Shang Yunqian's body was like this, and it was cold little by little in Tan Yushen's arms.

Tan Yushen held the cold hand tightly and cried heartbreakingly, she felt that this heart seemed to be frozen to the bone, but it was still so painful.

Life is not seen, and it is like a participant.

Falling leaves and floating flowers are difficult to recover, and life and death are endless.

I don't know how long I stayed on the ground holding Shang Yunqian's body like this, Tan Yushen slowly pulled off the peach hairpin on his head. There are two butterflies carved on the head of the hairpin, which is not very realistic, but it is very beautiful, it was carved by Shang Yun for ten days. There are still some dark marks mottled on the hairpin's body, which are Shang Yunqian's blood, soaked too deep and unable to be rubbed off.

"Bastard, you promised me so many things, and you didn't do it."

"When I was a child, you said you wanted to come to me often, but you broke your promise; Later, you said that you would always be with me, and you broke your promise. You said that you have broken your word so many times, why should I listen to you? This time, it's my turn to break my promise......"

Tan Yushen, the daughter of Tan Youxiang, died on her eighteenth birthday, and I heard that she died violently.

And only some maids and servants in Tan Mansion knew that when Tan Yushen's body was found, a wooden hairpin was inserted in her chest, and the blood soaked a large piece in the placket of her clothes, like a huge peony blooming.

I don't know how much force it takes to insert such a bald hairpin into a person's chest.

......

"Master, the eldest lady of the Tan family is gone." Kungo came to report.

"I know."

"I heard that he died violently."

Bai Hao shook his head, "Definitely." ”

Kun Wu wondered, "Does the master know how she died?" ”

Bai Hao sighed and said leisurely: "This sandalwood is deep, most of them are martyred. ”

"Martyrdom?" Kungo still didn't quite understand.

Bai Hao handed him a small stack of papers, "If you write it waste, take it to the stove room and light it for them." ”

"Yes."

The thin stack of paper was not pinched tightly, and a piece fell out in the middle, and Kungo was about to pick it up, but suddenly a gust of wind blew the paper into the puddle next to it.

The stagnant water soaked the rice paper all of a sudden, and the ink on it was also blurred, and the words "Tan Yu Shen" and "Shang Yun Qian" could be vaguely seen written on it.

The talented man died, and his face was thin. It's always embarrassing.

There was a new grave on a small hill outside the city, and the grave was a little large, as if two people had been buried together.

......

Great Thorn City, the Imperial Palace.

Murong Jin is copying the family motto neatly one by one, and the family motto of the Murong family is very long, with one or two thousand words, and I don't know how many times I have copied it today.

Nan Xiao had nothing to do, and he also took a copy of the family motto that had been copied and planned to copy it.

Murong Jin said: "You go and read the book, don't worry, I can finish copying it." Your Majesty recognizes my handwriting, and don't waste your time and energy. ”

"Will these Your Majesty read it?"

Murong Jin was asked for a while, too, will these Yan Emperors watch it? After a while, Murong Jin shook his head and said, "I probably won't see it." ”

Nan Xiao said: "Then Your Highness will let me write, although my handwriting is not as good as yours, but I will try to write neatly, and I should also practice calligraphy." ”

Murong Jin smiled and didn't stop him anymore.

Before he could copy it once, Nan Xiao was so tired that he put down his pen and shook his somewhat sore wrist, "How many times will Your Highness copy it?" ”

"Ten times a day."

"That's so much," Nan Xiao's eyes widened, "Then how long does it take to write this-"

Murong Jin continued: "It should be copied for a day." ”

"This ......"

As he was talking, someone outside said, "Your Highness, His Royal Highness King Rui has come down." ”

Murong Jin's hand holding the pen paused, and a drop of ink fell, staining the word he had just written.

After being ordered to be grounded, without Emperor Yan's edict, no one outside the Floating Moon Palace was allowed to come in, so what did Murong Shu do today?

Murong Shu came over with a fan, and when he came in, he said, "Little Ah Si, I heard that you have been grounded. ”

It's really a pot that can't be opened.

Murong Jin rubbed off the piece of paper that had just been blurred by the ink drops just now, "Why is Uncle Wang here today?" ”

"Copy the family motto...... Murong Shu picked up the paper ball and unfolded it, "I have copied it before, when I didn't hand in my homework for three consecutive days, and the imperial brother punished me for copying it twenty times." Little Ah Si, how many times have you copied it? ”

"Ten times."

"That's okay, it's not a lot, I copied it for three whole days, and I found a scholar to help me ......"

Before he finished speaking, he heard Murong Jin say coldly: "Ten times a day." ”

Murong Shu was half sad and half happy, "Then this is too ruthless, what mistake did you make," and then saw Nan Xiao hanging on his arm, "Yo, what's wrong with your hand, it's broken?" Got into a fight? ”

"Your Royal Highness King Rui, I'm just ...... It's just ......" Nan Xiao scratched his head and stuttered for a while.

"Nan Xiao went to the school to ride a horse, but he was tricked and fell off his horse," Murong Jin replied for him, "He is not to blame for this." ”

When Murong Shu heard that this was the case, he was a little annoyed, although Nan Xiao was only picked up by the roadside, he was still his righteous son in name, "Who is that person?" How dare even the king's righteous son dare to calculate! ”

"Nangong Qi. I shot him in the left arm in the shooting pavilion, which was a bit of a return for Nan Xiao. ”

"You actually ......" Murong Shu looked at him in disbelief, first, he was surprised that the person was actually the son of the Marquis of Zhenguo, but he was surprised that Murong Jin would actually hurt someone.

"Then I got into a fight with the emperor's eldest brother over this matter."

"So you're grounded?"

Murong Jin dipped the ink and continued to write, "Some yes and not all." Is Uncle Wang here today just to see my jokes? ”

"How could it be," Murong Shu snorted, "This king came today to take you out of the palace." ”

"My ban hasn't been lifted yet, Uncle Wang should find someone else."

Murong Shu asked tentatively, "That...... When will it be eliminated, and the imperial brother will ban you for a few days? ”

Murong Jin said lightly: "At present, there is no deadline. ”

"That's going to be suffocating, I told the imperial brother, I can let you live in my mansion."

"What do you mean," Murong Jin stopped, "what do you mean to live in Uncle Wang's mansion?" Why go to Uncle Wang's Mansion? ”

"Well...... this"

"How long?"

"I don't know."

Murong Jin put down his pen and looked at him, and said with some seriousness, "Why doesn't Uncle Wang know, isn't it Uncle Wang's will to ask for it?" Does Uncle Wang want my little nephew to live in the palace, or does His Majesty want me to live in your mansion? ”

Murong Shu was asked for a while, and he couldn't answer anything, so he said: "You don't care about it so much, just clean it up casually first, my mansion is very big, no worse than in this Floating Moon Palace." You've been there too, you should know ......"

"Uncle Rui Wang," Murong Jin interrupted him, "I'll ask you a question, don't lie to me." ”

"What?"

Murong Jin looked at him seriously, "Is it Your Majesty that he wants to kick me out?" ”