Several cronies bowed down in agreement, and each looked at his middle finger, the ring that was not gold or iron emitted a strange light, and some of them sighed: the distance is too far, otherwise the sorcerer will definitely show the power of the Son of Heaven Guard

Tang Wang on the side saw that he was completely ignored, and a faint anger flashed on his elegant face, and then he smiled even deeper, "Long live, the coffin of the little girl Danli is still parked in the hall, you see ......"

This sentence finally moved Emperor Zhaoyuan, he snorted coldly, got up and stepped out of the chariot.

The sunlight shone on his tall body, and the invisible coercion suddenly made the legs of the servants around him tremble slightly.

Just glanced at it indifferently, and the cold aura was like a sharp sword of Shura, almost piercing people's hearts.

"Why don't you put her in the ice room?"

asked in a low voice, containing anger, no one saw that the palm of Emperor Zhaoyuan caged in his sleeve was already clenched into a fist

After so many days, she was left alone in the hall, but these people in front of her quickly escaped, and when the danger passed, they dared to report to me with a calm face?

When Emperor Zhaoyuan thought of this, his eyes became even colder, and with a slight flicker, he had an awe-inspiring killing intent to throw himself at the Shi family

"Long live, the fifth sister, the cause of her death is inexplicable, it's really miserable......"

There was a figure dressed in a light purple palace costume who walked out of the group of people in the Shi family, and unlike the grief that the group of people pretended to be, she was sincerely crying and her eyes were swollen.

Emperor Zhaoyuan looked at her, and for a moment, he could barely connect the haggard and sad woman in front of him with the concubine Jia who was always holding her neck and looking like she was ice and jade.

Danjia cried in a low voice, not pretentious, and slowly talked about the changes of that day, but quietly cleared up his whole family, "Our whole family saw the rebels rushing in this direction. I was afraid that things would be critical, so I hid in a private house for a few days. ”

Emperor Zhaoyuan nodded, walked past her, and headed straight towards the main hall.

Danjia stopped sobbing, wrung the handkerchief in his hand, stared at his distant back, and a sarcastic and smug smile appeared on his lips—

Tyrant, will you also have the pain of losing a loved one?

Heavenly retribution is not at all unpleasant

She pondered for a moment, then turned around and followed, with a virtuous and noble appearance, hurriedly catching up with him.

In the middle of the hall, the pitch-black coffin was buried straight into the ground, and the lid of the coffin was just level with the ground.

"What's going on?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan shouted angrily, and Tang Wang and his wife trembled with fright, secretly complaining about Ning Fei in their hearts - just let the coffin stay well, why slap it into the ground with one palm?

But in front of Emperor Zhaoyuan, they definitely didn't dare to mention a word, but they didn't dare to say it, they only listened to the light footsteps behind them, Dan Jia pulled her skirt in, and whispered softly: "Before the concubine and her parents left home, they put the coffin of the fifth sister properly, but I heard that the rebel army once rushed into the mansion, I think they must be full of resentment against the royal family, so they destroyed it indiscriminately——"

She quietly planted the black pot to the rebel army, anyway, that group of people had already fled from Tiandu, and they couldn't tell whether it was King Xi or Ji, even if the emperor was angry, what could he do?

When she said this, her voice choked, and she approached Emperor Zhaoyuan intentionally or unintentionally, as if she was overly sad and weak, "Poor fifth sister suffered a tragedy, and she can't be purified after death......."

As she got closer, a silver light flashed in her sleeve, and the cold glow was hidden under her sleeve, and no one saw it.

In the main hall, the candle burns for a long time, the white curtain hangs low, and although the mourning hall is hastily arranged, everyone does their best to do it, for fear that the emperor will be furious, and it will be a disaster

Emperor Zhaoyuan stood silently in front of the coffin, the hem of the dark robe moved with the wind, he lowered his head slightly, and no one could see his expression at this time.

The coffin in front of him buried Danli's life?

He narrowed his eyes, unable to believe it until this moment.

The silver bell-like laughter sometimes makes her noisy...... Always smiling lazily and scurrying around the palace with her cat in her arms - from now on, never again, will it?

Emperor Zhaoyuan raised his head, his calm and calm gaze scanned everyone around him, and he suddenly felt that he wanted to laugh out loud-

Everything I have, in the end, I can't keep it, and the so-called Son of Heaven is a lonely existence.

He was not angry, not even silent, but everyone became more and more uneasy, and the hall was dead silent, except for the sound of the wind and the white curtains flying.

In a trance, her smile and cheek seemed to appear in front of her again, and her angry joke sounded-

"Your Majesty, I want to ask, when I die in the future, will I be posthumously crowned queen?"

At that time, I was so angry that she was talking nonsense, but I didn't expect it to be a prophecy

Emperor Zhaoyuan closed his eyes, his fists clenched in his sleeves.

Stupid girl...... Why do you have to say such unlucky words, even if you are posthumously crowned queen, what is the point of lying in this cold coffin

A dull ache hit him, and it was empty, and he could not bear to think about anything, but stood still, and the night breeze blew in through the cracks in the lattice, and the white curtains danced, and everything lost its color.

"I promise you......"

The low voice, but the breath was suppressed, shaking the white candle swaying.

"I promise you, posthumously crown you queen, and let you enjoy all the honor after death."

Seeing him like this, everyone was secretly shocked by his love for Concubine Xian, and they felt more and more worried in their hearts, Tang Wang's family was so frightened that they changed color, but Danjia was still as pale as usual, but he gritted his teeth and tightened the silver mangs in his sleeves.

"Where's mahjong?"

Emperor Zhaoyuan suddenly asked.

What mahjong?

Everyone was puzzled, but they didn't dare to ask.

Seeing that the atmosphere at the scene was stiff, Dan Jia had to stop, trying his best to remember what mahjong was, only to feel that it sounded a little familiar - it seemed that Dan Li often called this name crazy?

"Gift...... Long live, is mahjong that cat? ”

The little maid who served Danli and ate lychees remembered luckily, and replied tremblingly: "That cat, it didn't know when it disappeared, and we didn't care about it at that time......

She lowered her head, feeling that the momentum on the emperor's body was getting more and more cold, and she was already dizzy with fright, and she didn't dare to say anything.

Dan Jia stepped forward and held Emperor Zhaoyuan without a trace, "Long live, it's just a cat, look for it slowly, you will definitely be able to find it, you still mourn——"

Before the words were finished, and before she could even make any moves, Emperor Zhaoyuan pushed her away and strode over to the coffin.

He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the lid of the coffin - in such a cold and dark place, she was probably also lonely, and she was also thinking about the fat cat in mahjong, right?

As if sensing his heart, the next moment, a low and faint meow sound came from outside the threshold, Emperor Zhaoyuan's heart moved, and he was about to turn around, but he heard a group of people outside the door running quickly, and even let out a low scream-

"Be careful"

"Catch that cat"

"Don't let the cat into the mourning hall"

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