my princess boy

Mu Xianyi was indeed dead, and Ling Xuetang checked her breath with her own hands to confirm that the death was correct.

At that time, Ling Xuetang seemed to be at a loss, the movement of reaching back her hand became funny, her head was still shaking slightly, like a person who was extremely cold, struggling to resist the severe cold.

In the end, amidst the low sobs of the maidservants, he said in a low voice, as if talking to himself, "It's fine to die... It's fine to die."

Everyone in the Princess Mansion thought it was boring when a happy event changed to a funeral. On the contrary, Emperor Tianqi gave Mu Xianyi a great honor, and specially asked the Ministry of Rites to draw up an article to posthumously designate Mu Xianyi as Prince Zhuang Xiang. , Jiajia has trouble and said Xiang, they all praised his patriotic ambition of leading troops to fight against Dai Viet. Although he failed, his ambition is commendable.

In fact, Emperor Tianqi was just for those old ministers and survivors of Beiqi to see—you see, how much kindness I have shown to your former prince. He led troops to fight against us, and I treated him so kindly. Surrender to Zhen, surrender to Dai Viet?

Indeed, many former Beiqi officials praised Emperor Tianqi for his generosity and kindness, but they never thought about whether Emperor Tianqi paid much attention to Mu Xianyi's illness when he was alive or seriously ill—of course, maybe they It was very clear in his heart that Emperor Tianqi was just putting on a show, so they did the same, and they could use Mu Xianyi's death to give each other a step down.

Since Emperor Apocalypse issued a decree, Mu Xianyi's funeral was naturally extremely grand, and the funeral would be held for seven days before being buried.

Ling Xuetang never visited it once. He handles the affairs of various places in the central area of ​​Beizhili every day, and there is no day off. Once, Emperor Tianqi came here specially and said to him:

"Go and guard Mu Xianyi's spirit for a day. After all, he is your former wife. Besides, let's show it to the people of Beiqi."

But Ling Xuetang looked down at the ground, and said expressionlessly: "I don't have anything to do with him anymore, even if he and I hold a marriage ceremony, it's still a concubine's house, and there's no reason to guard the spirit of a concubine's house."

Emperor Tianqi stared at him for a long time, seeing that there was really no trace of grief on his face, as calm as if a stranger had passed away, so he gave up, saying: "Since that's the case, it's up to you."

Ling Xuetang lowered her eyes and said nothing.

Before Emperor Tianqi left, he said: "I have been in the Northland for a long time, it is time to return to Lin'an, and the North will be handed over to you. You must handle the affairs here well, and don't let me down."

"Yes, thank you, my father, my son will definitely live up to my father's high expectations!"

Emperor Tianqi smiled and left very satisfied.

Ling Xuetang watched his back slowly go out, his breathing suddenly became rapid, and his stiff hands were clenched into fists little by little—he seemed to be enduring something, it seemed that he was enduring to the extreme, even the veins on his neck were bulging It's terrible.

Those black eyes were full of bloodthirsty killing intent, piercing and sharp, like a wild beast that had been driven to a desperate situation, and was brewing some earth-shattering killing plan.

It was already midnight.

In the mourning hall, a pair of white candles are burning on the altar, and the white curtains are hanging on both sides of the hall, hanging down quietly.In front of the hall was a black coffin, which hadn't been closed yet. Mu Xianyi was wearing the prince's auspicious clothes, sleeping in it with the same features and features as before.In front of the coffin were two maidservants dressed in linen and mourning, weeping softly, burning paper money in the brazier.

Ling Xuetang wore a dark red prince's uniform and walked slowly into the mourning hall. He said to the guards behind him:

"I'm going to add a stick of incense. You are a stranger, so don't follow me in."

The guard hesitated for a moment, nodded yes, and retreated into the night.

Ling Xuetang went in, picked up three sticks of incense, and was about to light the fire, when she heard a female voice with deep hatred:

"Your Highness is already dead, what are you doing here?"

He turned around and looked down, only to see Luan Jing and Nuan Yu in sackcloth and filial piety staring at him furiously, seeing him looking at them, Luan Jing said again:

"Ming Wang, before His Highness died, he left a last word that he would never marry you as a concubine. Now that you appear before his spirit, it is to make him feel uncomfortable even after death. You should go back!"

Ling Xuetang curled her lips mockingly: "I know he hates me, and you hate me too."

Nuan Yu couldn't help it anymore: "You know why you're still here! You're still dressed like this... Do you think His Highness's life is not hard enough, and you still want to disgust him after death!"

"I want to know, what else did he say before he died?" Ling Xuetang asked without answering.

"Before he died, he asked sister Luanjing for a longevity lock, saying that it was given to him by his son-in-law, and that he wanted him to live a long life, saying that he would live a long life... He said that he would never marry Yuwen. Ye, he was born as Ling Xuetang's man and died as Ling Xuetang's ghost. He also said that after death, we want us to bury him in the concubine's tomb. Even though he knew that the concubine's tomb was empty, to him, there was His destination is where his son-in-law is!"

"I still remember that when I saw the plum blossoms last year, the cousin of the Lou family brought chestnut sweet cakes. The cousin thought he had never eaten it, and sent it like a treasure. He took two bites and remembered that you bought him chestnut sweet cakes. He gave a son-in-law cry and cried unceasingly... Later, he had a dream about you and ran to the cemetery, and saw that the events in the dream matched the reality, thinking that you had knowledge from the spring, so he hugged the tombstone and cried desolately... ...I remember all these sad things one by one, but what were you doing at that time? Be your glorious king of Nanyue Ming! Yu Wenye, you are disloyal, ruthless, shameless, and more Not my lowly slave!"

After Nuan Yu finished cursing in one go, she shed tears first, and began to cry softly.

"Is...really?" Ling Xuetang turned her head away and looked away, her voice trembling, she laughed, and said, "I really don't know about these things."

Luan Jing stepped forward to support Nuan Yu, gave him a cold look, and said, "Go back, everyone is dead, what are you talking about?"

Ling Xuetang turned her head away and stood there in a daze for a long while before turning around, her eyes were strange, her voice was also strange, and she asked, "Where's the Longevity Lock?"

Nuan Yu scolded: "You don't want to mention it! His Highness didn't hold it when he was dying, and fell off the bed and broke!"

After hearing this, Ling Xuetang laughed sarcastically: "It really should be broken... People are gone, so what's the point of longevity?"

"Go back! Don't let His Highness see you!" Nuan Yu's reprimand was louder.

Ling Xuetang didn't care about her, went around, walked to the side of the coffin, supported the edge of the coffin with both hands, and looked at Mu Xianyi carefully - he looked like he was alive, how could he look dead?

But tomorrow, together with this coffin, he will be buried in the soil forever and ever. The mud will be eaten away by ants, and his flesh, bones and blood will turn into rotten soil together. In this world, there will be no more his wife Mu Xianyi.

When he was in South Vietnam, how many days and nights he could think of Mu Xianyi's lively face when he opened his eyes, how much he wanted to go back to Beiqi, tell him that he was still alive, how much he wanted to hug him with his own hands, Hold him in your arms, like holding your most cherished and cherished child...

How many tossing and turning nights, dreaming of Mu Xianyi in a daze, dreaming of him folding flowers under the tree, dreaming of him hanging out the window to make up, dreaming of him riding on a horse, smiling heroically at himself...

"Go back, go back..."

This sentence, he heard the corner of his heart say thousands of times.

The hand supporting the edge of the coffin tightened suddenly, so tight that it seemed to penetrate the coffin, crushing the coffin to pieces.But in a moment, Ling Xuetang let go of her hand again, turned around and left quickly without looking back.