The walls of the mausoleum are painted with pictures of what happened in the life of Fengyi Ling.

The original owner carefully looked at the bits and pieces about him, but found that there was not a trace of her in his life.

The painting depicts his love story with Lin Lingxue, as well as the bits and pieces of his concubine Fu Qing's sleep.

More or less all the people who appeared in his life appeared, but there was no her.

The more she looked at it, the more she felt depressed, and she threw herself madly and tried to wipe the paint off the tomb with her hands.

Feng Yichen twisted his eyebrows and walked over to grab her wrist.

He turned his head and ordered the Praetorian Guards and the guards they had brought out, "You all go outside and wait. ”

The people were ordered to retreat.

The leader of the Praetorian Guard frowned and looked into the burial chamber, his eyes full of doubt.

It is rumored that the queen and King Yu have broken the contract since they were children, and later broke the marriage contract to marry the King of Chu, and when she was still the princess of Chu, she gave birth to a child who was still King Yu at that time.

Later, he reconciled with the King of Chu and married King Yu again, and was also pampered by King Yu as a diluted treasure.

I also heard that the king of Chu later regretted making peace with the princess and arrested her.

His Royal Highness King Yu was furious, and in a fit of rage, the King of Chu died under his sword.

His Majesty is even more for this woman, with an empty harem, and the queen for the rest of his life, becoming the only emperor in history who does not have a harem of 3,000.

Your Majesty loves the queen so much, come to think of it, Your Majesty hates the king of Chu.

Coming here in the middle of the night, could it be that killing the King of Chu is not enjoyable, and he wants to whip the corpse?

This woman is not simple, she can play with the two princes of the royal family.

However, her identity is not simple, and she has also done a lot of things that are beneficial to the people.

These good names gradually overshadowed her original notoriety.

The hundred-year peace contract between the Western Frontier and Xingyao alone has saved many border people living in dire straits.

It also established a hanging pot hall for free medical treatment, saving the poor people who could not afford to see a doctor in Xingyao.

Now, there are rumors that the queen is taking her dowry and building a home for the poor homeless children.

I have to say that this woman really has great love and is worthy of her name as the mother of a country.

After everyone left, Feng Yichen let go of the crazy woman's hand.

He stood beside him, his hands behind his back, and watched the woman go crazy with an indifferent expression.

No one saw it, and it wouldn't affect Lin Mo's reputation, so she went crazy.

The original owner who was let go, looking at Feng Yiling's life without her existence at all, collapsed and sat on the ground, hiding his face and crying bitterly.

"I love him, and I don't hesitate to disobey my life for him, and I beg Your Majesty to repent of my marriage for my father, and he won't even admit my existence after death."

"Is he so disgusted with me? Why? I love him so much, why does he hate me so much? ”

"In order to defend him, he treated me like that, and I never revealed half of his no-or-nothing to the Protectorate."

"I love him so much, think about him so much, why doesn't he love me?"

She seemed to be complaining to Feng Yichen, and she seemed to be talking to herself, and she also seemed to want Feng Yiling to be able to hear.

She looked at the small coffin next to the main coffin, and laughed as she cried, "Is that the coffin of Lin Lingxue's slut?" It's hers, right? ”

Feng Yichen looked at her crying and laughing with Lin Mo's face, and her brows were tightly furrowed.

"It's hers."

This was arranged by Fu Qingmian, who was the princess of Chu, and it was also Feng Yiling's wish.

Although he only loves himself in this life, he has some true feelings for Lin Lingxue.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have forced the daughter of the Protectorate who could help him to a desperate situation for her.

The original owner stood up weakly, walked to Feng Yiling's coffin, and laughed maniacally.

She stretched out her hand and touched the pattern on the coffin, her eyes full of sadness, "Why are you treating me like this, what point am I inferior to her, and what point is I inferior to that slut?" ”

She wanted to push the coffin open, but with such a heavy coffin, where could her strength shake it?

I pushed it for a long time, but the coffin didn't move.

She was crazy, and banged on the coffin with her hands, and blood came out of the back of her hands.

Feng Yichen, who had been watching coldly, saw that her hands were bleeding, walked over quickly, and grabbed her wrist.

"Don't be crazy, if you dare to hurt Momo's body again, I will tie you up and take you away immediately."

She cried and he didn't care, but this body was Lin Mo's, she couldn't hurt it, not a single cent.

Feng Yichen's behavior seemed to have broken the string that the original owner was tightening.

"Are you distressed?" She suddenly laughed and pulled her hand out of his.

"It's a pity, she'll never show up again, and you're going to lose the one you love."

His face suddenly turned a little hideous, and he roared at Feng Yichen, "If you kill him, I will also let you taste the pain of losing your loved one...... Bang! ”

She shouted, and hit her head on top of Feng Yiling's coffin.

Feng Yichen didn't expect her to suddenly bump into her, and reached out to stop it, but it was too late.

His eyes flickered with panic, and he reached out to hug her, but his feet stopped.

She is not his ink now, but her ink again.

Crimson blood slowly flowed down her forehead and along the patterns on the coffin.

With tears in her eyes, she greedily touched the coffin, "Ah Ling, you can't get rid of me." ”

Seeing that she was about to close her eyes, Feng Yichen couldn't care so much, quickly stepped forward to pick her up, and ran out in a panic, "Someone, please doctor." ”

This body was not only hers, but also his queen's.

He couldn't sit on the sidelines and didn't dare to gamble.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Feng Yichen walking out with Lin Mo with his face covered in blood.

"Go get a doctor." Feng Yichen anxiously glanced at the leader here.

Holding Lin Mo's body and running out, he ordered to Jue Ai, "Go back to the palace and ask the imperial doctor to come over." ”

There should be a doctor here, she is not going to die, and it will be too late to return to the palace.

"Yes, yes, my subordinates will go."

The leader of the Praetorian Guard hurriedly responded and asked the Praetorian Guard next to him to ask for a doctor, and he personally took Feng Yichen to his residence.

Feng Yichen put the original owner on the bed, and looked at her face covered with blood, and her heart throbbed suddenly.

Looking at her silent appearance, he raised his hand to probe her snort.

Fingers were placed under her nose, but she couldn't feel half of her breath.

She's dead!

He's dead!

Feng Yichen instantly had a space in his mind, and his expression was stunned.

She's dead! Just dead?

What about his ink?

Can't his ink come back?

His expression was dull, and he didn't react for a long time, and the leader of the Praetorian Guard who watched it was extremely flustered.

What's going on?

In the middle of the night, the queen came to open the royal tomb, and the queen went in vertically and came out horizontally.

If something happens to this queen, his little life will be confessed.

I thought that although there was no future for guarding the king's tomb, it was better to be idle.

Who would have thought that the emperor would bring the queen here in the middle of the night.

After a long time, Feng Yi Chen returned to her soul fiercely and put her hand on her artery.

After confirming that she was really out of breath, Feng Yichen's spirit was instantly drained away.

She really didn't have any anger.

She was gone, and she took his ink with her.