As a minister, he should be loyal to the country, loyal to the country and His Majesty, and do his best not to seek glory and wealth, but to seek the peace of the country and the people.

Battles large and small, in prison situations, bloody scenes...... Although Mo Jingluan is a woman, everyone is clear about her contribution to the country.

It is as big as being loyal to the country and leveling the world, and as small as helping the poor and holding grievances. Everything she does, as long as it is mentioned, everyone gives a thumbs up.

She is not alone, she is admired and relied on by everyone.

But at this time, the whole country is silent.

Since ancient times, the funerals of the emperor, the empress, the emperor, and the queen mother can be set as a state funeral, but Qianyu waved his hand, and the funeral of Moqing's family came in all forms according to the state funeral! But the moment he waved his arm to block his face, a touch of crystal sparkle from the corner of his eye slid down his cheek.

On that day, Gongsun Xie held Mo Jingluan's corpse and slowly stepped into Mo Mansion under the eyes of everyone.

Qianyu, Situ Yun, Yan Lingxu...... No one spoke, silently staring at the charred corpse, whose face could not be distinguished.

No, it won't. ”

"No, it's not." Mo Jingxuan swallowed his saliva hard, shook his head and turned his head away from looking at the black and scary corpse, "Definitely not, my sister won't become like this." ”

"No, it won't!" Don't look at it, and it's still saying, 'No, no.'" ’

But the trembling hand betrayed him, Gongsun Xie likes his sister so much, he won't make such a joke to deceive everyone. Suddenly squatting, covering his face with his hands, a fine choking sound came from the gap between his fingers, he just... I can't believe it.

My sister, who was smiling before going out, actually came back in this way, like this!

From the moment they entered the mansion, Xuanyuan Changfeng's eyes were fixed on Mo Jingluan's corpse. The amber eyes were as usual, making it impossible to see his emotions clearly, "Put it down." ”

He saw that the 'Linglong' that she had put on her wrist that day was at the wrist of this corpse at this time.

Yes, it's her......

He closed his eyes and brought the pain in his eyes to the depths, "Don't let her go yet." ”

On the day of the burial, it was raining continuously.

According to the clerk's record: In the spring of the seventh year of Qian, General Mo Jingluan was buried, and the wind and sun were beautiful and rainy......

The unrecognizable corpse was gently wiped by special people, changed into new clothes, and placed in the coffin.

"Closed coffin ——!"

"Buried! ——”

The coffin is buried, the earth is filled, and the monument is erected.

The hundred officials left after worshipping.

Due to the emperor's safety, Situ Yun held back his grief and left the scene early with Qianyu.

Yan Lingxu heard that his boss was injured because of his father, and indirectly for his family. From closing the coffin to burying and filling the grave, I cried so much. In the end, it was Xihe who held his stomach for more than two months and asked someone to take him back.

Mo Jingxuan's unbelievable silence and Mo Li hurriedly came back, looking at Mo Jingluan's tomb and crying uncontrollably. Mo Jingxuan was also very sad.

Gongsun Xie knelt in front of Jing Jing and Mo Li and kowtowed a few times, raising his head with a red bloodshot on his forehead.

"It's all my fault."

"I didn't protect her."

Quiet had already cried and fainted several times, and Mo Li sat on the ground and hugged her. Take the time to take a look at Gongsun Xie and take a deep breath.

"Kid, don't blame you."

"The fixed number of Jingluan is here."

"It's just that I didn't expect... She will leave this way. "The old father in the twilight, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Xuanyuan Chufeng stood quietly to the side, not saying a word, nor moving.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and everyone was gone, but he was still standing.

Let the rain fall on him, wet his hair and tear through his clothes.

As far as the eye can see, it is full of desolation.

Not far away, a figure quickly passed by, silently.