Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

This sound is very light, but it falls in Yunxi's heart.

Yunxi lowered her eyes and stood in front of the ice coffin. Su's hand gently touched the cold on the ice coffin. Instead, she covered her smoking hand and asked softly, "Zhang Liang's body is protected by medicine. If the princess meets him, her body will --"

Liuyan's eyes were red, and the destroyed face shed tears. In the sunlight, Liuyan looked at Yunxi slightly and grinned on his lips: "just don't know why, it hurts to look at him, it hurts..."

Liuyan retracted his hand and pressed it on his chest.

Although she lost her mind, the pain in her heart never left. Now Liuyan just looked at Zhang Liang. If she remembered and no longer looked at all this with a child's mind, could she still bear it

Bang——

The lid of the ice coffin was instantly pushed down by Yunxi, falling into the snow and making a collision sound.

The bodyguards on both sides of the ice coffin blessed the body, so they retreated to the two sides of longchui to guard, and this quiet place only left her and Liuyan, as well as the female painter Jiang Feng who was silent in the painting.

Yunxi took his hand back and said in a deep voice, "princess, let's say goodbye at last."

The silver teeth clenched their lower lips and looked at the people in the ice coffin. The crystal on the tip of the nose fell on Zhang Liang's blue clothes and disappeared in an instant.

Liuyan looked at the people in the ice coffin and stretched out his hand——

Good looking eyebrows, good-looking lips and good-looking nose, no matter where they are, they are very beautiful. However, the man lay there with his eyes closed and motionless.

Liuyan stretched out his index finger and gently touched Zhang Liang's clothes.

——"If the princess doesn't dislike it, the servant is willing to guard the princess all his life."

——"I just want you to remember that you are a princess and you will always be an existence above 10000 people. In this world, only you are qualified to dislike others, and no one can be qualified to dislike you."

In her memory, I don't know whose voice fell into her mind. It was clear and beautiful.

Liuyan suddenly retracted her hand and looked at the people in the ice coffin. Then, she couldn't help touching the cheek full of knife wounds.

Will he dislike this face?

However, why was she afraid of his disgust? He obviously couldn't open his eyes, but why should she be so afraid and so sad?

Liuyan just thought and bent down involuntarily, getting closer and closer to the ice coffin.

On her side, Yunxi wanted to stop the smoke, but she never chose to stretch out her hand. She just looked at the dragon from a distance, and she fastened her clothes. If Liuyan made his choice, even if it was wrong, Zhang liangmo agreed, didn't he?

The lip flap of Liuyan gently pasted on Zhang Liang's forehead——

In an instant, the people in the ice coffin became cold at a very fast speed, and Liuyan retreated in a trance. At this moment, Yunxi hugged Liuyan and watched Zhang Liang dissipate in the ice and snow.

His body is like frost and snow, disappearing in the sudden wind

In the ice coffin, only the long blue shirt was left

In order to keep the body from decay, ningxiluo used medicine in the ice coffin. When the ice coffin is opened, the dead body will dissipate, not to mention the smoke touching him.

That shallow smile, like in a dream, also seems ethereal, but it will no longer be accompanied by smoke. She held out her hand in Yunxi's arms, and the whole person was depressed.

Yunxi looked at her red eyes and trembling with smoke around her shoulders.

She didn't cry, just pressed her chest tightly and looked at the empty ice coffin. She said, "he didn't hit me. Why is it so painful here?"

A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Yunxi. Tears fell on the wound. The smoke was painful and itchy, but Yunxi held down his hand.

But now, looking at Liuyan's eyes, Yunxi said nothing, but gently wiped the tears falling on the scar with his sleeve. Every wipe is gentle: "it's time to be buried, princess."

"What is burial?"

"Settle down and make peace. The princess won't see Zhang Liang in the future."

"Is it like eating steamed bread in your stomach? Will it disappear after eating it?"

"Well, I can't see it."

At this point, Yunxi's voice was trembling, but he pressed the head of Liuyan into his arms.

The bodyguard on the side of long Chui came here, covered the lid on the ice coffin again, and pushed the ice coffin into the already dug grave

The smoke flowed in her arms and dared not look down at the burial place any more.

The only thing left in the ice coffin is the blue internal prison official uniform, which is peaceful here.

If it were not for the troubled times, he might have spent his life in the palace. Even if he accompanied the king like a tiger, even if he could not escape the shackles of the court, his life would not be miserable.

On one side, there was the sound of shallow and broken snow.

The female painter stood at Gu Shengyan's side and whispered, "how are these two paintings? I'm not sure if my princess will like --"

"This painting is nothing more than a thought for the princess. It has nothing to do with good or bad. It's only here." Gu Shengyan leaned over, pointed to his heart, gently clicked, and then said, "girl, put down the painting and leave after thanking."

The female painter handed the painting to Gu Shengyan. Then she didn't go to the dragon, but glanced at Yunxi at the burial place. Perhaps after receiving this look, Yunxi looked back and responded: "Miss Jiang, do you have something to say?"

The female painter shook her dress and turned to look at the face under the veil of Yunxi. She just shook her head and her bright eyes were timid: "although the girl is masked, her eyebrows and eyes are just like an old friend of the little girl. In the end, the little girl admitted her mistake."

Old friend?

Yunxi's eyes were clear and indifferent. He glanced at the rice paper painting in Gu Shengyan's hand: "Miss Jiang is such a good craftsman. If you and I have known each other once, I will remember it. If we see each other today, we will never see each other again. Even if we are similar, it is only a shallow fate among thousands of people."

The man in his arms seemed to be involved in crying. At this time, he just pasted it in Yunxi's arms and slept. Gu Shengyan came forward and directly picked up Liuyan and drove him away towards the dragon, while the rice paper fell into the guard's hand.

"Miss Jiang, you should remember to kneel before the monarch to thank longen, or you will lose your life." Yunxi took the rice paper, smiled at the female painter, and then went to the dragon.

The female painter did not dare to see it again. She just knelt on the ground and kowtowed gently: "congratulations to the emperor."

The burial is still going on, but the silent place is no longer occupied.

"Just ask for kindness instead of gratitude." the female painter held the put money bag, nodded and looked at the long drive away, with the shallow bitterness in her eyebrows and eyes, "if it's really you, why don't you recognize me? Yunxi."