The Dark Emperor's Pet Mark: The Arrogant Empress Loves to Play with Fire

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"Princess, you're here." When Uncle Cheng saw her coming, a look of sadness flashed across his face.

Bei Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to his yelling, but just came to the bedside and sat down by his bedside. His face was really pale, without any blood, and his lips were also black.

She slowly stretched out her hand and gently stroked his cheek, and there was a coldness under her palm.

"Why is your face so cold, is the quilt not warm enough?" Her hand followed his cold face to his chest, and her palm was gently pressed against his heart. [

The palm of her hand was peaceful, without even the slightest ups and downs. Her palm was pressed against his chest for a long time and did not leave until a drop of tear fell on his heart, followed by the second, third, and fourth tears. ...

Countless tears fell from my eyes, silently, not daring to make the slightest sound, as if I was afraid that he would be disgusted by him when he heard her cry.

She just recovered from the pain of losing her love affair, but she didn't expect that what greeted her was an even bigger blow.

One one one one one one one one one one one

Bei Xiaoxiao stayed by his bedside and refused to leave. She never slept or ate or drank. The people on the side watched anxiously, but no one could persuade her until she finally couldn't stand it anymore and collapsed.When she woke up, his body had already been encoffined.

The mourning hall was set up on the main hall, and she knelt in front of the coffin to receive the people who came to watch the ceremony.

Today is the day to build the coffin. Many people came, all of them were people from different schools of thought, whether they were princes or princesses, concubines, and generals. She lowered her head and burned the paper. It was like passing away, no one left a trace in her eyes.

"Xiao Bei." Just as Bei Xiaoxiao was burning the ghost paper, a pair of black boots appeared in her eyes.

"It's you." Following his feet, Bei Xiaoxiao looked up and saw a face somewhat similar to Yan Yu's. She let out a low cry with a sad face, and then looked away.

"It's me, your complexion is very haggard." Yan Xu bent down, reached out and raised her pale and haggard face, a pair of eyes somewhat similar to Yan Yu's looked at her face.

"Let go." Bei Xiaoxiao held the ghost paper in his hand, staring at him with dull eyes, this is the mourning hall of his third brother, how could he do such a disrespectful thing?