God needle ugly princess

Chapter 1 Hijacking Princess Feng's coffin 1
The autumn wind blows, the night is cold, and the cold moonlight shines on the solemn and solemn Prince Feng's Mansion. Even if there are thousands of bright lights shining on it, it still can't hide the sadness that pervades the entire palace.

White, looking around, the entire palace cannot distinguish other colors except for the combination of white and black.

When the servants in mourning clothes walked through the main hall of the palace, everyone's faces would show grief, and then they bowed respectfully to the mourning hall three times before leaving reluctantly.

In the main hall, from time to time there were low wailing sounds, which made the hearts of the listeners tug together. Looking around, there was a well-crafted coffin parked in the huge mourning hall. The maids, the crying sound came from their mouths.Everyone's eyes were swollen like walnuts, and the tips of their noses were red and purple. Obviously, they had been crying for a long time.

Right in front of the coffin, sat a somewhat sloppy man with a decadent spirit, but seeing him holding a wine glass in one hand and stroking the painting on his leg with the other, his lifeless eyes were full of grief: "Yuan'er, my little Yuan Son, you come back, come back to this king, as long as you come back, this king will promise you that I will never throw face at you again, and I will never hide from you again, please, come back, come back..."

He is Si Youguo, the king of the night who is known as the cruel and bloodthirsty king—Feng Wang Yiming. It is hard to imagine that the man who is as handsome and extraordinary as a god in the legend, would now act in such a different way. The image of him kneeling in front of the coffin and weeping bitterly, his black hair was disheveled, his eyes were dull, his beard was unshaven, and his clothes were wrinkled. The four men turned their faces sideways one after another, and the majestic men also shed sorrowful tears at this time.

It was late at night, and the bitter cold wind was beating against the open windows, as if it was playing mourning for this place full of sorrow. Although the cold wind was blowing over, the people in the mourning hall didn't seem to feel the cold, and they all felt the cold. Raising his head, he looked at the smiling portrait above the mourning hall. Princess Feng Li Yuan, a light and cunning woman, a 12-year-old woman in her prime, just left them...

"Master, it's late at night, may my subordinate help you go down to rest?" The handsome man dressed in a green robe with a face like a crown of jade silently concealed the pain in his heart, and turned dumb to the man in front of him who was still drinking non-stop. asked loudly.

"Yes, sir, we can handle the rest. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. You have to take care of yourself!" Another handsome man in a black robe looked worriedly at the former The high-spirited and domineering master, since he left as the princess, he has spent all his sorrows with wine all day long. How long can he last like this?
"Don't bother, Sixth Brother looks like this, how can he still listen?" The young man in a white robe with a gentle face glanced at Yi Ming, then glanced at the ink painting on the mourning hall. The woman in the middle is sitting by the lotus pond and laughing happily. Will they never see such a dazzling smile again?
"But lord, master, he hasn't closed his eyes for four consecutive days and nights. Tomorrow is the day of the princess's funeral. How can his body bear it?" The cold face of the man in gray who was silent behind him showed no emotion, but his eyes concerns are evident.

(End of this chapter)