jing quietly, whether it was the memory of her previous life or this life, she had never seen this kind of look, everything in heaven and earth was no longer perfect in these eyes.

Because his eyes are full of a completely wonderful person.

But he is an emperor, and this kind of feeling is simply deadly poison for an emperor.

Li Suoluo couldn't imagine what kind of obsession it was to become what it is today.

A moment later, at the signal of King Yan, several strong men in charge of the coffin slowly sealed the lid of the coffin, and the beauty with the face of the world disappeared little by little.

Until he was resealed in the dark coffin, he did not see the light of day.

"Sending off!"

King Yan's voice sounded, and there was no room for discussion.

Emperor Jing didn't have any inclination to be annoyed, he just moved his gaze from the coffin to the little princess who was being held by Gu Yuan beside him, looked at it for a while, and then raised his head and walked into the distance.

From this moment on, his wish was gone, and there was no more concern.

Emperor Jing exhaled deeply.

Qin Feng was still half-drawn with his sword, vigilantly following behind Emperor Jing, it was his duty to protect Emperor Jing.

When Emperor Jing walked away, there was a burst of applause and laughter from a distant tree.

"Everyone in the world says that love debts are difficult to repay, and this emperor's love debt is really wonderful!"

When they heard the noise, they went to look at it, but they saw that the man in the tree had fled quickly.

The guards tried to catch up, but were stopped by King Yan.

Although he didn't see the uninvited guest, now, he didn't want anyone to disturb Jiang Er's rest.

Li Suo Luo stared straight at the back of the departing person, could this person who suddenly appeared be the one who assassinated her.

Thinking of this, Li Suoluo felt a chill down his spine.

I'm just a baby now, and so many people are going to die by themselves!

My father is the only person I can rely on.

The undertaker walked to King Yan's side in small steps.

"Your Majesty, the auspicious time has come, and it's time to be buried."

King Yan nodded, and several strong men lifted the coffin and walked towards the royal tomb.

The people who followed also brought in all kinds of funeral utensils, and the undertaker arranged all the matters in an orderly manner.

Jiang Yingying has been sleeping in this underground forever, letting the years go by, and the glory will never stop.

Li Suo Luo looked carefully, whether he was carried into the imperial tomb like this in his previous life.

It turns out that the people who watch this process will not be greatly touched, at least, in the previous life, no one would cry for her.

In this way, my mother is still happy.

She looked in the direction of the little boy who had died because he had saved her, the lilac nurse had returned, she handed over her little son to a palace maid to carry, and she picked up the body of the eldest son and walked away.

Li Suo Luo guessed that the little boy was the son of the lilac nurse.

Her back was lonely and desolate.

Li Suoluo was used to seeing life and death, but at this moment, seeing the back of this old woman, her heart began to cramp.

Life is so fragile, and the life of an ordinary teenager is even more insignificant.

Maybe after today, no one will remember that there was such a little boy at all.