Prince is So Good At Love

Xu Xiao said: "the funeral of the prime minister's house, I don't want to be affected by bad luck, so I'll avoid it?"

A three strange way: "funeral also not through here, isn't to go out of the city?"

"I don't know where to bury them. I guess I can't get into the ancestral grave of the prime minister's house. Besides, the prime minister was born a commoner. Marquis an is the master of the ancestral land. After all, he is the married daughter." Xu Xiao explained.

Dongfang Yi doesn't want to hear the name, and doesn't want to move on. For fear of meeting the funeral procession, he says to Mu Yunxi, "are you hungry? Let's find a place to sit down first. "

There is just a teahouse nearby. Dongfang Yi orders Xu Xiao to stop, then takes Mu Yunxi to the second floor, orders a pot of Shoumei, and asks Xiao Er to make a cup of jujube tea for him and serve some snacks.

Dusk Yunxi know dusk dream pity funeral today, really have a kind of feeling.

After all, the shadow brought to her by Twilight dream pity has not gone away.

However, if a man dies like a lamp, his gratitude and resentment should disappear.

The dusk Yun Xi cheered up for a while, way: "father emperor there still have no intention to come back?" He has been suspended for several days. He should have been just acting. I didn't expect that he would have been suspended for such a long time.

Dongfang Yi's long and narrow Phoenix eyes darkened and leaned back on the chair, pretending to be lazy and said, "no, I don't have a will. I'm happy to be at leisure. I just want to accompany you more."

Dusk Yun Xi picked to pick eyebrow, "that can't, between husband and wife also want a little free space."

"What kind of space? No need. " Dongfang Yi hummed softly. If it wasn't for the threat, he would like to stick to the dusk twelve hours a day.

Mu Yunxi took chopsticks and put a piece of cake in his hand. "I didn't ask you about the case. Is mu Menglian really suicidal?"

Dongfang Yi took a bite at the cake she sent, "what else can it be if it's not self suicide? If she didn't kill herself, she would have been able to hold on for two days. "

Dusk Yun Xi asks again: "is she hanged or hit a wall?"

"Cut the wrist."

"It's strange. Where's the knife in the prison?" Dusk Yunxi looks at him.

Dongfang Yi shrugs and feeds her a piece of cake. "I don't know. Maybe there are her friends in the prison. They know that she is going to die. Help her."

"Mumenglian doesn't want to die. She wants to live." Dusk Yunxi think of her no dignity to ask for help, really not like the past high above her.

"Not only does she want to live, she wants to live better than anyone else." Dongfang Yi said, "well, not to mention her, she has faded out of our lives."

"Well, yes." Mu Yunxi can see that he avoids talking about it

if Mu Menglian doesn't commit suicide, he is the one who killed her.

Why kill her?

Revenge or What's the reason?

If it's revenge, Mu Yunxi thinks Dongfang Yi won't hide it from her unless there's another reason!

Think of here, dusk Yun Xi in the heart suddenly crazy jump for a while, the bottom of the heart some ominous premonition.

Why? Force Dongfang Yi to kill Mu Menglian in prison.

Sad and loud suona sound, suddenly came.

This is Suona music for funeral.

Ah San leaned on the railing and looked at the funeral procession slowly. She poohed, "how can you come here? Isn't it going out of town? "

"Let's go." Dongfang Yi stands up and reaches for mu Yunxi.

Dusk Yun Xi looking at him, "don't get in the way, at least an acquaintance, we are here to send her a way."

"Give her a ride? She wanted to give you a ride Dongfang Yi frowns.

"I'm really sorry. Now I'm sending her." Dusk Yunxi stands up and walks to the railing. Dongfang Yi just walks over and holds her waist.

The funeral procession came slowly.

It's a team. It's really shabby. There are only a dozen people. One is playing suona in the front, and four are carrying red coffins in the back.

A few more people followed, scattering paper money, very lonely.

Who would have thought that the red coffin was once the most noble princess Yan?

"Why? Isn't that the king of Yan? " Ah San suddenly called out.

Dusk Yun Xi along the third of the eyes to see the past, only to see the end of the empty long street, standing a white figure.

His clothes were a little thin. He was lifted up by the long wind, and his sleeves were filled with wind, which made him look like he was lost to the bone.

LV Qinghe stood behind him, leading the horse, watching from a distance, not close.

The king of Yan came slowly and gradually.

Yanwang's foot injury is not completely good, walking, limping, very slow.

Dusk Yunxi saw the look of King Yan, and his face was covered with a layer of sadness, loss, and hatred.

The funeral procession stopped at the bottom of the teahouse, and King Yan also stood five steps away, so he stopped the funeral procession.

The sound of the suona stopped, and the young man with paper money behind came forward.

"This is mu Menglian's elder brother. His name is mu Zhenggang." Dongfang Yi whispers to Mu Yunxi.Dusheng just came to the king of Yan and saluted, "see you, king of Yan!"

The king of Yan was a little confused. His eyes slowly fell on the coffin. He bent his lips and pulled out a reluctant smile.

"I'll see her off."

As soon as Dusheng pressed his hand back and told the coffin bearers to stop, someone called out in a loud voice, "Your Highness the king of Yan, Miss Dushi!"

The coffin stopped steadily on the ground. Some fallen leaves were swept over by the strong wind and swept over the coffin. They hit xuan'er, flew back and finally landed on the ground.

LV Qinghe led the horse, took a bundle from the horse's back and handed it to the king of Yan.

"Please set it for me." The king of Yan whispered.

LV Qinghe shook his head, "I only help you to bring these things, as for the display of worship, I will not do, she is not worth it."

Yan Wang's eyes are sad. "Yes, she's not worth it. I don't know why I want to come."

LV Qinghe looked at him and said: "in the end, when you are married, she is sorry for you, but you have done what you should do. It's an end."

The king of Yan was silent for a while, and slowly squatted down to take out the wine pot, a small food box, and a stick of incense.

Open the food box, there are steamed buns in the food box, and a bowl of things that should be bird's nest. It's sticky and cold.

Dusheng just ordered incense for King Yan.

The king put incense on the coffin.

As soon as the wind blows, the incense is blown off, and the spark of the incense head rolls a few times and goes out at the foot of King Yan.

The king of swallow stood in front of the coffin and gazed at it quietly for a moment. "I don't know what you like to eat. I used to see you always drink this bird's nest. I think you should like it. You can make do with it."

The voice of the king of Yan is like the cold wind in winter, a little desolate.

"Husband and wife for a year, although not very affectionate, but never red face, I do not understand why you want to put me to death, what do you hate me?"