People want to face trees and bark, Zhan Xinglan's shameless words made this group of people who wanted to see her lively stunned for a while.

"Princess Ling, you!"

"Yuan Zhan, Yuan Dalangjun ended up like this, and this princess also deeply regrets. The past grievances and grievances have been written off, and Yuan Zhan doesn't need to thank him."

Zhan Xinglan had a regretful expression on his face.

When he left the mourning hall, he still muttered: "It's easy to walk all the way, Yuan Dalangjun, I hope that in the next life, you can be a fair and upright gentleman."

Zhan Xinglan's expression and tone vividly embodied the four words yin and yang.

Originally, she still felt a trace of guilt, but now it seems that she is too worried.

Could it be that Yuan Mingzhe's death will erase all the wrong things he has done in the past?

What's more, the reason why Yuan Mingzhe died was because he ran away without authorization, and it wasn't she who killed Yuan Mingzhe.

These people don't know what they're arrogant about.

Zhan Xinglan walked and stopped suddenly.

She turned to look at the courtiers who had just chewed on the base of her tongue.

"I don't know if a few ladies know that there is a saying called reversing black and white, if you think that this princess is wrong, we might as well go to Hanyuan Hall to confront each other. It's better than all of you fighting here and being indignant, but you can't be as good as this princess."

"No, you don't have to."

"Oh, too. After all, His Majesty favors His Royal Highness King Ling, even if the palace confronts each other, His Majesty is on our side. Alas, it is a pity that you have a righteous heart, and if there is an opportunity in the future, this princess will definitely convey your opinions to Your Majesty."

After that, Zhan Xinglan walked down the steps with a harmless look on his face.

The faces of the middle-aged women behind him instantly turned pale.

They were just quick to talk for a while, and they didn't expect Zhan Xinglan to reply on the spot.

Zhan Xinglan left the crowd under the stunned gaze of the crowd.

Seeing this, Zhu Huan held back a smile and stepped forward to help Zhan Xinglan.

Twisting his face, Zhu Huan hurriedly asked:

"Princess, didn't you just say that these people are all the family members of the prince's close ministers, and you can't get any benefit from talking to them on this occasion."

"If it's just them chewing their tongues, don't you see that even Yuan Zhan is energetic? If I don't react, they'll be soft persimmons for everyone to rub."

"The princess is domineering."

"Shhhh

"The servant knows."

The master and servant walked on the path muttering, and they were far away from the little guy who led the way in front.

The little guy saw the prickly appearance of Zhan Xinglan in every sentence, and he didn't dare to urge Zhan Xinglan, so he could only stop and go, and as soon as he saw Zhan Xinglan follow, he immediately buried his head and walked forward.

It wasn't until he led Zhan Xinglan to Fu Xuanlin that he touched the sweat on his forehead and quickly retreated.

Fu Xuanlin and Zhan Xinglan sat down with a group of courtiers in the flower hall.

This is also the etiquette of long-cherished condolences.

It can be regarded as adding popularity to the funeral owner's family.

Although Yuan Mingzhe was guilty, most of the people who came to mourn were well-known figures in the capital.

"Hey, Yuan Dalangjun is pitiful, he ...... at a young age."

"If I knew this, Yuan Zhan should have discussed his relatives for Yuan Dalang earlier. Even if you leave a son and a half daughter, it's better than having no blood now." Chinese Net

The dead are gone, and the living are just for show.

Among the people present, a few of them are really good friends with Yuan Mingzhe.

When Yuan Mingzhe was condemned, these people avoided it. Even on the day he was assigned, they did not send him off.

Now that people are dead, they are pretending to be here.

Hypocrisy!

But so it is human nature.

And at this moment, at the gate of Qinzhou City-

One of the guards stopped him with his sword with a look of disgust

The beggar who was about to leave the city.

"Hey, where did you come from, Hanako! If you want to get out of the city, you can show some sincerity, and Lao Tzu will let you out."

It's called Hanako's gray face, and her whole body is black. The only tattered shirt on his body was almost to the point of being unclothed.

"Asking Hanako for money, it's really not as good as calling Hanako."

"Hey! You little Hanako dare to talk to Lao Tzu like this!"

The guards kicked Hanako away, as if kicking a disgusting piece of garbage.

told Hanako to fall to the ground, clutching her chest and shouting in pain.

The guard tried to rush up to make up for it, but was stopped by another guard.

"Okay, okay, because of the violent death of Yuan Zhan's son recently, Song Thorn Shi is about to go crazy, you'd better not cause trouble at this juncture."

The guard who did it thought that he really couldn't find himself unhappy, so he patted the dust on his body and said impatiently:

"Hey, Hanako! This time it's your fate, Lao Tzu spared you. Don't get out of here!"

"Get out of here!"

Seeing this, Xiaoyao Huazi hurriedly covered her chest and crawled out of the Qinzhou City Gate.

Qinzhou is southern, and the weather is as hot as a hot summer day at noon.

Little Hanako ran all the way to an unnamed lake outside Qinzhou City.

I plunged into it.

The cold water of the lake suddenly wrapped tightly around his head.

"Poof! Whew!"

He lifted his head and breathed heavily.

The water washed the dirt off his face, revealing his original appearance.

"A little city guard dares to shout at me, and I, Yuan Mingzhe, have fallen to this one day! Zhan Xinglan! Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!"

Yuan Mingzhe slammed his fist into the soft ground.

Half a month ago, in Beiyingli, Qinzhou——

A stout man with a wattle struck the bloody, flesh-and-skin soldiers on the ground in front of all the soldiers.

"You're all going to do it for me! Lao Tzu made it clear, in the northern camp of Qinzhou, no one can go out alone! Don't care what your family background was in the past, what your power was, when you enter Beiying, Qinzhou, Lao Tzu is the sky! Against the will of God, this is the end!"

The soldier on the ground was beaten twice before he spurted blood from his mouth and died of convulsions.

This is already the sixth person Yuan Mingzhe has died since he came here.

It was the first time he had grown up and felt what it meant to be "brutal".

The man whipped the corpse several times in succession, then threw away the thorn strip in his hand and beckoned at Yuan Mingzhe.

"Hey! You! Come here! Go and throw him into the woods and feed the wolves!"

"Yes."

The dead are much heavier than the living.

Yuan Mingzhe wasted a lot of effort to carry the person up.

Outside the northern camp of Qinzhou is a forest, a place where you can't even escape.

Yuan Mingzhe threw the body in a mass grave and ran away.

This is the rule for transporting corpses.

Because if you are a little slower, he will not be able to run.

Because of this, Qinzhou Beiying is never afraid that someone will run away.

The purpose of escaping is to live, but escaping in this place has only one ending, and that is death!

But as soon as Yuan Mingzhe ran back to Beiying, Qinzhou, he was met with a violent beating.

"Pigs and dogs are not as good as things! Running back so slowly, I want to die!"

Yuan Mingzhe was beaten and curled up on the ground, rolling back and forth.

The whip rained down, and this was the first time Yuan Mingzhe had been beaten like this for no reason.

Instead of being beaten to death, it's better to fight!

It was this decision that allowed him to successfully escape from the devil's cave on a rainy night.

Yuan Mingzhe looked at the sparkling lake and couldn't help laughing wildly.

"Hahaha! Heaven will not kill me, let me meet a drunk and lost named Hanako."

"Zhan Xinglan, Lao Tzu swore a poisonous oath that if he could come out alive, he would kill you with his own hands. You wait, I won't let you go!"

Zhan Xinglan, who was thousands of miles away, suddenly sneezed twice in a row.

"Chirp! Tweet!"

Zhan Xinglan arched his nose and asked suspiciously, "Cold?"

In the evening, the people who came to mourn left one after another.

Yuan Zhicheng was like a lost soul from beginning to end, motionless, like a corpse.

But as soon as Fu Xuanlin and Zhan Xinglan came out, Yuan Zhicheng immediately raised his spirits.

"Yuan Zhan, this king and the princess have taken their leave. People can't be resurrected from death, so please take care of your health."

"Ling Xiang Your Highness, rest assured, the old minister will definitely take good care."

Yuan Zhicheng's eyes were cold, and his cloudy eyeballs seemed to reveal a sense of hatred.

"Farewell."

Fu Xuanlin saw all this in his eyes, bowed his head indifferently, and then left the Yuan Mansion with Zhan Xinglan in his arms.

Zhan Xinglan whispered as he walked, "Husband, Yuan Zhicheng's expression is not quite right, he doesn't want to avenge his good son."

"Lan'er should not leave the palace in the near future, so as not to be plotted by others."

"Well, Lan'er knows, and the prince should be more careful."

Watching Fu Xuanlin and Zhan Xinglan get into the carriage and walk away, Yuan Zhicheng's eyes became even more ruthless.

Wang Ying'er has been doing a day's play, and she is extremely tired.

Seeing that Yuan Zhicheng didn't have the slightest intention of wanting back, she hurriedly held Yuan Zhicheng's hand and said:

"Let's go, husband, you've been tired all day, let's go back to the house to rest."

"Zhe'er died a miserable death, how can I sleep peacefully?"

"Husband, although Zhe'er is dead, we still have Yi'er. Life must go on, we should look forward, and Zhe'er doesn't want to see her husband so sad."

Yuan Zhicheng suddenly looked at Wang Ying'er coldly.

"What did you say?"

"I, what did I say? Don't look at me like that, husband, I'm afraid."

"My Zhe'er's bones are not cold, and you want me to look forward. Wang Ying'er, you are so ruthless!"

As soon as she heard this, Wang Yinger immediately said aggrieved:

"Husband, I'm just comforting you. Could it be that when Zhe'er died, we who were alive would also go with him? Don't forget, husband, you said it yourself at the beginning, you just don't have him as a son, let him die. Now that he's really dead, he's pretending to be a good father and a loving father here!"

Smack-

A crisp and loud slap fell on Wang Ying'er's face.

"Yuan Zhicheng! You beat me!"

"I'm the one I'm beating you!"

"Yes! The son is dead, and now he doesn't even want a lady, right? If you want to fight, kill me!"

The two were at war in the mourning hall without a coffin.

Yuan Shuyi, who heard the sound, hurriedly blocked in front of Wang Ying'er.

"Father, my son knows, your eldest brother has passed away, and you feel uncomfortable. But no matter how you are, you shouldn't hit your mother! Since hearing the news of her eldest brother's death, A-Niang has been busy with Zhang Luo's funeral, and she also cares about her eldest brother in her heart."

"Yi'er! You don't have to say any more, now your father doesn't have us in his heart. Tomorrow, we'll move out of Yuan's Mansion to live!"

"A-Niang, why did we move out of the Yuan Mansion?"

"Here we will only be looked down upon and humiliated. It's better to walk away than to be wrongfully killed! Walk! Go back and pack up your salutes!"

"A-Niang, A-Niang......"

"Stop!"

Yuan Mingzhe shouted at Wang Ying'er and Yuan Shuyi.

"I won't leave until Zhe'er is buried! After that, I will write a letter of resignation and break with you from now on! I don't want to see you two dead stars again!"