"Concubine, don't be too sad, hey."

Emperor Yangou Chudumen, although he was unreliable, felt that Tang Guifei was crying too ugly, and her face was twisted like a night pot, but he was also very sad when his son died, and he could understand Tang Guifei's mood, so he put up with it.

"Your Majesty—woo-woo-"

Tang Guifei cried even more fiercely.

As if he had found a support, he leaned in the direction of Emperor Yangou, and leaned over.

Under normal circumstances, Chu Dumen only needs to stretch out a hand slightly to hug Tang Guifei, and then comfort her, showing everyone a scene of deep love between husband and wife.

Ran goose.

It's one thing for Emperor Yangou to be able to understand Tang Guifei, but it's another thing for him to accept this woman with such spicy eyes.

Almost instinctively, Emperor Yangou's body quickly turned to the left, and he could dodge it.

Tang Guifei was so tragic, her body did not land, no one followed, and with a "poof", she fell on the marble floor, and the fall was quite loud.

Inside the mourning hall, there was silence.

The courtiers and relatives of the emperor who came to cry and mourn couldn't help but be embarrassed, and they forgot to cry even when they cried, so they looked at the ugly Tang Guifei so fixedly.

The scene is not your average embarrassment.

Emperor Yangou: "......"

Cough.

That's what, he didn't mean it either.

He just can't stand the ugly things, hey, Tang Ya, I'm really sorry for you.

Chu Dumen turned his head and looked to the right.

Oh my God, it's so blue.

Birds, so white.

Well, the view of the palace is still very good.

Tang Guifei: "Your Majesty—"

This Your Majesty shouted in a terrible voice, containing extremely strong unwillingness.

No way! She can't stand this grievance!

This is the funeral of her and the man's biological son!

Did this man really love her? The only son died, and he didn't even shed a tear, and he didn't give himself any face, and he refused to hug himself.

Tang Guifei felt bitter in her heart.

The tears flowed even harder.

It's a pity that a man who doesn't love himself won't care about his tears.

Tang Guifei's tears were shed for the blind man.

"Chang Gung passed away, I am physically and mentally exhausted, and I need to take a break. Ay. Emperor Yan Dog stretched out his hand and rubbed his swollen temples.

Spicy chicken, this ugly woman is so noisy.

None of them stopped.

Annoying.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty." The shrill singing of the chief eunuch echoed in the mourning hall.

There are still three days before the second prince Chu Changgeng is officially buried in the imperial mausoleum.

According to the customs of Beilan Kingdom, during these three days, the deceased's close relatives are required to keep a vigil in the mourning hall.

Chu Dumen is the emperor, naturally no one dares to let him stay in the mourning hall without sleep, this kind of hard work, naturally someone will do it for him.

For example, Tang Qing.

Tang Qing is Chu Changgeng's uncle, and it stands to reason that he can be regarded as a close relative, and it is reasonable for him to guard the spirit.

Emperor Yangou is gone.

The courtiers and relatives in the mourning hall naturally knelt on the ground.

It wasn't until Emperor Yangou had been gone for a long time that they got together together, lowered their heads, muttered a few words to each other, and gossiped a few words, but in the end, the dead were the greatest, and they didn't dare to be too blatant, they only dared to whisper a few words.

"The second prince is gone."

"Hey, I'm jealous."

"This day, it's going to change."

"Beilan, I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the hands of His Royal Highness the Prince."