It's all her fault...... Now that the tragedy has come to this, even though she is no longer willing to let go, she has to let go...... However, if you leave like this, are you worthy of Zhiqiu? There is no explanation for Zhiqiu's death, but she became a turtle with a shrunken head, and she was only happy to be idle and escaped. If people really know, how can Zhiqiu forgive her?

She can let go, but she can't just walk away. Everything today must have a saying. Those who kill Zhiqiu will definitely pay the price! It doesn't matter sooner or later, as long as she wants, their ending is miserable, even more miserable than Zhiqiu. A hundred years later, under the Nine Springs, she will at least not be too faceless to see Zhiqiu.

She said she would protect her two younger sisters, but she didn't. In the early summer, she begged for sadness at King Jing's place in vain, and she couldn't do anything except give King Jing some looks. This is a matter between the relationship between the two, and she can't mix it too much, so far, it's reasonable. What about autumn? Zhiqiu died, died because of her, died because of her blind dependence on the emperor...... She really wanted to kill herself!

"Zhiqiu...... Sister will avenge you......" Looking at Zhiqiu's pale face, Rong Yunxi murmured secretly in her heart, with a ruthless look in her eyes.

Xiao Luzi stood not far from Rong Yunxi with a lantern, and in the light of the lantern, the emperor saw the ruthlessness in Rong Yunxi's eyes...... For a while, my heart was in turmoil.

Xiao Fuzi did things neatly, and after a short time, he had already found two spacious carriages to come over, and replied to the emperor: "After all, it is a deceased person, and it is inconvenient to ride in the same car with His Majesty and Niangniang." Why don't you let Miss Zhiqiu follow in the carriage behind? ”

The emperor nodded and said, "That's fine...... You and Xiao Luzi went to the gate of Yilan Palace to clean up the mess, and the guards who fell to the ground are not good-looking. ”

After that, he greeted the imperial guards present: "You go with me." ”

Seeing that the carriage was coming, Rong Yunxi didn't say anything to the emperor, but just carried Zhiqiu's head and his feet with Chu Xia and went to the carriage.

The emperor chased after him, ordered a few imperial guards who followed, and said, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Why don't you help the mother send people to the car? ”

"Go to the northern suburbs and find a place with good feng shui." Rong Yunxi said lightly.

So late at night, she came home with Zhiqiu's body, didn't she want to scare her father?

Since the emperor ascended the throne, in order to avoid suspicion, his father has always been sick at home and happy to be idle. My father finally had a peaceful birthday for a while, how could she give her father such a fright in the middle of the night? Makes the father more worried?

And when the movement is too big, everyone in the world will guess that Zhiqiu died in fear of sin, and it is impossible to refute it only with their words. Compared with the bleak and simple truth, what the world is more willing to believe is often the conspiracy theory of self-deceit. The deceased is gone, and the only thing that matters is to choose a pure land to sleep soundly.

"Go to the dive first, then to the northern suburbs." The emperor commanded.

Rong Yunxi knew that the emperor said that when he went to the palace, he should be looking for something to be buried. At the time of the submersion, the king of Chen at that time was notoriously lenient. There is a small treasury in King Chen's mansion, where there are some ordinary coffins and unengraved stone tablets for the slaves and maids who have contributed to the mansion but unfortunately went suddenly. lest the minions should be buried immediately after their death, and they could not find anything usable.

On weekdays, the house is pressed with a spell to prevent the bad luck from dissipating, and the house is peaceful for many years, and it has not been affected by this small place. On the contrary, because of this preparation, the minions are more dedicated and more at ease.

Originally, he was also a kind and forgiving man, wasn't he? But what is the reason that this person still has the old face, and what kind of temperament has become more and more strange?

Is it really this throne that harms people?

Rong Yunxi knew that the emperor was planning to give Zhiqiu the unused things in the former diving mansion to Zhiqiu, so as not to be in the Jingdong Palace. Although the coffins prepared for the slaves and maids in King Chen's mansion are not luxurious, they are also passable, much better than the coffins of ordinary people.

As far as Zhiqiu is concerned, the most important thing now is not the glorious burial things, but a place that can be buried in the ground, so as not to continue to wander alone in this world.

"Miss, the slave wants to go back to the palace and get a clean dress for Zhiqiu." Early summer road.

Rong Yunxi said: "The room in the hidden mansion is not empty yet, if the palace is not mistaken, the clothes she wore when we first entered the mansion were still pressed in the cabinet of Zhaode Courtyard, so it is better to change into that one." It was a garment brought from the General's Palace, and she would have liked it. ”

"Yes." Early summer said with tears in her eyes.

As he spoke, the two guards had already carefully carried Zhiqiu's body into the back carriage, and Rong Yunxi and Chu Xia followed. Zhuo Jiu naturally wanted to be with Zhiqiu, so he also jumped into the latter carriage. The emperor did not call Rong Yunxi, but went to the carriage in front of him by himself.

When he arrived at the hidden mansion, Rong Yunxi stayed in the carriage and watched Zhiqiu, went to Zhaode Courtyard to get clothes in early summer, and Zhuo Jiu went to the warehouse to choose the things to be buried. The emperor was still just sitting in the carriage in front of him, and he didn't interfere with them, so naturally there was nothing superfluous to stop him, just tossing by them.

Zhuo Jiu called a cart from the Qiandi to come out, pulled the coffin, tombstone and other things, took the clothes and rouge gouache out in early summer, changed Zhiqiu into clean clothes, combed his hair again, and painted a clean makeup...... The top of her head and the back of her head were concave very much, and Rong Yunxi and Chu Xia didn't dare to exert force, as if they were afraid of hurting her, but they still used a bun to cover this depression.

Looking at the light of the candle flame in the carriage, Zhiqiu's appearance was as delicate and agile as when she was alive.

Rong Yunxi gently held Zhiqiu's hand and remained silent with tears. The carriage was bumpy, but Zhiqiu was lying on the couch by the window, but he was so peaceful. The cold wind and dark night outside the car window did not come into her sweet dreams......

The carriage jolted all the way to the city gate, and with one sound came down one after another, like a low, tired, and ceaseless sob.

I didn't say anything all the way, and I arrived at the foot of Songshan Mountain in the northern suburbs. The emperor got out of the carriage in front of him first, called Zhuo Jiu, and said, "You go up the mountain with me to find a good place...... Wanxi, you and Chuxia are waiting in the car, we have found it, and we will call you up again. ”

Rong Yunxi nodded, didn't say anything thankful, but didn't mean to resist. Now that he is the Ninety-Five, it is not easy for him to be willing to do his best for a slave and maid. His kindness, she appreciated; His fault, she remembered.

When she said let's go, she always reminded herself not to indulge in it anymore. But the more this is the case, the more he can't erase everything from his heart. It seems that giving up is just a joke of self-deception.

The love of the past has been paid, such as the east water, into the sea does not return. All she can do now is make sure that she doesn't have to continue to pay. At this point, it can't go any deeper. No matter how deep it is, she and him can't afford it.

The emperor and Zhuo Jiu took two guards, untied their horses and rode up the mountain. After looking for an hour, I came down the mountain, and it can be seen that I searched very carefully.

Zhuo Jiu got into the car, and his resentment towards the emperor was obviously reduced a lot, and he said in a low voice: "Originally, the slaves fell in a few places, but Your Majesty saw it and felt bad. The slave knew that the feng shui of the imperial tomb was the most exquisite, and His Majesty had some understanding of feng shui, so he followed His Majesty and searched for a long time, and then found a vacant land on the top of the mountain facing south. ”

Rong Yunxi sighed: "It's rare that he is willing to do his best." In this capacity, it is indeed enough to be able to do this part. ”

Zhuo Jiu also sighed and didn't say anything more.

Throughout the ages, there have been countless masters who have wrongfully killed slaves, even if it is an ordinary person's family, there is nothing unusual, let alone in the palace? I have never seen a master unjustly kill a slave, and I have never seen a master willing to atone for this matter! What's more, His Majesty is willing to find a grave for a little slave and maid with this holy body and dragon body, I am afraid that it has never been seen in the past, what else can he complain about?

Thinking that it happened suddenly and quietly, isn't it reasonable that Your Majesty will have time to stop it in the future? His Majesty only thought that Concubine Bo Niangniang said the result, and the matter was over, Zhiqiu didn't even have a board, so how could he worry about his life? Could it be that Your Majesty can still send someone to follow Concubine Bo every day?

In the final analysis, it is really no wonder that Your Majesty is responsible for this matter.

"Boss, maybe you went in to carry Miss Zhiqiu?" Under the carriage, the two guards asked.

Zhuo Jiu jumped out of the car first, saluted the two guards, and said, "There are two adults." ”

"Yes, yes, you're welcome." Xiao Ji Dao.

Xiao Ji and Lao Lin raised their heads and feet, lifted Zhiqiu off the carriage, and then went to the cart that came out of the submarine that followed behind, jumped up and opened the coffin, and put Zhiqiu's body inside.

Zhuo Jiu said: "Niangniang, the road up the mountain is not easy to walk, Your Majesty means, let's squeeze and go to a carriage, only a carriage and a carriage pulling the coffin go up the mountain, leaving a carriage at the bottom of the mountain." ”

Rong Yunxi nodded, called Shangzhiqiu, and went to the carriage where the emperor was sitting together.

Rong Yunxi stepped on the car and was about to come up, when the emperor stretched out a hand to pull her. Rong Yunxi hesitated slightly, but still handed his hand to the emperor. He sat down in the carriage, but was silent.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, and the carriage is particularly difficult to go up the mountain, but while looking for the road, I finally reached the top of the mountain. It's just a little slower, but nothing big has happened.

Several imperial guards took a few shovels next to the coffin and began to dig a pit in the place chosen by the emperor to lower the coffin. At the top of the mountain in early spring, the cold of the land has not been completely alleviated, and the shovel is struggling. But fortunately, the guards all have some real skills, and their strength is naturally not small, and with the emperor standing on the sidelines watching, they naturally work hard. A large pit large enough to put a coffin, but in about an hour, it was dug.

At this time, it was almost dawn, and a morning star in the east was very bright.

The emperor glanced at it and said, "The time is just right, let's bury it." ”

"Yes." The guards answered, and went to carry the coffin.

Seeing that the coffin containing Zhiqiu was slowly falling into the deep pit, Rong Yunxi and Chu Xia's eyes were full of tears. Zhuo Jiu stood behind the emperor, crying silently.

There was a muffled "bang", and the coffin fell into the deep pit. The sound was not loud, but it seemed to be like a thunderbolt, which shocked the hearts of those present.

"Zhiqiu ......" suddenly cried, and Chuxia pounced out and threw himself on the edge of the deep pit.

Rushing out with the early summer, there is also Zhuo wine. Zhuo Jiu knelt on the edge of the pit and cried: "Zhiqiu...... I said I would marry you, and I will not lose my word...... When I have saved up enough money to build an ancestral tomb, I will take you back...... Stay here for a while, and I'll take you home......"

Looking at Zhuo Jiu with such sincerity, Rong Yunxi sighed with tears in his eyes...... Fortunately, Zhiqiu's love was not wrongly paid, and under Jiuquan, he can also be more comfortable.