She lay in a pool of blood without a trace of breath, as pale as a piece of paper, as if a gentle wind could carry her away.

Yan Shu staggered forward, his scarlet eyes were full of yin owls, he really wanted to break Ye Xin's body into thousands of pieces to relieve his hatred. He hated her, but he loved her. It is Ye Xinci who hates it, and Ah Kui who loves it.

But now, Ah Kui's body is gone, where should she go?

Or will it gradually fall apart because there is no place to put the soul?

Can't think anymore -

He shook his head fiercely, and hugged Ye Xinci to the bed, even though the skin under his hands was cold and warm, he seemed to turn a blind eye, and ordered the imperial doctor to stop the bleeding and bandage her.

He sat in the outer hall, watching the basins of clear water come in and then turn into basins of blood and water out, the red color stinged his eyes pained, and he closed his eyes tightly, but he felt that together with his brain, he was occupied by pieces of bloody scenes, and he could not be expelled.

His temples were pounding, and he pressed them hard.

Ye Xin resigned to death and died by himself, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

After this news was only passed on once, it was suppressed by Yan Shu and sent some rewards to the Ye family as a consolation. The funeral of the Queen Mother began to be organized in full swing, and those who did not know it only died violently when the Queen Mother died, and the emperor posthumously named Ye Xin as the Queen Mother Shuhui, giving the Ye family enough face.

The coffin stopped in Cining Palace for one night, and the next day it was transported to the royal temple non-stop, and the master recited the body for 9981 days, and then buried it in the imperial mausoleum.

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The fourth year of the Great Song Dynasty was an eventful year, because there were too many people who died in this year, both for the noble and evil people. On the towering palace walls, the heavy haze did not gradually disperse until the spring of the second year.

One month after the collapse of the Queen Mother, she ushered in the fifth year of Jokhang.

In the early spring, the ice and snow melt, and the willows on the shore began to slowly sprout new shoots.

The emperor toured the south in this year, and the majestic boats went all the way south from the canal. Although ordinary people have never had the honor to meet the holy face in this life, the rumors about the emperor's southern tour have never been broken.

The emperor passed through Fufeng County, and heard that the county order here was a foolish official who did not do practical things, so he disguised himself and severely punished the evil officials. One by one, it seems that the storyteller is following behind Yan Shu, and what he says is clear-eyed.

At that time, on the wooden platform built in the teahouse, the storyteller knocked on the wood and poured a sip of tea, and what he said was a foaming mouth, and the tea guests below also pricked up their ears and listened attentively.

And in this group of people, there is a pair of people who look like people dressed as people from the rivers and lakes, the man has a deep outline, but his face is extremely ordinary, and there is only a pair of narrow phoenix eyes on his body, which looks as sharp as an eagle falcon, making people dare not look directly.

The other person, on the other hand, was wrapped in a large black open body, and the heavy hood covered the man's face so tightly that if she sat still and did not speak, no one else could guess whether he was a man or a woman.

Yan Shu was squinting and smiling and listening, and the corners of his clothes were gently pulled, he immediately turned around and asked, "Tired?" ”

The hood moved slightly, Yan Shu didn't stop, heard her thoughts, immediately got up and took her hand, and carefully took her out.

Their departure did not elicit a reaction from those around them.

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