The queen was in mourning, and the appropriate size in the harem was taken care of by the imperial concubine Lan Qinwan, but Lan Qinwan never dreamed that after she got rid of Lan Yunyan, Beitang Jinyu was still cold and indifferent to her.

"Your Majesty, you haven't eaten for two days, and the concubine ordered someone to cook some lotus seed and osmanthus soup for you......"

"Smack!"

Beitang Jinyu waved his hand suddenly, and directly threw the glazed palace bowl in front of him to the ground, and the hot soup splashed on Lan Qinwan's gorgeous skirt, and the glazed fragments shattered to the ground.

"Get out, get out of here!" Beitang Jinyu raised his eyes, like obsidian, in his eyes, a rolling chill swelled, he clenched his hands into fists, his nails were deeply embedded in his palms, strangling out blood marks one after another, and his cold, cool eyes were full of resentment.

Looking at Lan Qinwan's face, Beitang Jinyu's heart was full of resentful hatred, a pair of eyes like poisonous snakes, staring at Lan Qinwan for a moment, the scorching eyes seemed to burn her cheeks out of two bloody holes.

"Your Majesty, my sister can't think about it, so she will kill herself, you must not joke about the dragon body, the concubine knows that you love your sister deeply, but no matter how important your sister is, it is not more important than the government." Lan Qinwan stepped forward, blessed, and her voice was full of sadness.

Beitang Jinyu stretched out her white hand, her slender fingers hooked Lan Qinwan's pointed chin, and narrowed her eyes like eagle doves slightly, her voice was as cold as a cold wind, coldly blowing across Lan Qinwan's body, making her shudder.

"If you're not Yan'er's sister, I'll kill you right now!"

Beitang Jinyu waved his hand violently, shook off Lan Qinwan's chin, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he glanced at Lan Qinwan coldly, and after a while, he slowly stood up and walked out towards the Zhu door of the Heart Cultivation Palace.

"Zhai Rui'an, Bei Yuan, I'm going to Taishi's Mansion." Beitang Jinyu stepped over the threshold and opened his lips to Zhai Rui'an.

"Yes." Zhai Ruian responded, and hurriedly started to prepare.

"The Emperor's ......"

In the Heart Cultivation Palace, Lan Qinwan bit her lip flap tightly and looked at Beitang Jinyu with her eyebrows.

"If you dare to say more, I will send you into the cold palace." Beitang Jinyu looked sideways, and his tense face was full of hatred.

"Your Majesty, the Taishi Mansion is the concubine's mother's house, so it's better to let the concubine accompany you to fulfill the concubine's sorrow for your sister." Lan Qinwan pursed her lips, looked at Beitang Jinyu for a moment, and saw that his face was rarely moved, so she stood up and walked straight towards the door.

……

The sound of horses' hooves resounded outside the Zhu Gate of the Taishi Mansion, the carriage in the palace, the guards of the Taishi Mansion still knew each other, and the guards hurriedly ran back to the mansion and told the matter to Lan Taishi.

Because of Gao Weihu's ugly face, on such an occasion, naturally there will be no chance for her to show up.

The spiritual seat of Lan Yunyan was also set up in the Taishi Mansion, and gusts of cold wind floated by, blowing the moon-white curtains, dancing messily in the air.

Gao Weihu stood in front of her spiritual position, the corners of her lips pulled out a bitter smile, all this is too ridiculous, she looked at her spiritual position, her eyes flashed with a touch of crystal water, closed her eyes, tears like pearls with broken threads, rolled down her cheeks.

She tugged at her skirt, leaned down slowly, picked up a stack of paper money, and placed it in the charcoal basin.

Suddenly, there were bursts of footsteps in her ears, Gao Weihu frowned slightly, and her eyes were like blue lakes, as if someone had thrown a square stone, splashing layers of ripples.

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, Gao Weihuli lifted the white curtain, hid behind it, opened the curtain with his little hand, and watched Beitang Jinyu, who was dressed in plain white clothes, accompanied by Lan Qinwan and Lan Taishi, enter the mourning hall.

Subconsciously, the hands in Gao Weihu's sleeves were clenched into fists, and his long nails were deeply embedded in his palms, and he strangled out blood marks one after another.

Although Beitang Jinyu's face is a little haggard, he is still handsome and square, with ink-dyed sword eyebrows flying obliquely into his sideburns, eyes like eagle doves, and a pair of thin lips under the bridge of his nose.

There was a faint color of water in his eyes, and he looked at the spiritual position on the table, and his heart turned a thousand times.

Gao Weihu frowned slightly, she was not mistaken, in Beitang Jinyu's eyes, there were faint tears, she smiled bitterly, everyone is dead, who is he still so coy.

"Humph!" She snorted coldly, hatred in her eyes.

Beitang Jinyu waved his hand, his thin lips opened slightly, and his voice was extremely hoarse, "You all go down, I want to accompany her quietly on the last journey alone." ”

"Yes."

Everyone responded and exited the mourning hall, Lan Qinwan stood at the door of the room, looked sideways at Beitang Jinyu in the mourning hall, squinted her beautiful eyes slightly, and left the mourning hall after a while.

"Yan'er, I'm too late to come back."

Beitang Jinyu's voice pierced Gao Yuhu's ear, her body trembled suddenly, and her eyes were full of strange ripples.