Zhu Lan is dead

"How is it?"

The night wind rolled the curtains, snow fell all over the sky outside the house, and the high gate and palace walls were covered in silver.

Someone moved his lotus steps lightly, his white clothes hadn't been taken off yet, looking at the deep eyebrows of the person in front of him, he unconsciously lowered his voice, "It's over."

There was a silent smile in his eyes, "How is Zuo Yi?"

A Yan quietly raised her head and glanced at the man, "I have already sent someone to take it down, I wonder if I still have to follow the original punishment and exile..."

"Of course." Zhou Lixiao said resolutely: "But...send someone to find a suitable time to kill him while he is in exile."

"Yes."

After a while, the night wind was blowing high, and there was a sound of branches beating against the window sill outside the window pane.

The oil flower in the wick made a series of crackling sounds slightly, and the brows and eyes were reflected deeply, as if showing some shadows, Zhou Lixiao raised his head slightly to look at her and said, "Why? Is there anything else to say?"

A Yan spoke out cautiously, with some speculation and anxiety in his tone, "Your Majesty, the prince..."

Zhou Lixiao suddenly laughed and said, "Hmph, are you worried that you will show your tail and be cut by Yu Changqi?"

"..."

"What are you afraid of? Even if he knows, how dare he attack you so easily?"

She couldn't help smiling wryly in her heart, she wasn't afraid of what would happen if she was found out, even if she was killed with a stick or cut alive, she would admit it.

The only thing she was worried about was how Yu Changqi would treat her. When she thought of being betrayed and monitored by a person who had been with her for more than ten years, she found it unbearable, let alone Yu Changqi. itself?

I don’t know when I changed my mind, I completely forgot what kind of existence I was staying by his side, I always felt that I was more and more wrong, and I did all kinds of immoral things, but I just begged others to stop Come to resent her and punish her, this face, how come it has become so hateful now?

Trembling her eyelashes, A Yan said duplicity: "The servant is not afraid of life and death, but only worried about the prince..."

"You're superstitious." Zhou Lixiao couldn't help sneering, "He's being forceful. Do you think a mere woman can overwhelm him?"

"..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't want women who don't obey women's morals. He has been by my side for so many years, but I still don't know anything about it. You should take a good look at your prince now, and don't let him provoke those shameful things again!"

"Otherwise, I'll take you as a questioner!"

The tone of the last sentence that was deliberately emphasized became serious, and the invisible majesty seemed to make Ayan unable to straighten her waist, and her body trembled subconsciously.

Trembling, "Yes..."

*

The next day's frost and snow hit the branches and tangled them into a ball. The chirping of birds rang out in the sky. Today, there is no snow or sunshine.

Before dawn, the heavy dusty door was pushed open, and a pitch-black coffin was slowly lifted out. Flags were erected in all directions, the wind stopped, and the surroundings were silent, as if the world was sinking.

Today is the day of Lin Cijing's burial. The obituary has not been announced, and the sacrifice ceremony has not been carried out extensively to cover the crimes she committed. If the family members' crimes are unforgivable according to the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the anti-complicated memorial service will be discarded, and the large-scale sacrifice will be avoided. The burial is a small coffin, and the coffin is taken out to the ancestral temple for burial the next day.

"Oh, what kind of crimes have you suffered these years?" The women who accompanied him couldn't help sighing.

She was originally an old man in the palace, and she had been ordered to deliver meals to the princess. Although she always knew about the affairs of the prince and concubine, she couldn't help but feel it was a pity.

The coffin was placed heavily on the ground, since the funeral seat was in the west, and many people erected it as an inscription, to write the memorial speech or relatives cried at the same time, the flames simmered in the charcoal basin, and the burned coins were yellow. The watch was also reduced to ashes little by little in the flames.

The whole hall was silent, except for the slight cries and sighs, there was no more noise, as if worried that the woman would be too forgetful and disturb the silence, the young man beside him couldn't help saying: "Don't make too much noise, if Is it bad to disturb the living souls in the mourning hall?"

The woman couldn't help being startled when she heard the words, "Don't talk nonsense, this, people can't be resurrected after death, where does the soul come from?"

The young man smiled, "When the soul comes back, the ritual is a funeral. Although the ancients paid attention to mourning death with funeral rites, they also paid attention to the meaning of summoning the soul and moving the corpse, not to mention the tragic death of the honored lady, you are not afraid..."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about it!" The woman's heart tightened, and her hair stood on end, "I just feel that it's a pity that this year's age is unknown. After these things happened, Madam is usually a good person, but it's just that now But you can't even have a decent funeral..."

"It's something that is hard for people to talk about, and it would be a bad thing to say less." The young man said in a soft voice, and then he tilted his head and shook his fan with a smile, "What's more, you woman has no conscience. It's not pitiful, not to mention a person who has suffered a bad reputation for no reason, and now he has become a widower for no reason. Now, he is so angry that he has no place to vent, but he has to attend the funeral. Poor, poor ..."

He intentionally lowered his voice but raised his tone, looking at the person in front of him with peach blossom eyes, he couldn't help but click his tongue behind his back, this ancestral temple is small, like Qi Yifu, he stood in front of the coffin in mulberry white, It has been three hours since it moved like a mountain.

If the master doesn't speak, those who go with the funeral can't act freely. Those who should cry will continue to cry, and those who should sing will continue to sing. A good funeral is performed in a rigid and dull way. If I had known that I shouldn't Cheng was talking fast for a while, and came to attend this kind of ghost funeral. The dead cannot be brought back to life, they just need to be buried directly after death, but doing a bunch of tricks that others can't understand is extremely troublesome.

Originally, I just wanted to come and see this person, and I planned to say a few words of comfort to comfort him. After all, I haven’t seen him for a long time, so I should miss him a little bit. However, since Lin Cijing died that day, Yu Changqi’s whole person seems to be closed to himself. He didn't say a word, no matter what he said, it was useless, it was more arrogant than hearing the wind.

It's just that the deliberately elevated tone still failed to bring back Yu Changqi's sanity, and after a while, he couldn't help curling his lips helplessly, as if venting his anger, he then remained silent.

However, this suffocating status quo was quickly broken, and a sound of scattered footsteps could be heard from outside the door, and then a woman dressed in plain clothes came in with some hobbled steps, her face was pale and her eyes were circled. She was black, and although she was pale and haggard, many people present recognized her at a glance.

This person is Lin Cijing's biological mother, Ci Junyun. Since she parted ways with Ci's family, she married Lin Fu and gave birth to a son and a daughter. Presumably Ci Junyun and Lin Fu's husband and wife must cherish Lin Cijing's love and affection like treasures on weekdays.

It's just that now that such an accident happened, the woman who had always been gentle and quiet and reticent couldn't help becoming a little irritable, losing her family etiquette and upbringing, and crying in front of the coffin.

"Ma'am, get up quickly, you won't be able to recover if you hurt yourself in the cold..." The panting maid who followed behind hurriedly threw herself in front of Ci Junyun, her immature face seemed to be filled with sorrow .

Ci Jun didn't care about it, and cried for a long time and couldn't help but saw Yu Changqi who was standing silently by the side. There seemed to be a flame burning in his heart, and there was no reason left in the burning, so he got up and threw himself in front of Yu Changqi, grabbing He slapped his hand in the lapel and wanted to go down.

The young man standing at the side saw that something was wrong, and was just about to step forward to stop it, but another strong hand grabbed Ci Junyun's wrist, his pair of handsome eyebrows remained unchanged, "Madam, respect yourself."

Ci Junyun is a woman after all, his strength is no match for a grown man, thinking that he is no match for his strength, so he stood where he was and began to sneer.

The young man stood aside, watching from the sidelines and wanting to laugh. This woman is worthy of being Lin Cijing's biological mother. The mother and daughter are invincible in sarcasm, but you begged for mercy without revealing a single dirty word.

It's just that Yu Changqi is still as indifferent as a piece of wood, while Jin Yuanyi is strong but clumsy. He can't talk poorly, so he can only watch the woman pointing at his prince's nose and cursing.

*

"You just bullied the lord because you can't be as quick-spoken as you. You've been talking about it for a while. Now that you are talking non-stop, do you think you are reciting scriptures to save your daughter's birth?"

A laugh echoed in his ears, Ci Junyun was cut off, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Looking over in a blink of an eye, he saw a young man approaching, with peach eyes like autumn water, hairpin clothes and clothes, although his appearance looked decent and outstanding, But that frivolous but cynical look really made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Ci Junyun glared at him, "Which family do you belong to? How dare children interrupt when adults talk?"

The young man smiled, narrowed his eyes, and put the handle of the fan on Yu Changqi's shoulder with one hand, "I belong to his family, and I just watched you bully my elder brother. If my younger brother doesn't come to help If you do it, won't you be accused by outsiders of stealing from others?"

"you……"

Before the words could be uttered, there was another sound of footsteps outside the door. Everyone followed the sound, and saw Lin Jiangzhuo walking in with a dark face, and stretched out his hand to pull Ci Junyun over, "Mother, it's not appropriate to get angry today. , let's go home first..."

But Ci Junyun shook off his hand, "Your sister's body is not yet cold, and today a shameless person came and made her restless. You, a brother, don't want to seek justice for your sister, but you still..."

"Mother!" Lin Jiangzhuo watched her face suddenly change, but his tone softened, "If you really think about Ci Jing, then leave here quietly first, and it's not too late to talk about other things when everything is over? "

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yu Changqi with a hint of meaning, then turned his head and said to the maid beside him, "You, take your wife back to settle down, if you make such a mistake next time, I won't spare you !"

The little maid answered yes tremblingly, and then pulled Ci Junyun out who was still angry.

"Oh, I didn't know that the husband of Wu Guanhou's family would come to participate in the funeral of my younger sister?" Lin Jiangzhuo smiled with a strange expression on his face, "It's really an honor."

As if he didn't hear Lin Jiangzhuo's ridicule, the young man laughed twice, "You're welcome, but I didn't come to see your sister, and I only came to the capital to reminisce about the old days. Who knows what is going on today? Unfortunately, I just heard that your sister is in funeral, Mr. Lin is in mourning..."

"..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Jin Yuanyi, who had been standing aside without making a sound, finally couldn't help but tugged on the boy's sleeve, "You will die if you say a few words?"

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I feel that my writing skills can’t keep up with the plot recently. I may want to be salted. If you mind, please pat T^T (Hold the dog’s head tightly jpg.)