Love Addiction: Raising an Apprentice as a Pet

Chapter 250 Sikong's Funeral

In accordance with the fate of heaven, the emperor's edict said: The eldest son of the emperor, Sikong Yucui, is in the middle palace.Today, I suddenly passed away from an old illness, and I deeply mourn.His crown prince is specially restored, and his funeral is regarded as a prince's thicker, so please!

An impersonal imperial decree declared that Sikong's funeral was at least decent, and the phrase "regarding the prince thicker" could be regarded as a bit of comfort to him, but this person is gone, so what's the use of these things? ?

Changkong couldn't understand it. In the early court, he clearly didn't find any look of pain and weeping on Emperor Longxuan's majestic face, so he really didn't care, did he?

Thinking of this, Changkong couldn't help feeling unworthy for Sikong, no matter what, he has been favored for so many years, and he is Emperor Longxuan's favorite son, not one of them.

Three days later, it will be the day of Sikong's funeral, no matter what happened in front of him, the affairs behind him will be handled with dignity.

Before dawn, Changkong came to the Prince's Palace, but after he stepped into the gate of the palace, he didn't move any more. He felt that no matter what happened to this person in life, if he died, he would really be all over, extremely depressed.

At this time, Sikong's Prince's Hall is full of plain onyx. On the originally vermilion lacquered porch and aisle, except for the white, other colors have been covered up or smeared clean, and the entire Prince's Hall, the most completely white, is probably the one facing it. The main hall with this gate.

On weekdays, Sikong often received those cronies and ministers who wanted to make friends with him here. Now, on the huge main hall, on the huge plaque, a white chrysanthemum made of white cloth was hung high on it. The four characters "Dezhao Tianxia" on the plaque are more eye-catching and dazzling.

Under the plaque, there was a white curtain hanging down to the ground, dividing the entire hall into two, and his coffin was placed in the center of the main hall full of plain white, and it was extremely eye-catching together with the huge tablet. The person kneeling beside his coffin crying was actually just a young eunuch dressed in plain white, and those princes and princes who walked here frequently on weekdays were all gone.

"Fourth brother, why don't you come in?" Wankong's gentle voice suddenly appeared behind Changkong, which shocked him, and then withdrew his erratic thoughts, gathered his mind, and then turned his body and met him. Wankong.

"Brother Three Emperors." Changkong bowed slightly, saluted, and then there was no more sound, and Wankong was afraid that he had seen the scene inside, so he was also a little silent for a while.

The scene was awkward for a while.

"No matter what, come here, let's go in." Wankong sighed lightly, and walked in slowly with slightly heavy steps. He was dressed in a light gray brocade robe, which also showed some Very sad.

Changkong looked at his light-colored robe, and felt that it was indeed the most appropriate to wear a light-gray one. After all, this palace was a non-emperor's funeral, and white filial robes were not allowed, and this light-gray was indeed the closest in color. .

"Why don't you come here?" Wan Kong, who took a few steps forward, suddenly turned around, and a white brocade belt around his waist flew up, Chang Kong smiled contemptuously, and tightened the white brocade belt around his waist , walked forward quickly.

Just after they finished offering incense and praying, Fei Kong also came here. He was wearing a plain gray robe today, which matched the plain white onyx scarf around his waist very well. His face was not as usual. His smile, his eyes are calm and unwavering, he seems to be unsympathetic and careless.

Suddenly, Changkong's gaze shifted slightly, and he looked at Feikong's slender hands holding the incense sticks. That slightly trembling movement betrayed him.

After Fei Kong finished his salute, he stood up, and when he turned his head, he saw Chang Kong sizing him up. The expression on his face froze, but there was no such waiting time. Not saying a word, this seemingly endless silence, coupled with the whiteness of the entire hall, formed a suffocating depression and dullness, making it hard to breathe.

And just when Changkong felt that he could not hold on any longer, the sky turned white, a ray of sunlight pierced through the thick white clouds, and shone straight on the white palace. Finally, it was time to formally say goodbye to Sikong.

Because, although Emperor Longxuan said that Sikong Zhi's funeral was regarded as a prince's funeral, he did not order everyone to be buried. Therefore, except for the funeral procession with the unusually glaring white belt around his waist, everyone else has already slowed down. Dissipate slowly.

Is this the way people leave, the tea is cold, and the love is dead?What a realistic and helpless scene.Chang Kong felt depressed, turned his head, and saw Wan Kong and Fei Kong with the same bluish complexion. Perhaps, at this time, brothers are really brothers.

"Follow me." As soon as Wan Kong finished speaking, he stepped up and followed the funeral procession. Seeing this, Chang Kong also followed, and so did Fei Kong.

This was probably the only thing they could do for Sikong in the end.

And that emperor, that Emperor Longxuan, never came to show half of his face from the beginning to the end, he really is a good father and son.

"Are you complaining?" A pale blue figure floated in mid-air, faintly visible, and beside him stood a young man in a light royal-colored brocade robe. Upon closer inspection, it was the dead Sikong. .

"How to complain?" The corners of Sikong's mouth twitched slightly, feeling extremely helpless, he had seen through his father, and his ruthless and indifferent attitude was really an emperor.

It's just that the few younger brothers whom he didn't treat well in normal times were very sincere to him, thinking about his past actions, Sikong regretted endlessly.

"You can complain." Because of injustice, but also because of the injustice in my heart.The light blue figure was revealed, the cold and indifferent face showed no trace of emotion, like a wax figure, only majesty and power remained.

Resent it?

How could it be possible not to complain!The man he treats wholeheartedly is the real culprit who tortured him to death, but even so, he still hopes for his true feelings, but what about him?All he did was to write the imperial decree, and then what?

Sikong looked at Emperor Longxuan who was not far away, the ease and smile on his face, he couldn't hold back anymore, he felt that he was a fool, a complete fool, for taking the blame for so long, let alone let him love In reality, even his own shadow may be difficult to leave in his heart.

"I just ask that if there is an afterlife, it will not be born in the emperor's house." Sikong closed his eyes, bitter tears slid down his face, each word, though light, was extremely decisive.

Ling Yue's slightly cool eyes moved slightly to look at Sikong, and after a while, she slowly said: "Okay, I will allow you to live in peace and prosperity in the next life."

Afterwards, Sikong's figure slowly dissipated into a cloud of mist, and through the layers of mist, the serene smile on his face could be vaguely seen.

Long Chuan, Li Jie V, do you understand?Seeing the mist dissipating in the air, Ling Yue frowned slightly, thinking secretly.