Chapter 2: Watched my funeral

With his fists squeezed so that the knuckles were white, Huaiyu looked down at the person under him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and placed it between his throat. The five fingers are slightly open, as long as they are pressed together, you can pinch him to be colorful!
However, the guard next to him acted faster than she thought. He slashed in her throat and shouted, "What are you doing!"
After a slight pause, Huaiyu woke up suddenly.
The person under him looked at her quietly with a pair of black eyes, without any intention of resisting. It wasn't because she couldn't resist, but because she was like this, she couldn't cause any threat at all.
Her hand was already on his neck. This movement was very dangerous. Chengxu beside her had already made a serious face. It seemed that when she moved again, his knife wiped her neck!
The situation is not so good.
Turning her eyes, Huaiyu immediately softened her expression, and her sharp claws turned into soft little hands. She followed the man's neck to his chest and blinked his eyes and said, "This young man is so handsome~"
"..."
Jiang Xuanjin's originally calm expression was cracked by her shameless touch.
Eyebrows were gathered, and there was a sharp look in his eyes. He stood up and threw the person off without mercy.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Huaiyu landed, rolled twice, almost hitting the wall behind.
"The son is so fierce!" She got up aggrieved, and said with her throat, "How can you be so rude to Jiao Didi's daughter's house!"
Just this shameless appearance, the daughter's home? Jiang Xuanjin shook her head as she heard, waving the paper money from her robe and frowning at her.
Huaiyu looked back at him with a smirk, but the turmoil in her heart was momentary. Waking up to be able to see the person who killed him is also considered a kind of fate. It's just a pity that she now has no chance of revenge.
Impulsiveness is a reckless man, and outsmarting is the best strategy. Since there is no chance, let him go today, the day will be long. Huaiyu wanted to move away, patted the ash on the skirt, and said generously: "If it's someone else, I won't let it go, but let's just look at the handsome and charming son."
After that, he waved his hand: "There will be a period later."
It was obvious that she fell from the sky and hit him. How could this be said as if she forgave him for his fault? Jiang Xuanjin was a little at a loss, and even lowered her head to think about where she was wrong.
Before thinking about the result, the person in front of him ran forward with a "swish".
"You stop!" He frowned.
Of course, Li Huaiyu would not stop. Not only did he not stop, but he ran faster. He squeezed into the crowd on the side of the official road in three steps in two.
She came out to see her coffin, how could she have so much energy to entangle with the enemy who couldn't kill?
The funeral army came out of the palace, and the official road was surrounded by people watching the excitement. When Huaiyu squeezed to the front, the car carrying the coffin just passed by.
The tall Baju pearwood cart, and the nanmu coffin above it was glowing with dim light. Flower knots made of white silk are flying around the coffin. On both sides of the front of the coffin, white funeral lanterns are dangling, and the words big are written on it
Danyang.
It wasn't a dream, nor was anyone joking about her. The princess Danyang really had a funeral, but she somehow came back to life on another person, watching her funeral here.
"Boom—" The funeral tripod in front rang loudly, and a handful of money paper was lifted high into the sky, and then fluttered down.
The people around felt unlucky, and they continued to "poach" the paper money, but Huaiyu stood still, letting a paper money cover his eyebrows. Amid the noise, she suddenly heard Huai Song's voice again:
"Emperor Sister, you didn't kill Prime Minister Sima, right? I know, you can't kill him!"
"What about me, what about not me?"
"The law of heaven is clear, there is always right and wrong. It is you, I will not tolerate; if it is not you, I will definitely protect you!"
Protect her? Li Huaiyu returned to his senses and laughed low.
The affairs in this court have never been as simple as Huai Song thought. Look, she believed him once and was framed to death. What a painful lesson!
I just don't know, after her death, did Huai Song really want to understand whether she can continue to support the Li family's world?
She was stunned, but the people around her were all talking with their sleeves in their sleeves:
"Look at this battle, which is bigger than the funeral of Prime Minister Sima."
"Bah! What's the use of ostentation? When Prime Minister Sima died, Wanmin kneeled and gave it away. What do you think this princess has? Everyone is watching melon seeds!"
"It's a pity that the fine golden nanmu, how innocent is to bury this dirty beast!"
"It's time for Prime Minister Sima to rest in the Spirit of Heaven, and the person who killed him has finally received retribution!"
Listening to the curse in his ear, Li Huaiyu wiped his face with the paper money, pretending to curse angrily: "Yes, retribution!"
The people nearby looked at her and praised her: "This girl seems to be a person with justice in her heart."
"I must have been persecuted by Princess Danyang."
"That's right!" Li Huaiyu nodded, "She took my freedom, ruined my reputation, and made me exhausted for eight years. It's really hateful!"
So miserable? The people looked at her with sympathy.
Li Huaiyu also sympathized with herself a little.
It was a ridiculous dream for eight years that won the name of Bo Xing. But Liufang only lasts for a hundred years, but the stinking odor can last for thousands of years. Think about it this way, hey! She is not a loss!
With a grin, Huaiyu watched the coffin pass in front of her, still couldn't help but stretched out his hand and waved at it.
Thank you, Danyang.
The funeral lantern was blown in a circle by the wind, and the word Danyang swayed back and forth, as if it was also waving at her.
Huai Yuhong turned her eyes and wanted to leave.
However, at this moment, the crowd in the distance was commotion, and the exclamation sounded like spring thunder on the ground—"Quickly get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
Several giant straws were ignited and burned into a blazing fireball, which suddenly rolled down from the eaves next to the official road and pressed towards the coffin in the center of the funeral army.
"It's on fire--"
With screams everywhere, the people on both sides of the official road hurriedly avoided, those fire rolled all the way, igniting the paper money flying on the road, and the fire spread suddenly.
The funeral guards panicked. Many people in front drew their knives. The guardians in the middle held the scabbard to block the fireball. However, there were paper money all around, and the fire was raging and could not be stopped. They could only watch. The white silk on the coffin also burned.
"Fight the fire, put out the fire!"
The funeral procession, which was still orderly, suddenly became chaotic. Li Huaiyu looked at him blankly, and laughed blankly when he understood what had happened.
How unwelcome is she? Even if you can't even go to funeral, don't you say that the dead are the greatest? Are those individuals disregarding this rule?
Whoosh whoosh
As if to confirm her thoughts, behind the eaves of the falling fireball, a large group of masked men appeared in an instant, all holding knives and very fast, rushing toward her coffin like a locust crossing the field.
"Guardian!" General Tiger Benzhong yelled, and all the generals on the official road all unsheathed their swords to meet this group of uninvited guests.
However, where they were caught off guard, how could they resist the preparedness of others? The masked group was divided into three teams. The two teams cut open the guards on the front and back of the coffin. The middle team, with a spade, rushed directly into the Yaju Rimu cart and pried her hands and feet very quickly. The coffin.
Click!
Huaiyu heard the dull sound, looked at the almost crazy masked people in front of him, wanted to laugh, but couldn't move his mouth.
Yes, she offended so many people when she was alive, how can she be buried safely? She must be dragged out of her body.
It's tragic to say, she was a dignified princess, she had never heard a few good words when she was alive, and she would not be peaceful when she died. Even the funeral Hu Benzhong Lang general was looking forward to her desolate end. No, he didn't even stop, watching her coffin lid slowly lifted by a group of people.
Li Huaiyu's throat tightened as he looked at the raised coffin lid, his eyes swept over the guards with numb expressions, his fists clenched, and then helplessly loosened.
No matter, is the crime deserved? Everyone in the world thinks that she should end in this way, so she should end in this way. What is wrong?
Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and couldn't bear to look again.
However, after turning his head, a green amber robe passed by in front of him. The corners of her clothes were tossed by the wind, and the water pattern embroidered on her head was rippling like alive, dazzling her eyes.
Li Huaiyu was taken aback for a moment, then followed the shadow to look over.
The emotional masked man was holding her coffin lid to be thrown into the street, but suddenly felt that his hand was heavy, and a violent attack, unable to resist, actually let go.
With a sound of "Bang", the coffin lid fell back to its original place, shaking up a few pieces of incense ash.
Everyone was stunned and raised their heads in a daze, but saw a person falling on the coffin, with the turquoise robe flying up and down, looking at him like a graceful gentleman. But this young man was so powerful that he stepped firmly on the lid of the coffin, and the lid was as heavy as Mount Tai, no matter how difficult it was to move it.
He flicked away the burning paper money, stood firmly and closed his sleeves, his eyes sharply reprimanded: "Presumptuous!"