"Ahhh

Zhao Yiheng's chin full of slag was against Mu Mingshu's forehead, and he couldn't say words of comfort, even if he said it, he was just deceiving himself, and a big man like him couldn't stop crying for the first time.

I don't know how long it took, Zhao Yiheng obviously felt that the person in her arms was quiet, and when she had already accepted the facts, she never thought that Mu Mingshu suddenly pushed him away, and stood up violently like a nightmare: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I don't believe that Ziyue is gone like this, I don't believe it." She pointed to the dark wood coffin and asked Zhao Yiheng: "There's nothing in here, right?" It's just empty, isn't it? ”

Zhao Yiheng pursed his lips and shook his head slightly, and only stood up after half a loud sound, his expression sad and painful, but he didn't say a word.

Mu Mingshu bit her lip and staggered to the end of the Xuanmu coffin, her steps were unsteady, and she almost fell down several times, Zhao Yiheng reached out to help her and told her to push away.

She leaned on the coffin, felt the cold temperature of the coffin, and cried more and more: "Fake, fake, everything is fake"

Mu Mingshu couldn't push the lid of the Xuanmu coffin, he could only slap the Xuanmu coffin again and again, crying: "This is empty, this is empty, fake, everything is fake"

Zhao Yiheng grabbed her shoulders, forced her to look at herself, and said word by word: "You look at my eyes, do you want to open the coffin lid so that you can see it with your own eyes, and you will die?" ”

Mu Mingshu's eyes were scarlet, bloodshot inside, but her eyes were wide, although she didn't have much of the only reason left, she didn't dare to answer at this time. She wanted to take a look, she wanted to see that it was empty, but she was even more afraid, even more afraid that there was really her son, her only son, lying inside.

Zhao Yiheng gritted his teeth, turned Mu Mingshu around and told her to face the Xuanmu coffin, and ordered, "Open the coffin." ”

The world has many taboos about the dead, and opening the coffin in public in broad daylight is a very disrespectful thing to the deceased, and the rumors will disturb the deceased that he cannot let him live in peace, and even affect the fortune of the deceased in the next life.

However, Zhao Yiheng can't care about this, Mu Mingshu is like a madman now, she can't listen to anything, she can't accept the fact that Zhao Ziyue is dead no matter what, and Zhao Yiheng's move can be regarded as a salary draw.

The leading Moshi felt that this matter was very tricky, except for those who had deep hatred in this world, no one would let go if they died.

Su Ruolan also felt that this matter was inappropriate, so she hurriedly stepped forward and knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, the eldest prince has already left, you just let him go, why bother to make him unable to even leave." ”

But Zhao Yiheng was as if he was iron-hearted, he only grabbed Mu Mingshu tightly and didn't say a word.

Su Ruolan begged Mu Mingshu again: "Sister Mingshu"

Mu Mingshu bit his lip, only knowing how to cry, and his eyes blurred with tears again and again.

Moshi waited for a while, but did not hear the words of retracting his life, and then waved his hand again, calling people to move.

But those guards were next to the Xuanmu coffin, Mu Mingshu went crazy again, she broke free from Zhao Yiheng's clamps, pushed away those guards, and screamed: "Go away, go away, no one is allowed to touch my son, no one is allowed to touch my son, go away, go away, if anyone dares to move, I will kill whoever I kill, kill them all, kill them all"

Mu Mingshu was lying on the Xuanmu coffin, hoping to get closer to Zhao Ziyue, he couldn't cry to himself: "Don't move my son, don't move, woo woo, it's all bad mothers, it's all bad mothers."

Regardless of whether Mu Mingshu can accept Zhao Ziyue's death or not, his death has become a fact, and it is not something that any regret or guilt can be exchanged for.

Zhao Ziyue's Xuanmu coffin was welcomed into the palace and prepared for the funeral.

When the death knell rang, the holy decree of posthumously sealing Zhao Ziyue also came down, and Prince Shuo was given the title and buried in the imperial mausoleum according to the prince's ceremony.

The mourning hall was set up in the palace, the palace people changed into filial piety clothes, the palace and the palace were white, the civil and military officials came to see them, and the women inside and outside the palace cried in front of the spirit, everything was handled by Su Ruolan at the behest of Zhao Yiheng.

Mu Mingshu locked himself in Kunning Palace from beginning to end, ignoring everything, only sleeping every day when he was sleepy, and waking up in a daze, not even tears.

Zhao Yiheng came to persuade her a few times, and when he saw that she was still like this, he also knew that she was uncomfortable, so he simply didn't say anything after he arrived, and sat with her when he was free.

In addition to handling Zhao Ziyue's funeral, Zhao Yiheng has also been sending talismans to mobilize various armies and start preparing to attack Xiliang Kingdom.

Danmu, who has been lurking in Kyoto City, is gloomy, and his people have been secretly looking for Zhao Ziyue since he fell into the water, hoping that this child can live well to save his Xiliang's life, but there has been no news.

Until the day Zhao Ziyue's body was found, all Danmu's hopes were disillusioned, he knew that Xiliangguo would definitely have a big heel even if he didn't die this time, as soon as he thought of the Yi Na who was humiliated to death, he regretted it for a while, he should have sent someone to kill her a long time ago.

If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't recognize the situation and was selfish, she would definitely not let herself face such a big thing, but unfortunately it was too late to regret it, no matter what, they Xiliang would have to bear the consequences of her.

However, Danmu Zilai is not the master of slaughter, since a war with Xiliang is indispensable, then he must do something, so that Xiliang Kingdom will not really be destroyed in his own hands.

On the day when Zhao Ziyue's coffin was carried to the imperial tomb to be buried, Zhao Yiheng went to Kunning Palace early in the morning and saw Mu Mingshu, who was dressed in plain clothes, sitting in front of the window in a daze, his eyes were dull, and there was no expression on his face.

He hurriedly stepped forward, closed the window, and said unhappily: "The weather is still very cold now, what if it freezes?" ”

After saying this, he found another cloak to put on her, wrapped her thin little hand in his big palm, frowned and asked, "How long have you been sitting here?" Why are your hands so cold? ”

Mu Mingshu's dull eyes fell on Zhao Yiheng after half a sound, she wanted to smile at him, but the corners of her mouth were more ugly than crying.

"It didn't take long for me to wake up early in the morning and sit down for a while." She stretched out her hand to smooth Zhao Yiheng's furrowed brows: "I'm worried about you." ”

These days, Mu Mingshu almost ignores people, and on weekdays, Zhao Yiheng says that she never answers, but today she suddenly talked to Zhao Yiheng, which made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't say what it was like.

He looked at Mu Mingshu with some caution, and asked softly, "What's uncomfortable about your body?" ”

Mu Mingshu reacted slowly and covered his heart, and said in a nasal voice: "It hurts here, it hurts."

Zhao Yiheng didn't know what to say all of a sudden, he reached out and took Mu Mingshu into his arms, patted her back gently, and said after a long while: "Ziyue is so sensible, he will definitely be reluctant to us, maybe he will be reincarnated into your belly." ”

Mu Mingshu cried, tears were like pearls with broken threads, big ones fell down, and he cried half loudly in Zhao Yiheng's arms before he said, "I'm going to see him off for the last time." ”

"Good!"

Zhao Ziyue's Xuanmu coffin was lifted out of the palace and went straight to the imperial mausoleum, and everyone avoided it wherever he went. The master of Hongfa Temple opened the way in front, followed in the coffin, Zhao Yiheng led Mu Mingshu to follow at the end, he held Mu Mingshu's cold hand tightly, although he couldn't make her feel better, but he also hoped to bring her a trace of warmth.

Mu Mingshu was the first to come back to the imperial tomb in her previous life and in this life, but her eyes were only on Zhao Ziyue's coffin from beginning to end, and she watched Zhao Ziyue's coffin enter the imperial tomb and was finally sealed.

When the door of the tomb of the imperial tomb was closed, she knew that Zhao Ziyue had really left forever and left her without any regrets.

She didn't cry or feel sad, but she sincerely hoped that as Zhao Yiheng said, he could still be reincarnated in his own belly and be her son again.

A raging fire ignited in the mound, and Mu Mingshu saw that the things that once belonged to Zhao Ziyue were thrown into the fire one by one, and they burned to ashes in a short time. There are those prepared by the Internal Affairs Office, Zhao Yiheng's recent reward, and those that Mu Mingshu once gave him, so they fell into the fire one by one and went underground to accompany him.

Mu Mingshu's eyes were red, she seemed to see Zhao Ziyue standing there in a white school uniform in the fire and smiling to herself, he stretched out his little hand to say goodbye to Mu Mingshu, tears fell down his eyes, thin lips pursed lightly, and called in a low voice: "Mother, the child is gone." ”

Mu Mingshu felt that she couldn't breathe for a moment, she covered her heart, took a big breath, desperately endured the tears that were about to burst out of her eyes, she wanted to call him, wanted to call him, wanted to keep him, but she couldn't open her mouth, she had a lot of things to say, but she couldn't open her mouth.

"Mother, the child is reluctant to you, reluctant to father" Zhao Ziyue's clothes burned, Mu Mingshu was very anxious when he saw the flames rising up, but he heard him say: "Mother, you and your father will give birth to a younger brother to the child, or a sister, they will accompany you for a lifetime instead of the child."

"Don't, don't" Mu Mingshu shook her head, and finally made a sound, her heavy breathing and abnormal face made Zhao Yiheng change color.

"Mingshu, Mingshu, wake up" Zhao Yiheng's voice was in her ears, but Mu Mingshu didn't seem to hear it at all, she looked at Zhao Ziyue: "You are the only mother, no one can replace you, don't you go, okay?" ”

Zhao Ziyue in her eyes didn't reply, just smiled warmly at her, the flames on the hem of her clothes had burned to her waist, and they had reached her chest in an instant.

Mu Mingshu was anxious, she wanted to step forward, wanted to catch him, but there was always a force to hold her, seeing that Zhao Ziyue was about to disappear, she used all her strength, broke free from that force, and walked towards Zhao Ziyue.

There was a mound of burning clothes and burial goods, and there was a raging fire burning inside