The carriage moved slowly in the cold wind, the snow on the road had been swept to the sides, and the wheels that had been blown away by the wind creaked and rattled.

Yuemo, who was in the car, closed the curtain worriedly, for fear that the cold wind blowing in would hit Meili (身shēn). Just finished confinement, I really shouldn't go out in such a cold weather.

Meili's cold palms were wet and wet (hot rè) (hot rè) (hot rè) beads of sweat, she ...... I'm scared!

Because of the triumphant soldiers, the city of Chengde is busier than usual, and the sound of firecrackers will be heard from time to time, and many people will put up lights all over the city despite the cold.

When the carriage turned into the path leading to General Tuha's farewell, it seemed to have entered another world. There are no red lights and colored curtains, and the eyes are full of cold and fluttering white flags. Yonghyuk has been posthumously awarded the title of first-class general of Zhenguo, and the emperor specially ordered a grand funeral, and the memorial ceremony system was unusually improved.

When Miri got out of the car outside the gate, she was thrilled by the black and white colors in her eyes, and her heart was stiff and numb like ice cubes that had been broken after being frozen.

Yonghyuk's body had just been brought back, put into a huge coffin, and placed calmly at the top of the mourning hall, as if Fujin had cried and fainted several times, and when Miri came in, she had already seen her cousin (情qíng) calmly sitting in front of the coffin and burning paper money.

Meili thought that she would instantly pounce on her and scold and beat her, and she could now understand the deep feeling of the mother's loss of the child's heart, and in those moments she was worried that the child would leave her, the fear and pain had penetrated deep into her bones and blood. She can understand any move that Fu Jin does to her...... Even, she hoped that Ying Ru Fujin would scold her and beat her with disgust, although she also understood that she couldn't even compensate for her debt to Yonghyuk!

But Ying Ru Fujin just looked at her with distracted eyes and didn't say anything.

When she knelt down in front of the coffin and kowtowed sadly, Meili burst into tears, and her guilt was so strong that it made her desperate! She is an unforgivable person in front of Yonghyuk!

If it weren't for her, he could marry a daughter-in-law who would satisfy his parents, and if it weren't for her, this harmonious family would have gone to Fujian and Zhejiang to take office, and he ...... You can take your heart (love ài) wife to wander in the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River and live a peaceful and happy life.

It's all her!

His parents suffered the tragic loss of their son, and he died in the cold of Mongolia!

No! So young and handsome, he shouldn't lie in this dark and cold coffin! He had just turned twenty years old, and his life was just about to bloom in brilliant colors! It's because she's ...... What is left for this originally happy family is only sorrow, only death!

She knelt on the cold brick floor, without the strength to rise (身shēn).

Yonghyuk, he just left like this, how did he want her to face the guilt in her heart in this life?!

"You get up." Ying Ru Fujin's voice was so calm that it was almost hollow, and there was even a slight echo in the mourning hall where there were only the two of them.

Meili almost fell to the ground crying, she also knew that this was ugly, but she couldn't help it, she only had this strength left now. She was in too much pain, too desperate, and she wept like this before his spirit, and confessed her sins like this...... There is no other way.

"I hated you." Ying Ru Fujin looked at the paper money in the brazier that turned into ashes, and his tone was flat, "But I am also ecstatic for Yonghyuk's achievements in front of the battle, and I am very proud of him for becoming a general, and I am secretly glad that he has become famous." If Yonghyuk hadn't died, I'd ...... now I ...... now," she said, and smiled bitterly, "So, I don't hate you anymore." Life and death, honor and disgrace are all providential, and you don't have to blame yourself too much. Yonghyuk is gone, and no one or anything means anything to me. ”

Meili listened silently, amazed at Ying Ru Fujin's open-mindedness to death, until she said the last sentence...... The most (love) son is dead, and she doesn't even bother to hate her.

She felt this heartfelt grief even more desperately, she had committed suicide in front of Yonghe's spirit, and it was meaningless to his parents! Her faults cannot be remedied, and unless Yonghyuk comes back to life, her grief, her apologies, and her despair are meaningless.

"You ......" Ying Rufu Jin stopped moving, a glimmer of dying hope flashed in his eyes, "Can you tell me, that child, is Yonghyuk?" ”

Mei Lihun (身shēn), who was kneeling on the ground, shook convulsively, she knew that not only Jing Xuan was suspicious, but many people were talking about it, and now, even Yonghyuk's mother came to ask her for verification!

She didn't speak, not because of the embarrassment of this humiliation, but because she couldn't bear to tell the truth (情qíng).

Seeing that she was silent, Ying Rufu Jin smiled bitterly, and the last hope was annihilated. "Actually, I know, but I still don't give up! How I wish this child was Younghyuk......" Tears flowed down his faint smile, "Even if there is a hint of suspicion, my own son I know that he will run back to you desperately...... Perhaps, he will not die. ”

Miri's face was frozen with tears, if it could really be as Ying Fujin said, she would rather bear any sin, she would rather this child be Yonghyuk!

But......

She's all ruined! Fate made her lose nothing! Yonghyuk is dead, and Jingxuan refuses to admit the child. Ying Fu Jin's inquiry made her more and more creepy, and she seemed to have a premonition that contempt and rumors would accompany her children for the rest of their lives!

The people outside the door were in a hurry, probably because the guests came in too quickly, "Qing...... Qing Wangye's auspicious ......" has not yet fallen, and the tall and thin (quite tǐng) (身shēn) shadow has already entered the lobby.

Ying Ru Fujin's eyes had a complicated look, how could she not hate him?!

Miri still knelt down indifferently when she heard him coming, he was just angry that she came to worship Yonghyuk, beat her and scold her, or make a big fuss in the mourning hall, she didn't want to care about him. How else is he going to hurt her, whatever.

Jing Xuan's cloak was taken off at the door, and at this time he was only wearing a thin black brocade mourning dress, he had lost weight when he came back from the Mongolian front, and his originally fair skin had turned bronze, and he stood beside Meili (身shēn) and looked at Yonghyuk's coffin without a word, and his handsome face without a table (情qíng) looked particularly resolute in the bleak mourning hall of black and white.

Meili felt a cold wind fluttering in her ears, and his delicate clothes were frozen a little hard, and when he bent his body, he made a very clear rustling sound. He got on his knees! Kneel down in front of Yonghe Ling?!

She was so surprised that she unconsciously fell off the side of the cushion and had to hold her hands on the ground, and the cold stone bricks made her arms even more numb.

He didn't say anything, his eyes were deep and dark, and after the three kowtows, he didn't get up (body shēn), turned to Ying Ru Fujin, who was already stunned, and nodded his head again.

Meili's sun was about to burst open, tears rolled down, and for a short moment, she felt that he was as guilty as she was. He...... He must not have thought that Yonghyuk would be martyred in the war.

After he finished kowtowing, he got up neatly and decisively, and easily lifted her up from the ground.

She staggered and was dragged out of the mourning hall, and he paused and let go of her arm, and without the strength of his support and dragging, she shook and almost fell.

The white snow reflected the light very dazzlingly, and it made his black clothes extremely dignified.

He didn't look at her, "Go back!" He commanded briefly.

She was powerless to react.

He stood stiffly in the cold wind, silent for a while, and finally took her frozen hand halfway back (body shēn) and walked out slowly.

What else could he do?

Knowing that she was coming, he couldn't help but come, and if he could, he wouldn't want to face Yonghyuk's corpse again for the rest of his life. Can't, can't! As it is now...... He couldn't bear to hate her, he couldn't bear to blame her, he couldn't take care of dignity and pride, he still had to take her back.

"Chengyi's cemetery ......" he spoke softly, because she heard it very clearly because of the tailwind, "it was chosen on the outskirts of Chengde, and Ziqing's bones were also transported from the capital." ”

Her arms, which were already numb, trembled.

"It's warmer, I'll take you to see them."

He actually had a sense of sympathy for her, she was in pain because of the loss, and so did he! Past...... She and him, Cheng Yi Ziqing's happy and unpleasant teenage years, originally thought they had been forgotten, but now they are as clear as yesterday.

Her eyes stinged, two people who couldn't be together before their deaths, they could finally sleep with each other after death, perhaps, their (love ài) (情qíng) is continued by death. What about her and Jing Xuan?

Yes, she also remembered the past (日rì)...... Remembering the years when she was frustrated and bitter, she still sweetly chased after his (身shēn) shadow.

(chest xiōng) mouth was stuffy, and all kinds of (情qíng) emotions held in her heart instantly surged, she vomited, and a mouthful of blood spit on the snow was so red.

"Miri!" He was startled and held up her limp body.

The carriage back to the palace was extremely bumpy because of its speed, and Meili was weakly held in his arms, and she was so desperate that she even gave up on herself, her life, her (body shēn) body...... The hardships she had experienced and the hardships she was going to go through finally crushed her, and she suddenly wanted to throw her hands away selfishly!

She refused to think about the baby in the brocade quilt, she was so tired, so tired that her bones were crispy into slag, and she really couldn't support it.

"Beautiful Glass...... You can't die...... Don't die......" He whispered in her ear, as if to himself, and he was terrified, really frightened. He wanted to let her die countless times, but he didn't know until she really wanted to leave...... He can't let her go!

Yonghyuk is gone, and he doesn't even have the capital to blackmail her!

As long as she doesn't give up, who is she thinking in her heart, her indifference, her resentment...... He confessed it all, and he endured it!

The blood, the blood that gushed out of her pale body, splashed into his heart! He didn't know when she was already so deep in his heart. If she is dead, he will no longer be the arrogant and indifferent Qing Wangye.

"You're dead, kid...... I will send him down with my own hands to accompany you. ”

He (Yin yīn) was cold and ruthless, and only he knew how helpless and pathetic it was to play all his cards...... As long as she doesn't let go, no matter what she doesn't let go...... All good!