Seeing this, Shui Li understood a little, and his body lying on the ground instantly relaxed. Grandma's, acting in this scene, it's too tiring!

"Mr. Zhao, don't be stunned, save Miss Yun!" Xiao Shizi was anxious and shouted at Zhao Shengzhi.

"It's late, she...... It's gone, there's no pulse. Zhao Shengzhi hung his head in frustration.

He came back late, he got Xin Luo's flying pigeon message in Shenyao Gate yesterday, and returned to Mocheng day and night, but he didn't expect it to be a step too late, and Xiaoyun had already lost his fragrance.

If he was in Beifu at that time, he would definitely not let Xiaoyun be wronged, and he would definitely not let this kind of thing happen, but now it is too late to say anything.

Zhao Shengzhi suddenly came back to his senses, got up and ran to Shui Li, grabbed her wrist, and asked sternly, "You dare to make trouble here, what is the purpose, say!" Did you kill Xiaoyun? ”

"No, no, let me go." Shui Li's heart was shocked, and he hurriedly rolled on the spot, got rid of his clamps in four or two, and flew out of the window.

Li Jian and two sergeants intercepted her retreat in the courtyard, Shui Li saw that the situation was not good, put up a snake trick to prevent it, and waited for an opportunity to escape......

Xiaoshizi ran to the study with tears in his eyes and reported the bad news, "Woo...... Lord Wang, Miss Yun she, she went. ”

"What did you say!" Xuanyuan Wei was shocked when he heard this.

Yun Fengjin flew back to the dormitory, and when she saw her sister who had lost her breath, she was grief-stricken, and returned to the General's Mansion with her sister's body with a body full of anger.

Beifu was left with only a wordless sadness and Xuanyuan Wei's stunned gaze.

Three days later, Yun Xiao went out of the funeral and was buried. On the eastern slope, the money is drifting, the white is swaying, and a new mound sits alone in the forest. The strong wind swept through the mountains and forests, the trees swayed in the wind, and the leaves rattled, like a whimpering song.

Yun Fengjin and his wife and children mourned in front of the grave, surrounded by sergeants. Yun Fengjin added the last piece of dark paper to the fire, deeply condensed the name on the tombstone for a while, and turned around with his wife and children to return to the barracks.

Da-da-da

Yun Fengjin's men and horses withdrew from the mountain, and more than a dozen horses immediately arrived at the bottom of the mountain, and the guards dismounted and quickly went up the mountain to guard the surrounding mountains and forests.

A lonely mound, several plates of sacrifices are placed in front of the stele, and the inscription engraved on the stele: the tomb of Sister Yunxiao, the person who erected the stele: brother, Jinfeng.

Xuanyuan Wei walked up the hill coldly and stood in front of the lonely mound. Today, he came prepared, Yun Fengjin can be buried and erected a monument, and he can also move the grave to change the monument.

Alas! The dignified King actually relied on stealing to get back the bones of his princess, he is the saddest prince in the world.

"Raise the lions for the princess." A cold breath burst out of his stubborn cold eyes.

"Yes." Mu Yong, Meng Jing and the other four guards took out their tools and walked over and waved their arms to dig.

"Wait." Zhao Shengzhi came out to stop everyone and knelt down on his knees, "Lord Wang, it's okay to change the monument, but the coffin can't be moved." ”

"Sir, what do you do when you kneel, and do not disturb this king." Xuanyuan Wei glared angrily, "Continue to enlighten the spirit." ”

The day of the burial had already made Yun Fengjin resentful enough, and in the past few days when the princess's body left the mansion, his soul also flew out of the mansion, if it wasn't for the fact that he could quietly take the princess back to his side, how could he endure it again and again.

"Lord Wang, Rong Chen is here." Zhao Shengzhi clenched his fists and advised, "Miss Yun has not passed three or seven years of death, the bones are not cold, it is unlucky to move the mullion, Lord Wang, the deceased is great, please respect Miss Yun and let her rest in peace." ”

"Big bad luck?" Xuanyuan Wei frowned and asked back.

"Lord Wang, please let Miss Yun rest in peace." Xin Luo and all the guards also knelt on the ground to persuade him.

Xuanyuan Wei was very sad, and whispered to Gu Tsuka, "Xiao'er, you can sleep peacefully, this king won't bother you, and this king will take you back to the house in a hundred days, come and change the tombstone." ”

"Yes."

The guards got up and went to the stele in front of the mound, carried a new tombstone and stood in front of the mound, the inscription said: The tomb of Princess Yunxiao of Sheng, the stele erected by: Fu, Xuanyuan Wei.

Offerings were placed, the paper was lit, and Xuanyuan Wei offered incense to pay tribute to the dead.

The paper has burned out, the paper ashes are scattered in the wind, and the cigarettes in the incense burner are blown away by the wind, bringing a deep nostalgia to the people in front of the mound.

The sun was setting obliquely from overhead to the west, and as it was dark, the moon slowly rose and hung overhead. The guards stood silently on both sides, their stomachs rumbling with hunger, but no one dared to come forward to persuade the prince to return to the house.

Under the moonlight, Xuanyuan Wei stared at the tombstone in grief, a haggard frost and bitter face like a 10,000-year-old glacier.

There was once a smart and beautiful woman who came into his life and swept away all his love, but such a beautiful woman was only a flash in the pan, and she was separated from him forever. She hurried away with hatred for him like that, branded with an eternal pain in his heart. If life could be started all over again, he would definitely not hurt her and would definitely forgive her for her mistakes.

Slowly stood up, stretched out his hand and touched the three words Yun Xiaoxiao on the stone tablet, his heart was sour, and his throat choked, "Xiao'er, this king avenges his mother's concubine and will come to Mocheng to accompany you." ”

The night was dark, and the moonlight shrouded the lonely mound on the hillside, and the surroundings were gloomy and silent. Suddenly, in the dark night forest, several figures flew out and landed in front of the tomb.

Xiao Yi and He Jiujiao didn't stand firmly, so they looked at Xuanyuan Rui who came later, and reminded softly, "Third Master, be careful!" ”

Xuanyuan Rui stood firm and commanded in a low voice, "Hurry up, it's already a missed hour." ”

"Yes."

Click! Click! Click!

Several people remained silent, digging graves.

Whoa- Whoa-

There were a few strange beast cries in the distance, and in the dark forest, the wind was blowing, the shadows of the trees were trembling, and it was terrifying.

Two torches lit up the coffin in the crypt, and with a 'squeak', the lid opened.

Yun Xiao is full of gold ornaments, bright clothes, lying in the coffin quietly, the gold, silver and jade buried beside her, countless treasures, and the bright light reflects the crypt.