A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

He stopped his horse and picked up the bow on the horse's back with a slightly rough movement. His hands were shaking slightly with anger, and he drew the bow with determination.

His eyes were fixed on the white crow, as if he wanted to shoot it with an arrow to calm the anger and anxiety in his heart.

The hearse also stopped, and the originally heavy and slow progress came to an abrupt halt. The surrounding atmosphere instantly became more solemn, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The crow's voice changed at this time: "The national teacher is a bad guy! The national teacher is a bad guy..." The sharp cry echoed in the silent air, with a hint of provocation and mockery.

With a bang, a heavy object fell to the ground in the hearse. This sudden sound startled everyone present, and the Imperial Master was so frightened that he stopped the arrow he was about to shoot.

A trace of fear flashed across his face and he almost dropped the bow and arrow in his hand.

Xiao Si walked out of the hearse with her feet covered. Her childish voice rang out loudly in the cold air: "Ministers, officers and people of Dazong, please stand up! On behalf of the crown prince, I would like to thank you all for your kindness.

The prince is temporarily in a state of spiritual retreat, and will not be back until 49 days have passed. Please do not be sad, and use a festive ceremony to welcome our prince back home in triumph!"

"Ah!!!" Everyone exclaimed, their faces full of surprise and disbelief. Some people stared with their eyes wide open, their mouths wide open; some covered their mouths, afraid of screaming out loud; others whispered to each other, discussing this sudden change.

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be thicker and the cold wind was blowing harder, as if foreshadowing that something unusual was about to happen.

The white crow was still flapping its wings on the top of the hearse, making constant cries, as if protesting to the Imperial Master. The Imperial Master stood there, holding a bow and arrow, lost in deep thought, with mixed feelings in his heart, not knowing how to face this strange situation.

After hearing what Xiao Sizhe said, the Imperial Master was furious. His whole face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he shouted, "Xiao Sizhe, you are hopelessly crazy! This person has been dead for more than half a month. After the golden treatment time, even the Great Luo Immortal can't save him. Don't talk nonsense here to confuse people! If the emperor knows, I'm afraid you will be dead!"

The Imperial Master's eyes were wide open, filled with anger and threats, and he looked as if he wanted to eat Xiao Sizhe alive.

Xiao Sizhe waved his little finger, and the white crow flew towards the Imperial Master like an arrow from a bow. It was so fast that it was like a streak of white lightning.

The Imperial Master was horrified and hurriedly dodged, but he was still a step too late. His official hat, which symbolized his noble status, was accurately grabbed by the crow and dangled in the air, like a flying head, which looked particularly strange.

The Imperial Master felt a chill on his head and quickly reached out to protect his bald head. His panicked look lacked any of his usual majesty.

He shouted angrily, "Quick, shoot that bird down for me!"

His voice became sharp and piercing because of anger, but the horse under his crotch was reined in and whinnied anxiously. The soldiers looked at each other, and no one obeyed his order.

He pointed at the soldiers with his trembling fingers that looked like dead trees, and his voice was almost a roar: "You, you rebelled, you rebelled! I will report it to the emperor!"

Then he urged his horse hard and galloped towards the palace, raising a cloud of dust with his hooves.

As soon as the Imperial Master left, the scene immediately became quiet, so quiet that it made people feel uneasy. The originally noisy atmosphere was instantly replaced by an eerie tranquility.

Concubine Wan walked slowly towards the hearse, her steps were heavy and slow, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight. There was not much expression on her face, but her eyes were so deep that it was hard to read.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang carefully helped Concubine Wan onto the carriage, one on each side. Xiao Sizhe held her hand and led her to the coffin.

Everyone saw Concubine Wan standing in front of the coffin, looking at it quietly for a long time. Her eyes were filled with endless sorrow and longing, but also seemed to hide a hint of expectation that others could not detect.

Then, she slowly reached out to straighten her son's clothes and bedding, her movements so gentle that it seemed as if she was afraid of waking up the sleeping prince. After doing all this, she actually got off the carriage with a smile on her face. That smile made people shudder, and it was hard to guess what it meant.

At this time, the white silks draped over the capital city fluttered down like pale snowflakes. The sackcloths on the people were mercilessly blown off by the strong wind, fluttering in the air and rolling on the ground, forming a flying cloud.

The wind howled so hard that people couldn't open their eyes. It seemed like a grudge wind from the underworld that was going to mess up everything in the world. The entire capital was shrouded in a gloomy and strange atmosphere that made people shudder.

Emperor Yuxuan had long forgotten Eunuch Yan's advice. In his eyes, it seemed as if he came to this world just for endless enjoyment. Now that the border has been pacified and the country is firmly in his hands, he feels that there is nothing worth worrying about.

In Feiluan Palace, there were gasps and panting sounds, and the air was filled with lewdness. The quilt on the bed was in disarray, as if it had been ravaged by a strong wind.

The clothes on the floor were thrown randomly, in a mess, without any order. The decorations on the table had lost their former neatness, and the objects that were originally neatly arranged were scattered all over the place. The red wooden stool was tilted here and there, rolling around, as if it was also at a loss in this chaos.

Emperor Yuxuan favored the "good concubine" named Wu Qingren Cui. At this moment, she was leaning weakly on the bed like a pile of mud, her face flushed and moaning weakly.

However, Emperor Yuxuan continued his "beastly deeds" tirelessly, his face was full of indulgence and madness, his eyes were blurred, and there was a satisfied evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Your Majesty!" The angry and urgent voice of the Imperial Master was suddenly heard outside Feiluan Palace. The voice broke the lewd atmosphere in the room, like a thunderclap exploding in Emperor Yuxuan's ears.

"Rebellion, rebellion! They all rebelled!" The national teacher's voice was filled with endless anger and anxiety.

Emperor Yuxuan ended his "beastly act" angrily, and the expression on his face instantly changed from satisfaction to rage.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, and an invisible force sucked the dragon robe over, covering his body indiscriminately. He rushed out in anger without even wearing shoes, barefoot, and fiercely kicked the door open.

The Imperial Master was kneeling on the ground, and before he could raise his head, he was kicked to the ground by Emperor Yuxuan. Emperor Yuxuan's eyes were as big as copper bells, his eyes were full of anger, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he gnashed his teeth and roared, "Why are you so panicked? You disturbed my pleasure!"