It's just that no matter how many explanations there are, it's so vast and powerless, Wang Chenggao only knows that his woman is dead.

For some reason, he wanted to cry and be strong, but his fragile heart didn't dare to face Xiaorui's corpse, and his heart was aching faintly.

The pain is the more he hates Zhang Zhizheng, he decisively took out his identity token, handed it to Wang Zhaolin and said: "Take the king's token to Dali Temple, and by the way, tell them that Zhang Zhizheng intends to assassinate the king." ”

After Wang Cheng finished speaking, Zhang Zhizheng's back was cold when he heard it, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, subconsciously clenching his fists.

Zhang Jiayi hooked her lips sarcastically, just sat on the ground fixedly, hugged Xiaorui with both hands and was disheartened, and did not plead for Zhang Zhizheng.

She got up with tears in her eyes, still holding Xiaorui's corpse and not letting go, staring at Xiaorui and staggering, "Xiaorui, can I take you home, will we be okay together?" ”

Frosty and unpretentious, he went on a rampage like a fool and stepped on Xiaorui step by step.

Passing by Zhang Zhizheng, he didn't even look at it, and then passed by in front of Wang Chenggao, still looking at Xiaorui obsessively.

It's just that her empty eyes seem to have come to life at this moment, and her majestic appearance is a little more solemn, and she pulls off the hairpin on Xiaorui's head.

Yin suddenly stopped, and stabbed at Wang Chenggao's back frantically, "Wang Chenggao, I want you to bury Xiaorui and her, and you should also die." ”

With the unexpected incident just now, Wang Chenggao was full of precautions.

The first time he found out, he dodged it, making Zhang Jiaxin pounce.

Zhang Jiayi went crazy, continued to hold the hairpin and gave it over, and stabbed through Wang Chenggao's hand, leaving a long gap.

"Miss Jiayi, are you crazy?" Without treating the wound, he roared loudly.

was controlled, Zhang Jiayi stroked the long hair on her forehead without caring at all.

The miserable face was paralyzed, white and terrible, and Wang Cheng sparked, "Yes, I'm crazy, it's all you and you, if it weren't for you Xiaorui, how would she die, why did you come over, why." ”

After a series of accusations, Zhang Jiayi didn't even let go of Zhang Zhidong: "And you, you old horseman, don't you know how to choose a subordinate?" There are so many people in our house, and we have stayed for so long, don't you know the details?

It's really sad and lamentable, blind. ”

Zhang Zhizheng sighed, stupid for a moment, but still couldn't find the words to refute.

Wang Chenggao looked at Zhang Jiayi and scolded angrily so calmly, and suddenly grabbed Zhang Jiayi's hand, and stabbed it into his chest very calmly.

"Okay, since Miss Zhang wants me to compensate for Xiaorui's life, then I will listen to Miss Zhang, one life is worth one life, come on, and stab the king's heart."

Zhang Zhizheng's heart trembled, and he almost foamed at the mouth.

"Jiayi, stop." After the anger, Zhang Zhi's face changed.

He hasn't lived long enough, but he doesn't want to bury Zhang Jiayi, maybe this is another prison disaster!

Zhang Jiayi didn't have the impulse, let go of her hand and didn't even look at it, but still walked out of the living room with Xiaorui's body in her arms.

Back in the room, there were only two Wang Xuefeng master and servant left.

She was stunned and cried, holding Xiaorui's arm with her anger and feeling a little guilty.

If she hadn't had that subordinate, she wouldn't have been like this if she hadn't assassinated.

Zhang Jiayi fell into contemplation again, she wanted revenge, she couldn't let Xiaorui die in vain.

His fingers were in the flesh, and he looked at Xiaorui in a daze, lost and depressed.

"Xiaorui, you can go with peace of mind, it's your funeral now, and you don't have any relatives, let me see you off on this last journey."

Crying quietly, weeping and personally helping Xiaorui close her eyes, the housekeeper prepared everything that should be prepared after the death, and handed Zhang Jiayi the shroud worn by the dead man in his hand.

She only glanced at it and reached out to take it, "Thank you, and I'll leave all the things about the coffin graveyard to you." ”

The housekeeper hurriedly said: "These are all things that a slave should do, Miss mourn." ”

Before leaving, the housekeeper glanced at it and suppressed the irritability in his heart, it seems that this matter will not be settled, and I am afraid that there will be trouble in the house again.

She gently unfolded the shroud, and helped Xiaorui up with tears in her eyes: "Come, Xiaorui, let's get dressed." ”

The person in front of him was silent, and his body became even more stiff.

Later, Zhang Jiayi called a basin of hot water, scrubbed the blood off her body, wiped the rouge gouache, and decently helped Xiaorui dress up.

Just put Xiaorui on the bed she slept on before, or knew that she wanted to separate, and her heart was like a knife.

Holding back the separation, she opened the door, the coffin had been placed at the door of the courtyard, and she personally held Xiaorui and put it in.

"Nail the coffin." The housekeeper's order is given quickly.