"Thank you, Sister Jin."

"Fool."

"Thank you, Sister Jin, for always being so good to me, I ...... Ahem. Wanruyi suddenly coughed in the middle of speaking.

"Ruyi, stop talking." Murong Jin softly comforted.

"No, Sister Jin, I'm ...... I must say it, or else...... Otherwise, I'm afraid...... I'm afraid it's too late. ”

"No, Ruyi!" Murong Jin clenched Ruyi's hand.

"Sister Jin, thank you so much...... Thank you for always ...... Always help me out...... Thank you for always ...... Always take care of me, from the moment I enter the palace...... I...... I've always regarded you as my own sister, I'll ......" Halfway through speaking, Ruyi suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Ruyi!" Murong Jin exclaimed.

"Master!"

"Wan Xiu Girl!"

"Imperial Doctor, quick!" Murong Jin hurriedly retreated.

The imperial doctor stepped forward, grabbed Wan Ruyi's hand, and then shook his head and said, "Wan Xiunu has passed away. ”

"Master!" Xi'er pounced on Wan Ruyi, crying profusely, and Yun'er's tears on the side also fell straight down.

Murong Jin was stunned in place, looking at Ruyi on the bed with her eyes closed, but what sounded in her mind was the crisp and loud "Sister Jin" on weekdays.

For a long time, Ruyi has been going around her every day like a bird, but now, this little bird is dead, and her heart suddenly feels so painful.

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, she suddenly turned around, walked in front of Sima Mo step by step, and then knelt down, "The concubine has something to ask Your Majesty." ”

In the candlelight, Sima Mo saw the grief on this woman's face, so his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, "What do you want to ask me for?" ”

"I beg Your Majesty to bury Wanxiu Nu."

Hearing this, Sima Mo said in a deep voice to Gonggong Jiang on the side, "Jiang Fu, pass on my oracle, posthumously seal Wanxiu Nu as Mrs. Ji, and bury her from now on." ”

"Yes."

……

……

The sky was overcast, and after a thunderclap, the rain fell.

The mighty funeral procession came out of the north side door, and the coffin was covered with a golden coffin.

Yunzhao Palace.

"What? He's dead? The poppy raised her eyebrows.

"It is said that she died of illness the night before yesterday, and at that time, Murong Xiunu begged His Majesty to find a royal doctor to treat her...... He Yu stood beside Yu Meiren and began to tell Yu Meiren the news he had inquired about from elsewhere in the morning.

"I didn't expect that this Murong Jin really had two brushes, and the death of a little show girl could still alarm Your Majesty." The poppy snorted softly.

"Beauty, the slave has a saying, I don't know if I should talk about it or not?"

"Say whatever you want!" The poppy said angrily.

"Yes." He Yu lowered his voice, "Beauty, since Murong Xiunu can move His Majesty to see a doctor for Wanxiunu, the reason for this can be imagined." ”

Poppy frowned, "What the hell are you trying to say?" ”

"Beauty, think about it, since the death of Empress Xiaoxian, Your Majesty has rarely set foot in the harem, but the slave maid has heard that His Majesty always went to Murong Xiunu's Li Yuan every once in a while, if the slave and maid guessed correctly, Your Majesty's heart is afraid that it has already been tied to Murong Xiunu's body, otherwise Wanxiu Nu fell ill the night before, how could Murong Xiunu easily ask His Majesty to call the imperial doctor for Wanxiu Nu to see a doctor?"

"You mean to say that Your Majesty has long taken a fancy to that Murong Jin?" The poppy's eyes narrowed slightly.

"That's what slave means."