The imperial concubine, she murdered with beauty

Chapter 431 The light goes out when people die, and it is safe to go to the ground

Everyone knew that Yan Chen would definitely be reluctant to part with Ye Wanwan. The two were about to get married soon, but such a thing happened, but they never thought that Yan Chen would be able to get married in such a short time.

Not to marry her with great fanfare during the day, but to marry her alive and dead at midnight.

He didn't deceive himself when she was alive, he admitted that she was dead, but even if she was dead, he would marry her.

Under the great sorrow and grief, it is easy for people to lose their minds, collapse and decadence, but his pain is silent, there is no trace of depression and sadness, but it makes people feel pain at a glance.

When faced with unbearable pain, people always run away, become confused, collapse and lose their minds, but he doesn't. He bears these pains rationally and calmly, and is more awake than anyone else.

It was like tearing the fatal wound with one's own hands, watching the bleeding from the wound expressionlessly, but the silence was terrifying.

Ye Shaoyang's knees softened, kneeling in front of the coffin, his head slammed on the ground, and tears fell directly from his eyes.

"Sister, it's my brother who's sorry for you." Husky choked and sobbed.

If it wasn't for his marriage, how could Wanwan come back to the Ye family. She hadn't lived in the Ye family for so many years, but she was willing to stay for him that night.

It's all because he is an ineffective brother. He has to let his sister take care of him, worry about him, and finally die because of him.

It's all useless to him.

Lin Xiao didn't know how to comfort Ye Shaoyang. He was not to blame. At this moment, he was afraid that he wouldn't listen. He felt guilty and blamed himself. No one could persuade him.

He reached out and patted his shoulder: "Today is the big day for Wanwan and her brother-in-law. She will laugh at you if you cry so hard."

It would be nice to laugh at him.

Ye Shaoyang was in so much pain that he knelt there for a long time and didn't want to get up, but Yan Chen seemed to think that he didn't exist.

In the end, it was Lin Xiao who pulled Ye Shaoyang away. Yan Chen didn't hide now. They could come at any time. Instead of crying here, it's better to go back and do something.

The next day, they came with their belongings, and there were no extra people, so they called Liang Mingyue and Wu Yu, as well as a few maids who served Ye Wanwan.

Seeing this coffin, even if they tried to deceive themselves, they had to recognize the reality, Ye Wanwan was really dead.

Liang Mingyue and Wu Yu wiped their tears next to each other, Qingsha and Dongyu hugged each other and cried.

Yan Chen seemed to be unable to see them. Sitting on the futon in front of the coffin, he was still wearing the red wedding dress from last night. The color that should not have appeared in the mourning hall became the most striking color here.

He held a wooden plaque in his hand, and wrote stroke by stroke: The Spiritual Statue of My Wife Yan's Ye Wanwan.

No one dared to go over to disturb them, put incense and pay homage, and guard here together.

"When a person dies, the lamp goes out, and it is safe to enter the earth."

For the first time, Lin Xiao felt that his words could be so cruel. They were still wearing wedding clothes. They had such a good relationship. A few days ago, they were together all the way.

Buried in the ground for safety, and buried, only a handful of loess remains.

Not to mention Yan Shen, even Ye Shaoyang couldn't accept it.

But everyone is dead, and naturally they have to be buried, so they can't keep it like this forever.

Yan Chen did not deny the fact of Ye Wanwan's death. He didn't have much reaction when he heard this. He looked up at them and said, "Dawn will break in three days."

He had been optimistic about the time, and did not resist the burial of Ye Wanwan.

Ye Shaoyang and the others wanted to stay here, but Yan Chen didn't want to, so he married Ye Wanwan, he just wanted to stay with her and let them take a look at Ye Wanwan's face. Keep them out of the way?

Forcefully drove away Ye Shaoyang and the others, Yan Chen got up to look at Ye Wanwan, those dark blue eyes only fluctuated when they saw Ye Wanwan, it was no longer a pool of stagnant water, just filled with Love is even more heartbreaking.

He caressed her face lightly, not caring about the biting icy cold on her body, and greedily looking at her 'sleeping' appearance, he knew that his time was running out.

He looked forward to the day he married her every day, thinking that they would have many, many days after they got married.

She has always been lazy and does not move well, so he will hold up the sky and let her nest under his protection in peace; she does not like going to Beijing, and after she gets married, he will make arrangements to accompany her to the place she wants to go. .

Accompanying each other forever.

He thought so much and made so many preparations, but he never thought that she would suddenly leave him.

How cruel is fate.
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In the evening, several uninvited guests came to this small courtyard.

Dressed in plain clothes, light and low-key, it turned out to be Emperor Zhao Zhuo.

Mu Feng didn't know whether to let people go or stop them.

Didn't hear Yan Chen rushing people, and finally they went in.

Zhao Zhuo actually didn't believe that Ye Wanwan was dead. They were all looking for the whereabouts of Yan Chen and Ye Wanwan. Ye Shaoyang and their actions were not concealed enough, and it was easy to know what they did.

But even now that he appeared here, he still didn't believe it, he just thought it was Yan Chen's game, but he didn't know why he used Ye Wanwan's death as an excuse.

Surrounded by bright red satin and happy characters, it was supposed to be a festive place, but there were coins and soul sails mixed in, happy events and funerals merged, and Zhao Zhuo saw it for the first time in his life.

He glanced around casually, and his last gaze fell on the most eye-catching coffin in the hall.

Is Ye Wanwan really inside?

When Zhao Zhuo arrived, Yan Chen didn't respond until he walked in and put his hand on the lid of the coffin.

"Don't touch her."

Yan Chen opened Zhao Zhuo's hand and knocked him back several steps with one palm.

"emperor."

Lin Zheng was going to help him, but Zhao Zhuo stopped him, holding his heart and standing still, looking at Yan Chen, his eyes fell on the coffin: "Is she really inside?"

Yan Chen didn't answer, Zhao Zhuo took a deep breath to calm himself down: "What do you want to do?"

"I have put down the matter of proposing marriage. I also wish you all the best when you want to marry her. She is kind to me. As long as I am on the throne, I will definitely protect her glory and wealth. I can swear that I will never be detrimental to her. Why would you let her play this kind of drama?"

As an emperor, Zhao Yan felt that his words were humble enough. Yan Chen must have known what he was thinking, but he didn't do anything, he had already retreated to such a point, but he still didn't want Ye Wanwan to stay. Is it in front of him?

Yan Chen stroked the coffin lid, the lid was not fully closed, but he could see his bride just by bowing his head slightly.

His emotions were not as agitated as Zhao Zhuo's, and he was as calm as death after his grief.

"What are you? Who in this world deserves to lie here and lie to her?"

Zhao Zhuo didn't speak, and Lin Zheng took a step forward: "We don't want to believe that Madam has passed away. It's not to cause trouble by coming here today, we just want to know the truth. I beg your Excellency to let us see Madam."

(End of this chapter)