Song Yun's screaming voice came from the room, and everyone hurriedly rushed into the room and watched Song Yun sit on the ground, curled up in the corner.

Seeing Song Yun's appearance, the old man hurriedly stepped forward to ask for comfort: "What's wrong?" ”

Song Yun trembled his fingers and pointed not far from the edge of the (bed chuáng), where there was a corpse lying there, and the body (body shēn) was blood, and it could only be seen in a trance that it was a man.

But at this time, Song Yun couldn't bear to look at it, for fear that the corpse there was Han Ling. Seeing this, the old man frowned slightly, and gave everyone behind him a look, and everyone immediately understood and carried the body out.

The environment in this small cabin was dark, and there was no light in it at all, so Song Yun pushed open the door and walked out with the support of the old man.

Even if Song Yun was scared in his heart, he still had to confirm that if the corpse here was really Han Ling, Song Yun was afraid that he would not forgive himself for the rest of his life.

In order to go back to Qin Jingnan, Song Yun left Han Ling alone in this deep mountain and old forest for a day and a night, and the smell of blood filled the house made Song Yun a little scared until now.

"Look at this man...... Is it your friend? The old man Qian Song Yun looked like this, although he couldn't bear it, but after thinking about it, he still asked, Song Yun had a crystal tear in the corner of his eye at this time, pursed his lips, and stepped forward tremblingly.

When everyone retreated one after another to leave a gap for Song Yun, Song Yun mustered up the courage to step forward and wanted to take a closer look.

Looking at this clothes, it really looks like Han Ling, but if you look closely, the man in front of you is now dead of qi (body shēn), and there is no sign of being alive at all.

The most terrifying thing is that his face was cut off by life, and only a bloody face was placed in front of Song Yun.

Song Yun had just not seen such a scene in the dark, and when he put it in the light, Song Yun screamed in fright, and the people behind him heard the sound and looked over.

However, everyone present was very calm, except for Song Yun, as if they were accustomed to it, and sure enough, these men were bold.

"Look, this is your friend?" Seeing that Song Yun was silent, the old man walked up to Song Yun and asked repeatedly, who knew that as soon as these words fell, Song Yun's tears flowed down at once.

Although he can't see the face clearly now, Song Yun clearly remembers that the clothes on Han Ling (body shēn) are exactly the same as those on the man (body shēn) now, Song Yun dares to be sure that the person in front of him is Han Ling.

Seeing that Song Yun kept sobbing and tears couldn't stop falling, the old man seemed to understand something, and hurriedly stepped forward to gently support Song Yun.

"People can't be resurrected after death, and they mourn and change, maybe this is how people have their own lives!" The old man couldn't help but sigh as he spoke, and Song Yun looked at the old man with tears in his eyes.

I just went down the mountain, how could such a thing suddenly happen (情qíng), someone proposed to bury the body on the spot, but Song Yun refused.

"He's not from Wei, let him go home." As he spoke, he looked at the corpse in front of him, and the people behind him looked at Song Yun one after another.

A young and strong young man with a scar on his face behind him stepped forward to ask for it

said anything, but was blocked by the old man in front of him.

"That's fine!" After speaking, he gave a look to the people behind him, and everyone understood, and without saying much, they got up one after another, built a fire indiscriminately, and threw the corpse in front of them.

Seeing Han Ling being cremated like this, Song Yun sobbed softly, hoping that Han Ling would disappear from his eyes quickly, but now that he is really dead, Song Yun feels so heartbroken.

After a few tosses, everyone helped Song Yun pick up Han Ling's ashes, found a wine jar in the room, and put the ashes in.

After all this was over, Song Yun breathed a long sigh of relief, like relief, and also like a sense of relief, and then he was going to return to Chen Guo with Han Ling's ashes.

It's just that Song Yun hasn't thought about it yet, how to explain it to King Chen when all this happened so suddenly, at this time the sky was getting dark, and everyone urged, taking Song Yun and the jar of ashes down the mountain together.

On horseback, Song Yun insisted on holding the ashes by himself, if he hadn't thought about going back to Qin Jingnan, presumably Han Ling would not have died, in the final analysis, it was Song Yun's fault.

At the foot of the mountain, Song Yun lay down in the inn upstairs under the arrangement of the old man, on the (bed chuáng) couch, Song Yun turned over and over and couldn't sleep, turned sideways (body shēn), stared at the ashes that he put on the table Song Yun was stunned for a long time, and sighed softly.

At this time, in the Xianyang Palace of the Wei State.

After Han Yue saw Song Wan, he hurriedly returned to the palace, originally Qin Jingnan was still reviewing the folds, so he saw Han Yue hurrying over, Qin Jingnan frowned.

"Now that they are all about to get married, why are they still so frizzy?" Qin Jingnan opened his mouth to ask, if he wanted to talk about the marriage contract between Hanyue and Zhaoyang, Qin Jingnan had also thought about it, but now that Song Wan is no longer there, according to Zhaoyang's (sex xìng) son, he will definitely not be able to marry with peace of mind.

Thinking of this, Qin Jingnan decided to postpone the marriage date of the two of them, and asked Gonggong Chu to go to Tingwei's Mansion to take a look and bring Zhaoyang back, but according to Gonggong Chu's reply, he said that he did not see Zhaoyang's shadow in Tingwei's Mansion.

Maybe this Zhaoyang went to find Song Wan, Qin Jingnan didn't pursue it, as soon as Han Yue heard Qin Jingnan mention his marriage contract, he couldn't help but hang his head secretly, I don't know if Zhaoyang knew that Qin Jingnan was going to marry another woman as a concubine, would he be upset for his master.

If this is the case, I am afraid that the marriage contract between the two will be postponed endlessly, thinking about it, Han Yue couldn't help but sigh deeply, at this time, there was no sound in the entire study, and the scene was a little embarrassing.

"Your Majesty, I went to the street today and saw Song Wan." Han Yue suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly said, as soon as Qin Jingnan heard this, the red vermilion pen that was originally reviewing the fold fell directly on the fold.

Qin Jingnan raised his head in disbelief, and hurriedly stood up (body shēn): "Where is she?" Take me to her! After saying that, he got up (body shēn) to leave, but the cold moon behind (body shēn) looked embarrassed.

Seeing that Han Yue didn't speak for a long time, Qin Jingnan frowned, stared at Han Yue for a long time, and hesitated for a long time before Han Yue responded: "She...... It's gone, as if it's already known......"

The cold moon did not follow

Continued, his eyes dodged, although he didn't say it, but Qin Jingnan also knew in his heart that Song Wan knew that he was going to marry someone else, so he was angry with himself.

Originally, Qin Jingnan's face showed joy, but his expression dimmed again in an instant, and he only sat down (身shēn), stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and did not speak again.

(End of chapter)