Lin Yuanxiao did not take the opportunity to escape, and no people from the rivers and lakes came to make trouble, everything went smoothly as expected. He was still indifferent, and let everyone tie his hands behind his back and send him to the tomb with the empress's ice coffin.

The huge and heavy iron door of Empress Zhuang's tomb closed slowly, and then it was sealed by the fiery red molten iron, and all the people who were buried for Empress Zhuang could no longer escape from Empress Zhuang's tomb.

Zhuang Mengdie watched all this happen coldly, although she pretended to be reluctant to the mother emperor, but a stone in her heart finally fell to the ground.

Since returning from King Yun's Mansion that night, Zhuang Mengdie has not slept a peaceful night, once she remembered that Lin Yuanxiao could sneak into the heavily guarded King Yun's Mansion unconsciously and put a letter next to the pillow of King Yun, who was not weak, she had been worried that Lin Yuanxiao would appear in her mansion one day and put the cold long sword on her neck.

Now that Lin Yuanxiao has really buried Empress Zhuang, she no longer has to worry that Lin Yuanxiao will sneak into her mansion, and she doesn't have to be stared at by Lin Yuanxiao's eyes as cold as a sword.

Empress Zhuang, the Empress Zhuang who she used to please in every possible way, but was left out in the cold, pushed into the icy lake and fell into the root of a disease, she finally died at her hands, she finally slept in the ground forever, and she could finally stop hating her.

Removing the cage in my heart turned out to be just a moment.

Lin Yuanxiao has already buried Empress Zhuang, Zhuang Fuyao's death is not far away, no one can stop her from becoming the empress of Tianxuan Kingdom, what she wants will finally be firmly held in her hands.

Although Zhuang Mengdie shed two lines of tears, the corners of her mouth uncontrollably hooked up a trace of curvature......

It wasn't until she felt someone's gaze falling on her that she suddenly restrained the smug smile on the corner of her mouth and turned her head to look in the direction of the source of her gaze.

The gaze that fell on her was from Zhuang Feiyu, Zhuang Feiyu frowned slightly, there was no superfluous expression on a handsome and elegant face, he had been standing not far away and looking at Zhuang Mengdie, and there was a complexity in his star-like eyes that Zhuang Mengdie couldn't understand.

At noon in late autumn, the sun was also scorching, and everyone returned to the imperial city with the scorching sun in a mournful music.

On the way back, the white paper flutters with the wind, sprinkled with the red and bright maple leaves along the way, this autumn, the scenery is very different, as if a snow fell in late autumn, the snow and the maple leaves blend, red and bright, white and deep.

Before halfway back, Zhuang Mengdie and Zhuang Feiyu deliberately fell behind the funeral crowd.

Watching the funeral procession gradually move away to ensure that no one could hear their conversation, Zhuang Mengdie grabbed Zhuang Feiyu's sleeve and said quietly: "Why did the second emperor brother look at Mengdie with such eyes?"

Before Zhuang Feiyu could answer, Zhuang Mengdie sighed lightly, his eyes closed slightly, and he said sadly: "Mengdie knows, the second emperor must think that Mengdie is a cruel person, although General Lin did not die because of Mengdie, but I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me, and Mengdie only knows that it is difficult to escape the blame." ”

Zhuang Feiyu was still silent, he didn't know what to say at this moment. Lin Yuanxiao, the general of Lin, and his father Sima Jun were from the same family, although they were brothers, they were like siblings, and even closer than siblings.

Sima Jun died because of the people of the Sima family, and the people of the Sima family were indifferent, but Lin Yuanxiao was able to complain about Sima Jun, knowing that he was powerless to recover, he regretted that he was not able to keep Sima Jun, and left the imperial city from then on and hid into the rivers and lakes. Although Zhuang Feiyu never said anything about this feeling, he had to keep it in his heart.

When he was young, Lin Yuanxiao treated him like his own son, and he respected women in Tianxuan Country, and his daughter was more valued than his son, but Lin Yuanxiao was not like this, he taught him his swordsmanship, and he didn't forget to leave him with delicious and fun things, and even when he had a dispute with Zhuang Fuyao, he was also on his side.

Later, his father passed away, and General Lin also disappeared into the rivers and lakes, he never heard from General Lin again, let alone saw him, but he didn't expect that when they met again, they were already on opposite sides, and he saw General Lin end up so tragically today.

Zhuang Feiyu did not regret standing on Zhuang Mengdie's side, nor did he regret helping her ascend to the position of the empress of Tianxuan Kingdom, but this did not mean that he would not feel sad because of General Lin's fate.

When the molten iron was pouring the imperial tomb, the sneer at the corner of Zhuang Mengdie's mouth was full of ambition and incomparably proud, which made Zhuang Feiyu couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

In Tianxuan Kingdom, no one knows Zhuang Mengdie better than him, Zhuang Mengdie seems weak, seems to be pitiful, and does not seem to be keen on power, but Zhuang Feiyu knows that in Zhuang Mengdie's sick and thin body, there is an indifferent and resolute heart, she wants to hold Tianxuan Kingdom firmly in the palm of her hand, so as to make up for the neglect and harm that Empress Zhuang has given her over the years.

Before Empress Zhuang died, Zhuang Mengdie was under the care of Zhuang Feiyu's wings, and she was still careful to restrain her ambitions and emotions, and now, the stumbling blocks that blocked her steps have been almost removed, and she no longer has to hide or disguise.

Zhuang Feiyu didn't know that Zhuang Mengdie's acting skills were superb, but he never thought that Zhuang Mengdie in front of him was also unreal, and now, he suddenly felt that he didn't know Zhuang Mengdie as he imagined, and between Zhuang Mengdie and him, it seemed that something was suddenly separated out of thin air.

Seeing that Zhuang Feiyu didn't say anything to herself, Zhuang Mengdie didn't say anything more, she silently lowered her head and walked beside him.

Zhuang Feiyu was upset, and he didn't know where to run until he heard Zhuang Mengdie's cough, first one or two light coughs, and then, her cough became more and more intense.

Zhuang Feiyu came back to her senses and saw the pain on Zhuang Mengdie's face, she bent over slightly, coughing so much that her shoulders and back were shaking, as if even her lungs were about to be coughed out by her.

Seeing Zhuang Mengdie so uncomfortable, Zhuang Feiyu finally put aside his troubled thoughts that he couldn't figure out, picked up Zhuang Mengdie's knees, picked her up horizontally, and walked quickly to a tall maple tree on the side of the road.

The tall shade of the trees covered the scorching sun, and only a little dappled light and shadow flowed through the dense branches and leaves, Zhuang Feiyu reached out and rubbed his vest for Zhuang Mengdie, who was coughing red.

Zhuang Mengdie was helped by Zhuang Feiyu, and her cough finally eased slightly, she reached into her arms, took out the white jade bottle she carried with her, poured out a pill in the palm of her hand, put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

After about half a pillar of incense, Zhuang Mengdie's cough finally stopped, and her face gradually returned to normal, but with a little tiredness.

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