Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Seventy-seven and forty-nine death knells, one after another, echoed in the palace, floated into the sky, and spread in all directions.

All the palace lamps in the palace were put away and replaced with white palace lamps. The white flags were hung up in the East Palace, and the palace attendants changed into plain clothes.

Zhao Xiyan was soaked in the rain, and she was wearing a red princess dress before, which was not suitable at this time, so she had to quickly change into plain clothes.

She confessed to Queen Su, went to a side room, and changed into the plain clothes that the hosta hurriedly found.

"Where did you get this plain clothes?" Zhao Xiyan asked the hosta in a low voice.

The hosta replied quietly, "The slave went to Concubine Su and borrowed a plain clothes." Then, he sighed in a low voice: "Concubine Su cried to death, and when the slave went, Concubine Su had already fainted twice."

Zhao Xiyan was silent.

The pain of losing a loved one, no one knows better than her.

Su Huan is not a smart person, and he has a lot of careful thoughts. But her affection for the prince is real. The death of the crown prince, Su Huan didn't know how painful it was.

This is not the time to sigh for Su Huan. Zhao Xiyan settled his mind and said in a low voice, "Let's go! I'm going to guard the Queen."

The mourning hall of the East Palace was set up within an hour.

The prince's body was carried into a coffin made of ebony. Queen Su lay on the coffin, her eyes swollen from crying, and her voice hoarse from crying.

Su Huan, who was dressed in white, fainted from crying and fell to the ground, woke up from being pinched by the palace people around him, and continued to cry.

All the ministers are kneeling in the mourning hall, Queen Su is the prince's mother, Su Huan is the prince's side concubine, and it is just a matter of refusing to leave the mourning hall. Zhao Xiyan, as the prince's brother-in-law, is actually a little embarrassed. It's just that Xu Jing is far away in Qinghe County, so she has to stay here instead of Xu Jing and send the prince on his last journey.

Zhao Xiyan silently stayed by Queen Su's side.

This night, no one slept peacefully inside and outside the palace.

Master Murong Yao, who had been kneeling outside the East Palace for a whole day and half of the night, seemed to have been forgotten by everyone. Obviously, so many people entered and exited the East Palace, but no one looked at their father and son.

The light rain turned into a heavy rain, constantly hitting the soft armor on his body. Rain slid down his face.

Murong Shen didn't reach out to wipe the rain, just knelt straight and straight.

Listening to the mourning and crying coming from the East Palace, Murong cautiously lowered his voice and said, "Father, the third sister has fallen into a catastrophe. The emperor will never spare her, she has only one way to die. Our Murong clan will also be affected by her. What are we going to do? Can you just sit back and die?"

The cold rain could not extinguish the fire in Murong Yao's heart.

Murong Yao's eyes were like a cold pool, and his lips moved: "Shut up! Kneel here, waiting for the emperor to fall!"

Everyone was in the mourning hall, their father and son kneeling outside the East Palace, and there was heavy rain. It's as if you're isolated in a world.

Murong Shen didn't stop talking, and turned his head to look: "Under the emperor's anger, if you want to kill the Murong family, your father will also be killed?"

Murong Yao stared at Murong Shen fiercely, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Shut up!"

Murong Shen did not dodge, and looked at his father at a stalemate.

Bang!

A bolt of lightning struck, and the gloomy sky seemed to have been split open by lightning.

In just a short moment, it illuminated Murong Shen's eyes full of ambition, and also illuminated Murong Yao's gloomy and cold face.

The heavy rain fell in the middle of the night and did not stop until the third watch.

The candles in the mourning hall were lit all night.

Queen Su cried in the mourning hall all night, and finally couldn't stay up at dawn, and her body fell limply. Fu Zi was busy holding Queen Su's left side, while Zhao Xiyan was holding Queen Su's right arm.

"Niangniang fainted with excessive sadness," Fu Zi cried intermittently all night, her voice was hoarse, and she barely squeezed out a few words: "The slave helped Niangniang to rest for a while."

Zhao Xiyan said in a low voice, "I will help Niangniang rest with you."

Even though Fu Zi was full of grief, she couldn't help but look up at Zhao Xiyan at this time. net

This night,

Zhao Xiyan accompanied Queen Su in the mourning hall.

From beginning to end, Zhao Xiyan barely spoke. Queen Su cried bitterly, and Zhao Xiyan silently wiped her tears for Queen Su. Queen Su cried and fainted, but Zhao Xiyan still waited silently.

People who are immersed in pain and tears understand the taste of having someone around them to rely on.

The two of them helped Queen Su to walk a few steps, and suddenly heard a dull loud noise behind them.

Boom!

It was as if something exploded in an instant.

Zhao Xiyan was startled and turned his head suddenly.

"Oh no! Concubine Su committed suicide by hitting the coffin!"

In front of the prince's coffin, a white figure was lying. It was the crown prince's side concubine Su Huan. The splash of blood on the coffin was shocking.

Everyone was stunned by this scene, and no one made a sound for a while.

"Come on, go to the Imperial Doctor. Don't touch Concubine Su, wait for the imperial doctor to come." Zhao Xiyan ordered sharply. The stunned palace people immediately received the order and quickly ran out of the mourning hall to announce the imperial doctor.

Fu Zi's heart was pounding, and she whispered urgently: "The slave maid is waiting for the queen to rest, and Concubine Su is here, there is Concubine Lao."

There are countless concubines and beauties in the palace, but there are few who are really of grade, and Fu Zi has never seen it in her eyes. The female dependents in the East Palace are only Su Huan and Murong Yan. Murong Yan drugged the prince to death and was imprisoned in a prison. Su Huan has now hit the coffin again.

In Fu Zi's eyes, in addition to Queen Su, only Zhao Xi's appearance in front of him can be trusted.

Zhao Xiyan nodded and called a palace person over. After Fu Zi and the palace people helped Queen Su to leave, Zhao Xiyan walked quickly to the mourning hall.

The palace attendants who surrounded Su Huan got out of the way one after another. Zhao Xiyan squatted down, and his gaze fell on Su Huan's bloody forehead.

Su Huan was determined to be martyred, and this collision exhausted his strength. His forehead was almost smashed, and before he could breathe for a while, he opened his eyes and smiled at Zhao Xiyan.

This laugh is more ugly and heartbreaking than crying.

Zhao Xiyan's nose was sour, and his eyes were red: "You wait a minute, the imperial doctor will be here soon."

"Don't save me." Su Huan spit out three words intermittently, staring at Zhao Xiyan with the last of his strength: "Let me go with my cousin."

Tears quickly rushed out of his eyes.

Zhao Xiyan's mind flashed the scene of Xu Jing being killed by an arrow in her previous life, at that time, she was in great pain, and she just wanted to go to the underground of Huangquan with Xu Jing.

"You live well," Zhao Xiyan held Su Huan's hand, and his voice choked, "The prince must not want to see you like this."

"In this world, the person who loves the prince the most is you. If you are gone, who will always remember the prince in the future?"

"So, you must live well. Live for a long time with the prince's share. You will always remember Him, and He will always live in your heart."

Tears appeared in Su Huan's eyes.

The heart seemed to have been hit with a heavy hammer and turned into powder, and even the strength to hurt was gone.