Qingyue lived in the small courtyard for three days, and went to the city gate every morning and afternoon to see if the inventory was lax and whether there was a chance to go out. The body has basically recovered, and I heard that tomorrow is the day of the funeral of the crown prince and the crown princess, and the whole city is under martial law, and the four doors are not opened, and the whole country mourns. I thought: "I'm going to the funeral tomorrow to see if I can see my sister for the last time", I prepared filial piety clothes and robes in advance, and longevity and longevity belts.

On the morning of the fourth day, Qingyue was still squatting in the courtyard, and when she saw the woman coming out, she stammered: "Aunt-aunt-aunt", it has been a few days, and she still feels very twisted when she screams.

"What's the matter?" The woman was smiling.

"I'm going out to do something today, so please leave it to you," Qingyue said.

", the child won't be taken care of by me one day!" After a while, the woman asked, "What are you going to do?" Going out of town? You've been watching the city gate for several days, and you can't get out today, and the city gate won't open. ”

"It's not out of the city," Qingyue replied, and didn't dare to say anything else.

"By the way, it's time for you to pay the room fee today, where's the money?" Women have to be right.

"I don't have five taels of silver on me, can I pay you twice as much when I find a way to get the money?" Qing Yue Nuo said.

"No! Who knows when you'll get the money, get out of the way if you don't have the money. As he spoke, he turned around and was about to go back to the house.

"Wait a minute," Qingyue stopped the woman, and then said, "Can you bet the things to you?" ”

"What's that?" The woman turned back.

Qing Yue took out the jade wrench given by the prince and handed it to the woman, according to the preciousness, this is the most expensive thing on Qing Yue's body, according to the importance, the importance of the wrench is far less than that of several other things. So I decided to use it as a mortgage for the house fee, and at this time I could use it to keep the princess safe for a while, and it was also a place to use it, and I had the money to redeem it in the future.

When the woman saw the wrench, she was shocked, and the hand that took it trembled a little. Instantly, as usual, "This thing doesn't eat or drink, what's the use, I'll take it first." As he spoke, he tucked the wrench into his arms.

"This is the relic of the child's biological father, please be sure to keep it, and it will be redeemed and returned to the child in the future," Qingyue instructed.

"Okay, got it. What the hell is this squat! As he spoke, he stepped on and kicked at Qingyue. Didn't kick, left.

At that time, Qing Yue really wanted to do something with her, not because of that kick, but because she wanted to know how this woman's kung fu was. But given the current situation, it was not yet time, so it was abandoned.

After breakfast, Qingyue changed into a white dress and white shoes, covered her face with a white veil, and made a small burden for the condolence behind her, tight and neat. Hide the silver spear and the silver whip in the West House and don't bring it, because the silver spear is too long and a little eye-catching, for fear of attracting attention, and the silver whip is useless to bring it, and it won't be used. Besides, this time, Qingyue just wanted to see the last side of her senior sister, she could see it, and she didn't force it if she couldn't see it, and she didn't want to do it.

went to the Westinghouse to see the child, and said to the woman, "I'm going to run an errand, come back as soon as possible", the woman was slightly surprised to see that he didn't bring a weapon, and nodded her head in response.

Qingyue walked straight to the funeral place of the crown prince and the crown princess, and after walking for less than an hour, she saw the huge spiritual shed built in front of her, and there were many people near the spiritual shed, some were guards, some were servants, some were officials, and some people were gathered around, making a lot of noise. Qing Yue frowned when she saw this scene, and the things behind her senior sister were so unclean, which made him very unhappy. He found a place to put on his filial piety clothes, and wanted to blend in with the servants and enter the mourning hall to see his senior sister.

Qing Yue bent down and walked in after a servant, but when she reached the mourning hall, the servant turned around and went to do something else, and did not go in. He had an idea, picked up the wreath next to him and walked inside. Because people wear almost the same clothes, they are all filial piety robes, and there are too many people, and no one knows anyone. Considering that he was a servant, he did not hinder him.

The mourning hall is very spacious, and the open space on all sides is large enough to accommodate hundreds of people. There is a wide black lacquer coffin in the middle of the mourning hall, in front of the coffin is the spiritual seat of the prince and the princess, and then there are more than a dozen maids kneeling on both sides to burn paper money, and in front of the maids are more than a dozen monks chanting sutras, and Qingyue saw that the abbot in the temple before was also among them.

Qing Yue bent over to the coffin with a wreath, and when she saw the senior sister in the coffin, tears instantly burst out of her eyes, her head rested on the coffin, her hand grabbed the coffin fiercely, and she strongly controlled her sobs and trembling. He wanted to reach out and touch his sister, but he was afraid of staining the last cleanliness of his sister, so he took back the hand that reached out to his face. I thought to myself: "Senior sister, the child is very good, don't worry, I will take care of her." Tears poured down her cheeks and chest.

Qingyue was less than nine years old and followed Fang Hua's senior sister to practice martial arts, read, play, and fight, and lived together for nearly eight years.

It stands to reason that his unusual behavior should have been discovered a long time ago, but none of them are from the Prince's Mansion, they are not very attentive to things, they do their own things, they just deal with errands, no one notices him, and even if anyone notices him, they are not willing to meddle in their affairs.

"Prince Di has arrived!" Someone shouted.

The inside and outside of the mourning hall were instantly quiet, and everyone automatically separated from each other and made way for them. Qingyue hurriedly walked around the door from the periphery, and before she reached the door, Prince Di came in, and he could only kneel down with everyone and say "See the prince" in unison. The prince came straight to the coffin, respectfully put on three sticks of incense, and stood there looking at Mo Fei for a long time, except for "don't blame me" I really don't know what he said to the prince Mo Fei in his heart.

"Lord, the time has come, it's time to cover the coffin," said the person in charge next to him.

"Good," the prince replied.

"Cover the tube!" With a loud shout, four people came over, lifted the lid of the coffin onto the coffin, and covered it. The movements are slow. Here the monks began to chant loudly again. As soon as Qing Yue heard the word "cover the coffin", tears couldn't stop pouring out, he knelt there, covered his mouth with his hands, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his head was about to touch the ground. The sound of the tapping of the soul slamming nail seemed to pierce his heart, and he couldn't help himself.

After sealing the coffin, Prince Di turned around and prepared to go out, and when he looked around, he suddenly saw the figure kneeling at the back near the gate trembling slightly, which made him feel shocked and even more happy. His expression was as usual, he didn't deliberately look there, but no matter where he looked, the figure was always in his eyes. After a while, he slowly walked out of the mourning hall, called Dong Hu to his side, and explained a few words softly. With the honor guard of the spirit left.

The coffins of the crown prince Mo Fei and the crown princess Fang Hua were transferred by the honor guard to the imperial tomb for burial. Qingyue waited for Prince Di and the coffin to leave, and then got up with everyone and prepared to leave, but when she just walked to the door, she was stopped by Jingwei. Said: "The prince has a life, the master in the temple recites hard, you can go back to the temple to rest first, and the rest of the people go to the palace of King Di to wait, there must be no mistake." ”

"Di Wangfu——, Modi recognized me? I never looked up, I didn't see my face, I shouldn't recognize it. So why go to King Di's Mansion? There should be no shortage of these servants in the house. Rush out? There are too many Jingwei, and there are no weapons in their hands, so it is simply impossible. What to do? Try not to reveal your identity first, follow them, and act when the opportunity arises. Qing Yue thought about it and stood behind the crowd.

The remaining dozen servants in the mourning hall stood in two columns, with two groups of Jingwei walking beside them, four people in front of them to open the way, and a few people in the back, firmly surrounding these dozen people in the middle, and there were patrolling squads nearby not far away.

"What is this for? Why do you look at it so strictly, only a dozen servants, not so much? Qingyue was puzzled.

"You're not going to drag us to kill our heads, are you?" Two of the maids muttered worriedly.