: [Forty-eight] Lord, grief

As a result, the news that Chu Yuliang's zombies were rumored on the same day spread out. Under Han Jiao's affairs, Chu Yuliang's funeral was handled from the top to the bottom.
In the courtyard, just after the Lingtang was set up, the servants of the Chu family knelt beside the coffin and wept. Even Chu Lingxiang knelt and cried for a while in the Lingtang. Xu was too expensive, but perhaps too sad. And before crying for a quarter of an hour, the person cried out and was hurriedly returned to her boudoir.
Wang said that she was not feeling well and did not show up again. It was understandable that she could not stand the blow of white hair and black hair. So in front of the Lingtang, only the three chambers of Han Jiao and Chu House appeared, but there were many subordinates, and the atmosphere of the funeral was quite grand. The crying came one after another, one after the other. My mother was still sad.
"Master Yin arrives—" Just in the tragic atmosphere of a few people who were about to cry to death, a loud cry came.
All the people still had tears on their faces, but the crying sounded like a thunder flash and suddenly disappeared. Qi Qi's gazes looked at the man who was striding toward the Lingtang uniformly.
Looking at the dazzling coffin in the hall of worship, Yan Hongyi stopped his steps, and his slender body suddenly stiffened, and his face, like a god-like face, was stretched to death, his tight eyes were sinking like dead ponds without temperature. Underneath, there seemed to be a frightening black gas spreading from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, with a chilling breath all over him.
"Master Wang?" Cheng Wei trembled in horror, looking at the coffin, and his heart was also desolate. "You can't be resurrected if you die, you mourn, Lord Wang, Miss Chu has already gone, and the dead is big, You should be considerate even if you are reluctant. "
Yan Hongying kept his thin lips tightly staring at the coffin, and the people kneeling on the ground did not know what he was going to do. If it was to mourn, anyway, it should be with sadness, then The coldness of the body is like a deep hatred with the people in the coffin. What is this to do?
Despite the robe covering, Yan Hongyi's steps taken out looked stiff, and went straight towards the coffin.
Seeing this, everyone backed up to make way for him.
Han Jiao, who had wanted to step forward to attend the ceremony, couldn't help shaking her heart for a moment when she looked at the hatred-stained look on his face, sobbing her head and sobbing in grief.
"Yeah!" When walking to the coffin, Yan Hongzhang suddenly struck a palm, and the coffin cover fell to the ground instantly and made a huge noise.
"Master Wang?" Han Jiao looked up with a look of fright, as if dissatisfied with his approach. "Yu Liang has gone, and his wife knows that Master Wang is reluctant, but he also asked Wang Ye to let the rain on our master's face. Cool and rest. "
Yan Hongying bit her back into her alveolar, and looked at her as if she were full of death. "Mrs. Chu, Chu Yuliang is the concubine of the king who hasn't passed through the door. Doesn't the king see her on the last side?"
"This ..." Han Jiao bowed her head in embarrassment, a flash of guilty conscience in her eyes. The main reason was that Chu Yuliang's little had walked too close to the Xian Wang before, and she was sure she could fool others, but in the presence of the Xian Wang, it was a bit difficult to say.
As Han Jiao was thinking about the countermeasures, Yan Hongyu suddenly sneered behind him, "Cheng Wei, take them to the king, and the king will accompany Miss Chu for the last moment."
Hearing that, Han Jiao opened her eyes wide, and her worry was deeper, "Master Wang ..."
Cheng Wei also moved quickly, and walked with the guards of the King's Mansion, "Mrs. Chu, please, our lord is just wanting to accompany Miss Chu at the last moment, and please Mrs. Chu not to bother."
What can Han Jiao say? The guards with swords in front of each other were serious, as if they were going to do something to anyone at any time. There is also a guard at Chu's house, but she dare not speak up. It would be bad if she made the matter bigger.
"Let's go down!" As a last resort, Han Jiao could only order to three people and the others. Although she didn't know whether the intention of the Emperor really wanted to accompany the little at the last moment, there was another purpose, but she had seriously thought about this female corpse but she had chosen it herself, her face model and figure were with Chu Yuliang Nine points are similar, she doesn't believe that King Yin can find flaws.
The Lingtang, who was just crying and grabbing the ground, was silent. The woman sleeping in the coffin was gorgeously dressed, and she also had a lot of valuable funerary items, and her face was covered with white towels.
Regarding the white towel on the woman's face, Yan Hongzheng didn't look straight, but quickly grabbed the woman's hand and glanced at the back of the hand, but only one glance, his tight thin lips suddenly gave a sneer, and the cold breath in his eyes instantly Faded a lot.
It's okay to deceive others by stealing beams and changing columns, and want to lie to him as a ‘ghost doctor’ ...
There are millions of people in the world, and there are not a few people with the same looks. Even two people with different looks can use Yirong to make each other look the same. Regardless of whether the looks are born the same or are made the same by means, everyone's hand They are all different, and even similar hands will have differences ...
Standing behind Yan Hongyi, watching him hold up a Bai Sensen's hand, Cheng Wei's scalp could not help but numb, "Master, your subordinate knows you can't bear Miss Chu, but she has already gone, you can let her feel at ease Go. "Everyone was dead and holding on to his hands, he really couldn't understand Wang Ye.
"Let's go back to the house!" Yan Hongyi suddenly turned and ordered coldly.
Without waiting for Cheng Wei's reaction, he walked towards the gate of Chu House with his hands on his back.
Cheng Wei blinked and watched him leave like this, a black line falling down densely. Isn't Lord Wang going to be with him for a quarter of an hour?
Also, this coffin has not been covered yet!
He stretched his neck back and glanced into the coffin, and suddenly he shivered, his neck shrank, and he ran out with his feet raised.
After seeing Yan Hongxuan leaving with his guard, Han Jiao took the man back to the spiritual hall, walked around the uncovered coffin, and found that the dead woman in the coffin had not been passive, and then he felt relieved.
Without moving, can you say that King Yin didn't see anything?
News of Chu Yuliang's death Yan Futian knew that there was still no response in the future. He still had the previous attitude. Everything will be said when Chu Yunzhou returns.
As for Yan Hongzhang, he has n’t closed his door since returning to his home. The news from the King ’s Mansion was that the King Wang learned that Miss Chu had passed away and became melancholy. I heard that the illness was not serious.
When Yan Futian learned that he had sent an imperial doctor to Yinxian Wangfu, and determined that the Yinxian really hugged him in bed, he immediately decided to waive the Yinxian early dynasty and let him rest assured that he would be cured in the government.
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He is doing big things, big things, so don't miss me too much. Haha. I'll be back tomorrow ...
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