A happy event in a fertile field: the black-bellied husband is as beautiful as a flower

Chapter 952 Send him away
The emperor sent someone to the palace to condolences, and the answer he got was that Princess Yin Wu was really crazy.

She looked for her son everywhere, asking everyone she met, and when she encountered a strange child's body salvaged by the lake, she also regarded it as her own son.

Such a result would be embarrassing.

The funeral in the palace was originally a fake funeral, but now it has become a real funeral.

There was a sad atmosphere all over the palace.

The nuns who take care of Yin Lin on weekdays also find it hard to accept this fact, crying bitterly and distraught in private.

They watched Yin Lin grow up day by day from his birth to the age of three.

But when they faced Meng Yan, they had no choice but to hold back, and comforted them: "Princess, my son certainly doesn't want to see the concubine feel sorry for him..."

At that time, Meng Yan was holding the child's body and sitting quietly in the hall.

There was no sadness or joy on her face, and she lost her soul.

She gently patted his back with her hand, just like when she used to coax him to sleep.

She sat in the hall all day without moving.

Then she finally moved her body stiffly, looked down at the baby in her arms, and said to the nanny: "I forgot that wearing this wet clothes will definitely catch cold, hurry and get him dry clothes."

Momo burst into tears, choked up and said, "Princess..."

Meng Yan raised her head to look at the nanny, and said, "What's the matter?" Then she suddenly realized, "Oh, by the way, the child is three years old, and he is running fast, so he has to prepare new clothes before the end of the year."

Mammy nodded and said, "Okay, okay, servant girl will go get it now."

Clean and warm clothes were brought to the hall, and Meng Yan let the child rest on his lap, and then changed him into dry clothes with familiar movements.

Yin Heng had to deal with and deal with external affairs, and he had to personally prepare for Yin Lin's funeral.He decided where to bury him, what kind of coffin to use, and even what to put in the coffin, all of which were put in by himself.

He put the books he taught Ah Lin to read in the past, the small wooden sword he made by himself, and the shuttlecock that Ah Lin liked to kick. Although he couldn't accompany Ah Lin all day in the past, when he counted them one by one , he actually knew Ah Lin's preferences clearly.

When he finally stepped into the hall, Meng Yan was still holding the child, sitting quietly.

He let Meng Yan sit in the hall for two days.

She was so emaciated.

But that child had to be buried in a coffin.She always wants to let go.

Yin Heng stood beside her for a long time, the lights were flickering, and the scene was full of desolation and coldness.

He said, "Ah Nam, send him away."

Meng Yan seemed to have never heard of it.

The housekeepers and nuns behind him waited silently with tears in their eyes.

Yin Heng squatted down slowly, and glanced at the child in her arms that had already changed beyond recognition.Then reach out and take him out.

But Meng Yan kept her guard tight without saying a word.

Later, Yin Heng had to hold Meng Yan tightly with one arm, and forcibly took the child out of her arms with the other.

Meng Yan finally realized that someone was going to rob her of the child, and she began to struggle and resist.

"Don't..." she said hoarsely, twisting and tearing in his arms, her voice was full of begging and vulnerability, "Please don't..."

Yin Heng said: "He should go."

While hugging her fiercely, Yin Heng handed the child to the housekeeper next to him, and ordered: "Put it in a coffin."

Meng Yan suddenly collapsed. Seeing that her child was about to be taken away, she grabbed Yin Heng's skirt, gritted her teeth and said, "You can't! You promised me that you would let me watch him grow up, you promised He'll be fine with me! You can't take him, you can't!"

She tried her best to open her eyes, her eyes were full of madness.

Yin Heng was pushed staggeringly by her hoarseness.He looked at Meng Yan with deep eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Meng Yan, he is dead."

"How is it possible?" Meng Yan said, "It was fine two days ago, how is it possible..." She looked down at her hands, "I still touched his head, and he was still sleeping next to me."

She said in a trembling voice, "I slept very well that night... How could it be possible that when I woke up, everything changed."

Yin Heng said to the housekeeper, "Take him away."

The butler answered with tears, turned around and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Meng Yan hurriedly chased after him, but was stopped by Yin Heng.No matter how hard she tries, as long as Yin Heng doesn't let her go, she won't be able to get it.

Yin Heng fixed her head and asked her to look at the steward, and said in a cold voice: "Meng Yan, take a closer look, is he still complete Ah Lin? How long do you want to keep him? Winter is coming and spring is coming, throw him to rot and maggots? He should go, and you keep him stubbornly, are you not even willing to give him a good sleep? "

Meng Yan was lying in Yin Heng's arms, her eyes were open, tears were filling her eyes, she was gasping for breath.

So desperate.

"Why..." she asked.

"I'm his mother," she said, "I was pregnant in October, and I tried my best to give birth to him. I watched him grow up day by day. I should protect him from being bullied and harmed, but why, why did it end up being him? Protecting me?" Her body slid down weakly little by little, "Why is this..."

"His body poisoned the fish to death. Sure enough, he secretly gave me the antidote." Meng Yan said in a daze, "Yin Heng, haven't you been here all the time? When he is doing this, you actually have the heart?"

She murmured: "You actually have the heart."

The steward and the nanny wept and buried the child in the coffin.

When nailing the coffin, Meng Yan suddenly burst into flames and rushed over desperately.

Yin Heng hugged her tightly behind her.

She struggled until the veins on her forehead bulged out, as if she was on the verge of despair, unable to make any sound, she could only watch helplessly as the coffin was nailed to death bit by bit.

Later, she was exhausted and passed out.

The coffin was carried away for burial.

Meng Yan closed her eyes tightly and fell asleep peacefully.

Yin Heng sat by the bed, changing her clothes gently and treating the wound.

Before I knew it, it was already deep night outside.

After finishing everything, he tucked her in the quilt and got up.

The nanny in the courtyard said in a vicissitudes of life: "It's late at night, the prince should also rest."

Yin Heng said: "Take care of the princess."

Then he walked out of the bedroom and turned into the study.

Mammy thought he was going into the study to deal with business, but after he went in, the lights in the study were not turned on.

He sat down at the desk alone.

He leaned back on the back of the chair, tilted his head slightly, and his hair flowed down the back of the chair.

After a long time, he raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Two lines of tears flowed faintly from between the fingers.He slid his Adam's apple, choking silently.

He sat from night to dawn.

He was wrong.

He didn't take good care of Ah Lin.

***
Under the light, Chongli stood silently outside the desk of the man in brocade.

The man in brocade thought, "Is the son of King Wu of Yin really dead?"

Chongli replied calmly: "It is confirmed that he is dead."

(End of this chapter)