Liang Ju shook his head slightly in disbelief, and repeated in his mouth: "She won't ......"

Shen Jing was a little unbearable, but in the end he restrained himself and did not make a sound.

Situ Wenrui frowned, also incredulous, "It's gone, if you want to be martyred, you have to be buried with the third brother!" ”

The listener of the "......" was speechless.

However, two days later, the carriage arrived at the palace of King Qi in the capital. Si Wuming and Shen Jing lived in the palace of King Qi, because the concubine was old, the daughter of King Qi was still young, and no one in the house presided over the funeral matters, the emperor thought about it, and ordered Princess Rui Shen Ci to go, and sent a chief mother in the palace to assist.

"Mr. Si, Miss Ye, please forgive me for the inconsiderate hospitality." Led the two to the guest room, Shen Ci said politely.

"Trouble Princess Rui!" It was Si Nameless who replied.

Shen Ciqiang pulled a laugh, put it away in an instant, hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but speak: "Mr. Si, Miss Ye, is my sister really ...... dead?" Shen Ci couldn't ask anymore, and looked at Si Wuming with tears in his eyes.

Si Wuming was stunned for a moment, he was originally a cold-hearted person, but looking at Shen Ci like this, he was a little unbearable.

Shen Jing, who had never spoken, couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly doubted himself, what was this going to do, and the people who cared about him were sad.

"Didn't Miss Shen leave a letter for Ling Niang? Look at what is written in the letter, with my understanding of her, she will definitely not seek death, you are her sister, you should know her better, I don't think you are a person who does stupid things. ”

After a pause, Shen Jing continued: "I have also met His Royal Highness King Qi, and his last wish is to let Miss Shen live well, presumably she just wants to stay away from these earthly disturbances and live well." Maybe I'll be back to see you in a few years. ”

Because the person opposite was Shen Ci, Shen Jing's rhetoric changed, and he no longer deliberately guided Liang Ju to think about death like Liang Ju, but guided him in reverse.

Shen Ci was stunned for a while, looked at Shen Jing, and said in amazement: "If you just listen to the voice, it makes me feel that you are the mirror!" After staring at it a few more times, and seeing that Shen Jing wanted to escape his gaze, Shen Ci continued: "Miss Ye's eyes are similar to Jing'er, it's strange that it's fate, you two can become confidants." ”

In the end, there is a difference between men and women, although Liang Ju has seen Shen Jing a few times on the road, but it is not good to stare at other girls, so naturally he didn't see Shen Jing's eyes, and there was no discovery of Shen Ci.

Shen Jing was stunned, slowed down his heartbeat, and echoed: "Yes, fate is really amazing." ”

Shen Ci didn't put too much thought on Shen Jing, who had changed her appearance, as if she had listened to Shen Jing's persuasion, she smiled and said: "You're right, but it's also the same reason, Jing'er won't do stupid things, wait for me to find a time to ask my mother, what letters Jing'er left." ”

Shen Jing's heart was shocked, because she didn't know that there was a letter before, and then she forgot to ask Si Wuming on the way, and she was annoyed for a while.

Shen Ci didn't notice Shen Jing's frowning brows, and only said: "Mr. Si, Miss Ye, I'm tired all the way, let's rest early, I'm going to deal with things, I'm not familiar with these affairs, and it's very slow to do it, so I won't talk to you." ”

"Princess, go and get busy! We won't delay the princess anymore. Si Wuming answered, "If there is anyone who can help, just come and call us." ”

As soon as Shen Ci left, Shen Jing immediately followed Si Wuming into his room and asked in a low voice, "What is written in the letter?" ”

Si Wuming shook his head, "I don't know, didn't you write it?" Then he saw Shen Jing's expression and wondered: "What, don't you know?" ”

Si Wuming smiled, "Brother Wen Xuan too, he really did everything for you." I thought you knew, otherwise I should show it to you, but since you don't know, I don't want to let you know if I want to come to Brother Wenxuan. ”

Speaking of Situ Wenxuan, Shen Jing, who had recovered a lot, fell into sadness again, because now she was Ye Wenxi, she couldn't grieve for King Qi like Shen Jing, it always seemed weird.

Shen Jing's tears flowed down without warning, she thought, maybe she was the reincarnation of the dragon girl, otherwise where did she get so many tears.

Si Wuming sighed and persuaded: "Miss Ye, the deceased is gone, his wish is that you can live well, and he definitely doesn't want to see you wash your face with tears all day long." ”

Most of the persuasions are reverberations, and there are only a few words that come and go, but if you can dominate your thoughts, you probably won't be so sad.

Shen Jing snorted, and reluctantly pulled up a smile, but it was more ugly than crying, "Then the righteous brother should rest early, and I will go to rest too." "Some sadness needs to be digested by a person.

Lying in the house, Shen Jing thought a little ridiculously, in fact, she and Situ Wenxuan had worshiped heaven and earth, and she was the hostess here, so she shouldn't sleep in this guest room. She should have slept in Situ Wenxuan's room, and I don't know if there is still his breath there.

Because he was a guest, Shen Jing couldn't walk around. Moreover, the whole house was busy with Situ Wenxuan's funeral, and it was not appropriate for her to walk around the house, so she could only stay in this small courtyard every day, wanting to see Situ Wenxuan, and she was worried that she would not be able to control her emotions.

After three days in the small courtyard, it was the auspicious day of Situ Wenxuan's burial, because of Situ Wenxuan's illness, the mausoleum had been built a long time ago.

According to Shen Jing's cognition, the emperor died in ancient times, and a large number of people were buried, and the prince also had it. Thinking of this, Shen Jing frowned, I don't know if Situ Wenxuan also has it, she feels a little embarrassed in her heart, she hopes not, after all, in her eyes, this practice is too inhumane, and human lives are precious.

Shen Jing did not discuss this with Situ Wenxuan before his death, at this time Situ Wenxuan's coffin was still in the mourning hall, and the people who came to mourn were sitting or standing in the courtyard, Shen Jing looked around, wanting to see where there were people who looked like martyrs.

Since she entered the palace, Qiu Yan was taken over by Shen Ci, saying that she missed her sister and asked Qiu Yan to talk about her sister. And Yin Heng and Yin Qi were naturally busy helping, and no one could ask Shen Jing.

After looking at it for a long time, Shen Jing didn't see the person who looked like it, but unexpectedly bumped into Liang Ju's eyes. Originally, men and women were seated separately, separated by a large screen in the middle, all because Shen Jing walked unconsciously, so that she was at one end of the screen, and she could see it on both sides.

"What is Miss Ye looking for?" Liang Ju's eyes were a little shocked, he paid attention to Shen Jing for a while, and really saw Shen Jing's eyes, and then forced the shock in his heart and asked.

Shen Jing was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I'm just curious." ”

"Curious about what?" Liang Ju asked, forgetting the etiquette.

Shen Jing frowned, his face seemed to be a little unhappy, and he shook his head and replied, "Personal thoughts, I'm afraid it will not be good to tell General Liang." ”

Even the frowning look is so similar. Liang Ju was even more puzzled in his heart, and he stared at Shen Jing tightly. Although Shen Jing didn't look at Liang Ju, she also noticed Liang Ju's gaze, her heart was pounding, she glanced at Liang Ju with displeasure, Lianbu moved slightly, took a few steps forward, and avoided Liang Ju.

Liang Ju was stunned for a moment, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and made himself like a disciple. Then how could it be Shen Jing? The faces are different, only the eyes and voice are a little similar, maybe not so similar, but his psychological effect, he misses Shen Jing too much, so everyone has the shadow of Shen Jing.

"His Royal Highness King Qi has a somewhat strange temperament, and he doesn't want a single person to be buried."

"Yes, he has always acted so unexpectedly, I heard that the Holy One wants to choose someone to bury him, but he left a will not want anyone."

"Generally a person with a bit of status, who doesn't want to be buried, but he, alas, ......"

“……”

There was no need to ask, Shen Jing overheard other people's conversations, and knew that Situ Wenxuan did not have someone to be buried like others.

Shen Jing felt a sense of relief from her heart, this was Situ Wenxuan, he was such a person, if she didn't have memory, she thought she would like him.

Shen Jing unconsciously smiled on his lips, looking at the coffin in the mourning hall, tears on his cheeks. The appearance of Situ Wenxuan dying in her arms crashed into Shen Jing's mind, she folded her hands together, and made a wish to God that in the next life, Situ Wenxuan must be free of disasters and difficulties.

Suddenly, a little girl was hugged over, wearing a white silk on her head, Shen Jing knew that it was Situ Wenxuan's daughter, and she had seen it several times on different occasions.

The little girl looked ignorant and knelt in front of the coffin by the maid. Maybe it's the atmosphere, maybe it's because I've been educated since I was a child, so a small child, kneeling with his head bowed in a proper manner.

Shen Jing thought to herself, how could she know what death was? Thinking about the fate of this child, it stands to reason that she is also the proud daughter of the sky, and she will naturally have no shortage of food or clothing in the future, but in the end, she will become an orphan, and she will not be loved by her father. Although she didn't have a mother before, and her father didn't hurt her, she didn't love her anymore, and Situ Wenxuan was also a solid backing for her.

Shen Jing thought in her heart that she must find a way to give this little girl some care in the future, because this is the only daughter of her beloved. Shen Jing touched his belly, a little regretful, he didn't have a child with Situ Wenxuan.

I don't know how long the child knelt, Shen Jing heard her sobbing in a low voice, probably because she couldn't stand it after kneeling for a long time, but she didn't dare to get up. Shen Jing sighed, but she didn't have any ideas to help her, she didn't have a good brain now, and she couldn't think of it, and besides, this was also the last ride for her father, be patient.

Finally, the person presiding over the funeral began to walk the process, and the little girl knelt for a while before she was picked up.

Situ Wenxuan's coffin was lifted and walked out of the gate step by step, and suddenly the cry rang out, a little noisy.

Shen Jing silently shed tears, she thought, time is really a good thing, it will dilute sadness. When Situ Wenxuan first died, she washed her face with tears all day long, and now the number of tears she sheds has decreased significantly. It has also changed from being difficult to accept at the beginning to accepting it now.

Shen Jing didn't follow him to the cemetery, which was unreasonable. She hadn't been to Situ Wenxuan's mausoleum, she didn't know what it looked like, she just thought that Situ Wenxuan was really going to sleep underground, a lonely sleep.