October 13.

It is advisable to be buried, moved, grounded, and buried.

For two days and two nights, the suona and crying of the entire Yanwang Palace have never stopped.

When the first rays of sunlight fell on the early winter morning, the last group of weeping palace maids were already waiting at the door.

Wearing a black shroud, two rows of palace maids stood together, waiting for the palace maids who had cried last night to step back and replace them.

They will be the last to weep for Madame Jiang and accompany the coffin to the royal tomb.

Outside this Yan Palace, there are many people who came to see off Mrs. Jiang on their own, most of them are the people of Lindu, the capital of Yan Kingdom, and some poor Xiucai who are moaning without illness, in addition to the people from other countries who come to see them off.

The people sighed.

"Mrs. Jiang is kind and kind, has a gentle temperament, outstanding talent, and is still a rare beauty."

"How fortunate our Yan Kingdom is."

"God is jealous."

And those sons and daughters from other countries who came here were all discussing Mrs. Jiang's affair ten years ago.

"A generation of celebrities did not die in the fire ten years ago, but died in dystocia."

"It's sad and lamentable."

The procession carrying the coffin continued to move forward, out of the Yan Palace, towards the royal tomb.

Black shrouds, white paper, and an oppressive atmosphere shrouded this road to the royal tomb.

Li Suo Luoan lay quietly in the arms of the nurse Lilac, held by Lilac, and followed the funeral procession.

The sound of suona in the sky, the excessive sound of the undertaker, and the crying of the palace maids closely behind, all the voices poured into Li Suoluo's ears in unison.

Even the clove that held her in her arms was sobbing lowly.

But Li Suo Luo didn't feel the slightest sadness, but what came one after another was fear, helplessness, fear, and darkness.

It was a shadow of her past life, suffocating and conscious.

Li Suo Luo lay quietly in the arms of the nurse Lilac, not crying or making trouble.

She tried her best to suppress her emotions, telling herself countless times that it was her mother who was lying inside, the beautiful woman who gave her life but left on her own.

At this moment, King Yan, who was originally riding a horse in front of the funeral team, suddenly turned his horse's head and came in the direction of Li Suoluo.

A man dressed as a young general followed him, and several guards followed behind the young general.

Li Suluo didn't know what her father was going to do, but it still attracted her attention and made her stop thinking cranky.

Under the bewildered gaze of everyone, King Yan spoke.

"Lilac, you take the little princess around, scatter your heart, don't follow the funeral team."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the young general.

"Gu Yuan, you follow the little princess and bring a few people to protect the little princess."

Gu Yuan is a general trained by him personally, and he is also a person he can trust, Gu Yuan is strong in martial arts, and ordinary people can't get close to him at all.

Put him next to the little princess, and King Yan can rest assured.

"Whoa."

Gu Yuan bowed, and then automatically walked to the little princess's side, and the guards behind him also followed him.

Lilac was slightly puzzled, but she didn't say anything.

"Yes."

Only Li Suluo knew that his father loved her more than others imagined.

He didn't want her to suffer such oppressive pain.

How long has it been since she had felt such a simple and pure love, and in Li Suoluo's memory, it was a legend that could not be more distant.

She saw the suppressed sadness on her father's face, and then rode back to the front of the funeral procession.

Ding Xiang hugged Li Suoluo, Gu Yuan and the others followed, and the group went in the opposite direction to the funeral team.

Li Suo Luo tilted his head slightly, and looked through the gap between Lilac's arms, watching the funeral team go away a little bit.

There was her father, and there was her mother.

Just when the funeral team was getting smaller and about to disappear into a small dot, Li Suluo suddenly saw a man standing on the high platform.

Although the man was dressed in the coarse brown clothes of ordinary people, the whole person exuded an invisible deterrent aura.

Judging from Li Suoluo's many years of experience, this is a temperament that can only be cultivated by immersion in power for a long time.

The man was looking at the distant funeral team at the moment, more precisely, at the coffin containing Mrs. Jiang in the funeral team.

Li Suo Luo instantly gasped, this person definitely came with a purpose.

She stretched out her fleshy little hand and poked Lilac's stomach fiercely, motioning for her to look behind her.

Lilac thought that the little princess was unhappy that she had left her father, and tried her best to please her.

"Little princess, don't lose your temper, be well-behaved!"

But Gu Yuan, who was walking behind, because of his perennial battlefield experience, compared with the woman Lilac, he had a natural sensitivity to danger.

He saw that the little princess was indeed a little abnormal, so he followed the little princess's line of sight.

It was a pavilion in the middle of the city, and it was usually a great place to see it, but it was quiet and there was nothing.

Gu Yuan also glanced at the little princess suspiciously.

When Li Suo Luo looked again, the man in the coarse brown cloth had long since disappeared.

There was a faint uneasiness in her heart.

But she couldn't communicate with Lilac and the young general Gu Yuan at all.

But on second thought, a person who is so vigilant and careful as his father should think no less than her.

Let's hope nothing happens.

Lilac plans to take this opportunity to take the little princess to the folk to see the most prosperous street in Lindu, the capital of Yan Kingdom.

Mrs. Jiang's funeral did not affect the daily life of the people in this bustling street, everyone still opened shops, and those who sold things also sold things as usual.

Lilacs originally came from the market, and now they come to this bustling street, like a fish returning to the sea, so happy.

She took the little princess to see this for a while, and then at that again, and explained to the little princess as she watched, and asked the little princess if she liked it.

Gu Yuan has been leading people to follow silently, without speaking or disturbing, a general who has been on the battlefield, even life and death can be put aside, and he is indeed not interested in these market gadgets.

In Li Suoluo's memory, she is completely unfamiliar with Lindu, her sporadic memories are spent in the palace, and the memories when she grows up are full of deceit, scheming and calculation.

Now that he was suddenly in the midst of this bustling market, Li Suluo felt a unique pleasure.

This sense of pleasure makes her feel extremely comfortable, and there is no more deceit, only the most ordinary happiness.

She smiled happily for the life of this prosperous people and the fireworks in the world.

"Little princess, do you like this rag doll?"

Lilac holds a fist-sized rag doll in her hand and fiddles in front of the little princess.

The rag doll was a fat yellow duck stuffed with cotton, which looked full and plump.

Li Suo Luo didn't know why, so the ghost made the god smile, stretched out his fleshy little hand, and pinched the fat yellow duck in his hand.

Squishy, like grasping the softest happiness.

Seeing this, Gu Yuan, who was following behind, immediately stepped forward and paid the money to the shopkeeper, who nodded happily.

At this moment, the voice of the calligrapher came from the teahouse opposite.