Leng Yu quickly dressed Shang Zhaoyi, Shang Zhaoyi looked at the plain clothes on her body, and she smiled with satisfaction.

When Shang Zhaoyi took Leng Yu and Nuan Qiu to the main hall, the people in the main hall had already brewed their emotions and began to cry, Shang Zhaoyi looked at these people, a sneer rose on the corner of her mouth, and she walked in front of the coffin. Kneeled down.

"Huatong, when you were alive, the two of us were always fighting, and now that you are gone, my sister is still a little bored."

As soon as Shang Zhaoyi's words came out, everyone stopped sobbing, watched Shang Zhaoyi kneel on the ground, burned paper money for Shang Huatong again and again, and listened to Shang Zhaoyi's words.

"Huatong, that day I asked you, do you really like to leave the little boy, you said to me, you and him are sincere, I looked at the dependence in your eyes, I didn't speak, just sighed that this world is hot and cold, Huatong, you already love him so much, why, you still can't get a good death?"

Shang Zhaoyi took out a handkerchief as he spoke, wiped it on his face, and after Shang Zhaoyi wiped it, he continued: "I hate that you were quickly beaten to death by the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and your funeral should have been done in the Prime Minister's Mansion, but Daddy is reluctant to let you go, Daddy is afraid that you will be wronged in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Huatong, Daddy loves you so much, why can't you see it, some tiger talismans who want to steal Daddy, alas, Huatong ......"

Shang Zhaoyi spoke sincerely, looking at Shang Zhaoyi reaching out with a handkerchief to wipe his tears, everyone couldn't help but feel sad for Shang Zhaoyi, but Shang Zhaoyi gave Leng Yu a look, Leng Yu saw this, so he directly helped Shang Zhaoyi up, and Shang Zhaoyi lay directly on the coffin board.

"Huatong, you're leaving like this, how can my sister give you up?"

"Princess, the slave knows that you are reluctant to draw Miss Tong, but you also have to pay attention to your own body!" Leng Yu said as he opened the coffin with his own internal force.

After Leng Yu opened the coffin, she walked to all the sides of Shang Zhaoyi, helped Shang Zhaoyi, and also blocked everyone's sight, Shang Zhaoyi reached into the coffin while crying, she touched it, put her hand on Shang Huatong's face, and then withdrew her hand and whispered: "Close it, the person is dead." ”

Seeing this, Shang Zhaoyi stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, and Leng Yu hurriedly walked around to Shang Zhaoyi's right side when he saw this: "Princess, you must pay attention to your body, don't be too sad!" ”

"Leng Yu, what you said, Miss Ben doesn't understand, she just feels sorry for my poor sister."

Shang Zhaoyi's body shook twice as he spoke, and Leng Yu hurriedly reached out to help Shang Zhaoyi.

"Princess, you better rest first, you can't come in a hurry about Miss Huatong."

"Ugh."

Shang Zhaoyi sighed while being settled on the chair by Leng Yu, and poured a cup of tea for Shang Zhaoyi, after Leng Youran saw it, her tone carried a trace of regret: "It's a pity that these two young ladies have such a good sister, but they can't know people clearly, after all, they hurt herself!" ”

After Leng Youran finished speaking, he directly put a stick of incense on Shang Huatong, and the rest of the people also cried decently, put on the pillar incense, and it was fine.

Shang Zhaoyi sat in the main hall, looking at the coffin, with a trace of sorrow in his expression, Leng Yu stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples for Shang Zhaoyi.

"How does it feel? Princess? Leng Yu's worried look made everyone concerned about Shang Zhaoyi.

"Miss, how are you feeling now?"

"Miss, you have to be relaxed, the concubine knows that you are sad because of the death of Huatong, but you must not hurt your body because of this!"

Shang Zhaoyi smiled at everyone: "Everyone, you understand what Zhaoyi said, don't worry, I will take care of myself." ”

After Shang Zhaoyi finished speaking, he picked up the teacup in his hand and drank the tea for a while.

After a while, Shang Mingyuan and An Biao walked in together, and after An Biao saw Shang Zhaoyi, he snorted coldly: "Miss, you came really early!" ”

"Yes, Miss Ben feels sorry for her sister, but I don't want you to be a grandfather, come to see Huatong, even if it is three poles in the sun, my father must have gone to wake up Lord An, delaying the time, Lord An, you are really ashamed."

Shang Zhaoyi didn't plan to deal with An Biao, but as soon as An Biao came up, he was looking for trouble for himself, so can Shang Zhaoyi do it? Definitely not!

An Biao heard Shang Zhaoyi's words and snorted coldly: "What do you know at a young age, Lord Ben and your father are talking about things!" ”

"Yes, Zhaoyi doesn't know anything at a young age, so he knows etiquette!" After Shang Zhaoyi finished speaking, he stood up, walked to Shang Mingyuan's side, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Zhaoyi greets Daddy." ”

"Okay, okay, get up."

Shang Mingyuan looked at Shang Zhaoyi, and hurriedly reached out to help Shang Zhaoyi up, Shang Zhaoyi looked at Shang Mingyuan and smiled slightly, and then said: "Daddy, go and put incense on your sister, it is also your father's heart." ”

Shang Mingyuan nodded after hearing this, then left An Biao's side, walked to the front of the coffin, raised his hand, and put incense on Shang Huatong.

After Shang Mingyuan finished the incense, some dignitaries and nobles also came to participate in Shang Huatong's funeral one after another, Shang Zhaoyi looked at the look in An Biao's eyes, she smiled unconsciously, and then sat on the chair and greeted others.

"Princess, the prince has arrived."

After a long time, Leng Yu's voice sounded in Shang Zhaoyi's ears, Shang Zhaoyi turned his head to look at Leng Yu, nodded, and then talked to others as if he didn't take it to heart.

"Draw Tong! Draw Tong! My daughter! ”

Just when everyone was immersed in this grief, An Lingrong's voice suddenly interrupted everyone's painful thoughts, and some people raised their heads and looked in the direction of the source of the sound dissatisfiedly, as if to say, I finally adjusted my thoughts, but you interrupted them so easily.

After Shang Zhaoyi heard it, she pulled out a very charming smile, and then returned to her blandness, she sat on the chair dignifiedly, looking at Shang Huatong's coffin intently, and suddenly a figure rushed to the front of the coffin, Shang Zhaoyi looked at the dead and alive who were crying on the coffin, with a hint of shrewdness in her eyes.

"Draw Tong! What a miserable death you had! ”

"Huatong, you tell your mother, who is it, who killed you?"

"Draw Tong!"

An Lingrong's cry reached everyone's ears, everyone looked at An Lingrong, and their hearts rose a little sigh and a little cold, living in such a life, you have to think of a lot of ways to live, if you die, you can only say that your wit is not enough, so they look at this scene more and more just cold.

The concubine is in charge

The concubine is in charge