The coffin is very wide, and there is room for two people to lie down.

He Lanyin fell inside, hugged Sang Ning, kissed her cold cheek, and closed her eyes and didn't move.

He's so tired.

"Brother Huang! Brother Huang! Come on! ”

My sister's voice is so noisy.

Helan Yin wanted her to be quiet, but she couldn't make a sound.

Gradually, the sound drifted away, and he completely fainted.

"Amitabha—"

When Jingchen saw this scene, he understood Feng Qiyi's words - this is indeed going to be buried earlier, otherwise, if there are so many scenes, the emperor's body will collapse.

The palace people carried the unconscious emperor to the bed.

Feng Qiyi once again took the pulse of the emperor, and took the opportunity to exaggerate: "Queen Mother, Your Majesty fainted because of excessive grief and temporary exhaustion. ”

The Queen Mother took the handkerchief and wiped her tears while saying: "The loss of love, such as the loss of an arm, the residual pain is endless, Your Majesty is so infatuated, it is not appropriate to touch the scene again." The burial of Sang Guifei should be carried out earlier. ”

This is very much in line with the heart of the finches.

Feng Qiyi looked at Jingchen and echoed: "The Queen Mother is wise." ”

Seeing the Queen Mother say this, Jingchen thought about Feng Qiyi's previous advice, and said: "The day after tomorrow is a good time." ”

The Queen Mother listened, thought for a while, and made a decision: "That's it." The hard work of the national teacher has worked. ”

"This is the duty of the minister."

Feng Qiyi bowed down, should get off the errand, and then looked at the princess and reminded: "The night is cold, the queen mother is old, princess, you better help the queen mother go back to rest earlier." His Majesty was deeply hit, and some queen mothers and princesses worked hard in the future. ”

He had a good point.

He Lanhui was also worried about the queen mother's health, so she helped her go back to rest.

After settling down the queen mother, she did not go back to her bedroom to rest, but went to the side hall of Yi'an Hall to rest.

After Yancui made the mattress for the princess, she saw her standing in front of the window, her expression was blank, as if she had something on her mind, so she asked, "The princess is still worried about Your Majesty?" ”

Helan Hui shook her head solemnly: "It's not all. ”

"Why is that?"

"For Feng Runsheng."

She didn't think of Feng Runsheng until this moment, the imperial brother vomited blood and fell into a coma for Sang Ning several times, if Feng Runsheng knew the news, would he be able to withstand this blow? He hasn't come over yet, obviously he doesn't know, and he was hidden by the Feng family, so does she have to hide it from him? Sang Ning is going to be buried the day after tomorrow, do you want to tell him? If he doesn't have time to see her for the last time, will it be a lifelong regret?

As soon as Yancui heard the princess mention Feng Runsheng, she knew what she was thinking: "Slave maid, look, Feng Xiaohou is no less affectionate than Your Majesty, if he fails to send Concubine Sang on the last journey, he should be even more sad and blame himself, right?" ”

Seeing her say this, Helan Hui asked, "Should I tell him?" ”

Yancui's lips opened, and she held back again.

She is a slave, and she really shouldn't talk about the feelings of these nobles.

Jingguo Mansion

Feng Qiuhua was also struggling with whether to tell his brother the truth.

"Click-"

The autumn wind and rain beat on the windows.

She had been lying down, tossing and turning, and she had not fallen asleep, and she would have listened to the sound of the window and had no sleepiness.

She couldn't sleep, so she sat up with her clothes on.

The maidservant who was keeping vigil saw her wake up, hurriedly lit the lamp, and stepped forward to serve: "Why did the girl wake up?" ”

Feng Qiuhua held his forehead, upset: "I can't sleep." I panicked. ”

She asked herself where she was walking and sitting, but in the matter of her brother, she had violated her heart many times, which caused her to be uneasy.

Jinxiu didn't know what was going on, and asked, "Good manners, why is the girl panicking?" Would you like to call a doctor to come and have a look? ”

Feng Qiuhua refused, and at the same time, hurriedly put on his clothes and got out of bed.

Jinxiu was puzzled: "Girl, this is?" ”

Feng Qiuhua walked out directly: "Go to Langyuan." ”

Lang Yuan is the residence of Feng Yunsheng.

She still can't rest assured of her brother.

Jinxiu hurriedly followed with a lantern: "Girl, slow down!" Be careful, girl! ”

Feng Qiuhua didn't seem to hear it, and hurriedly went to Langyuan.

Far away, I saw that the lights in Langyuan were bright, and the figures of the maids were scurrying around.

Feng Qiuhua's heart tightened, and he had a bad premonition.

"Stop!"

She shouted, and all the maids knelt down.

"Girl, spare your life."

"The girl is angry."

The maids kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Feng Qiuhua had a cold face and tried his best to stay calm: "What happened?" ”

Chun Xing, the maid who was in charge of serving Feng Runsheng closely, had a pale face, and said tremblingly: "Girl, the son, the son is gone." ”

It was late at night.

There was an eerie silence in the Yuesang Palace.

The palace people who were guarding the spirit were so sleepy that they were sleeping, and only the green branch was still kneeling in front of the coffin, burning the paper money numbly.

Suddenly, a burst of fragrance wafted into her nostrils, her eyes went black, and her body fell limp.

"Squeak-"

The doors of the temple were pushed open.

Feng Qiyi walked in, went straight to the coffin, looked at the sleeping person inside, and slowly stretched out his hand: "Sang Ning, Sang Ning-"

He muttered her name, his expression obsessive, his hand gently rubbing her face.

Her skin was cold and cold, with a cold jade-like feel, and she didn't feel a trace of popularity.

Is she really dead?

He didn't know either.

She was wounded by a poisonous blade and bled a lot, her body was already weak, and the feigned death pill was tantamount to poison to her sick and weak body.

Maybe she's really dead.

"If you die......"

He rolled over and fell into the coffin, hugged her like Helan Yin, kissed her cheek and her hair: "Sang Ning, if you die, don't blame me, you forced me to become a demon, don't blame the evil ghost for dragging you into hell......"