Chu Ling asked softly.

Yun Chaomu stood there, her black hair flying in the wind. Her eyes were moist for a moment, and her heart was complicated and filled with pain.

"Very good, thank you A Ling."

she whispered.

How could this not be a good place? Surrounded by mountains and water, facing away from the sun.

But she was originally a girl from the Yun family, but she could not enter the Yun family's tomb. Even though she did not have a husband, she could not be buried with her husband.

How ridiculous?

"I'll dig it."

Seeing that Yun Chaomu was in a bad mood, Chu Ling knew what she was thinking and that she must be very upset, so he made a prompt decision and went forward to dig a hole. Along the way, the little monk followed him with tools in his hands.

Yun Chaomu stood there without moving, watching Chu Ling dig the pit bit by bit.

Fu Zhao stood aside and didn't say anything, but his eyes were always on Yun Chaomu's face. Looking into her clear yet sad eyes, her pain and sadness almost solidified.

It was also at this moment that his speculation became more serious. Maybe Miss Yun was not dead, but just changed her appearance, and it was Meng Qingge who died... ?

But he had no evidence and did not dare to ask rashly.

It is also because of the master he is loyal to now, King You!

What would King You do if he knew that the person who saved him four years ago was not Meng Qingge, but Miss Yun who had used a disguise or changed her appearance in some unknown way? Between him and King Han...

Fu Zhao pursed his thin lips and shuddered.

Originally, there were many procedures for burial, but Yun Chaomu's case was special after all, and there was only one corpse, so there were no such things as strict requirements. After Chu Ling dug the pit, she slowly walked forward and put the corpse wrapped in her coat into the pit.

She buried herself.

My eyes are a little wet and blurry.

"Bury it in the soil."

She stood up, facing the wind, and spoke softly.

Everyone was in a heavy mood. This corpse represented her tragic death and past experiences. She knew it, and Chu Ling knew it too.

The two siblings' eyes were very red.

Fu Zhao stepped forward, wanting to help, "Let me do it."

Chu Ling shook his head, "No, I want to come in person."

He buried his sister's body personally, and told himself that his sister had been murdered long ago. If it weren't for this inexplicable encounter, he and his sister Amu would have been separated by death long ago.

Chu Ling covered the first pile of soil.

But suddenly, there was a noise at the foot of the mountain, like the sound of a fight.

Yun Chaomu frowned slightly, but heard Chu Ling say, "Sister, you continue with your work, I'll go down and take a look."

"Need not."

Yun Chaomu said softly.

At this time, Fu Zhao also spoke up, "The prince has ordered the secret guards to follow, and anyone causing trouble will be stopped. Let's finish the current task first."

Fu Zhaodao.

Yun Chaomu paused. She didn't expect that Di Wuming hadn't shown up in the past two days because what she said that night made him give up. However, she didn't expect that he had made arrangements behind the scenes and let the secret guards follow her. So she asked herself why Fu Zhao suddenly appeared.

Yun Chaomu felt complicated.

She didn't say anything, and her long hair fluttered in the mountain breeze.

She squatted down and covered the second pile of soil.

The third soil cultivation...

Until the corpse is no longer visible.

Her eyes were red, and although she tried her best to control her emotions, she still couldn't help but tremble.

She finally buried herself.

Her short, hasty life full of lies.

How sad.

"Master Fu, these are Prince Han's men, they are coming up!"

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