: Martyrdom (1)

The world is bustling, all are profitable; the world is bustling, all are profitable.
What has she done all the time?
Yun Qianyue rode on the horse, suddenly trance. From birth to the present, in sixteen years, she can't remember her first thought of coming to this world by going to death and opening her eyes.
Ye Qingran looked at her and saw her staring at the front in a trance. He wanted to say something and suddenly fell silent.
After a while, Yun Qingyue's trance faded and said lightly: "Not for anything, just to live."
Ye Qingran's hand holding the reins tightened slightly, "Alive?"
Yun Qingyue nodded, "Remove the burden and change to a new life."
"Remove the burden of Yun Wangfu's daughter-in-law?" Ye Qingran asked.
Yun Qianyue glanced at him sideways, withdrawing his gaze, and said lightly: "Yun Wangfu's daughter-in-law is just an identity. The baggage I'm talking about is those things of faith, justice, and imprisonment of the soul."
Ye Qingran seemed to understand something, and whispered: "I was born with a burden. Uncle Huang has always said that I was born for the Ye Family. That's what you call the imprisoned soul!"
Yun Qingyue suddenly smiled, "You are lightly dyed at night, and you have this burden. When you are not lightly dyed at night, the burden is nothing." Just like she used to be Li Yun, but not later, some things, It disappeared as she disappeared.
Ye Qingran thoughtfully and stopped talking.
Yun Qianyue stopped talking and drove forward.
Yuncheng is close to Tianshengjingcheng, and the road is easy to go. At the moment of application, the three came to Beijing.
Today, the city gate closed tightly before the lock was reached. Yun Qianyue strangled Ma rein and glanced over the city, and found that the soldiers who defended the city were wearing a white cloth. The entire capital should be lively at this hour, but today is very solemn. She withdrew her eyes and looked at Ye Qingran.
Ye Qingran naturally thought of the situation at the city gate, strangling Ma rein, his face showing a heavy emotion.
Yan Mo stepped forward from the back, took out the token, and shouted, "The Emperor returns to the city! Open the city gate!"
The guards of the city gate naturally saw three people outside the city, and quickly opened the city gate, kneeling down on the ground together.
Ye Qingran now walked in and asked a guard Shen Sheng, "What happened in the city?"
The guard lowered his head and dared not lift it up, "Sovereign Emperor Bing, Prince German... he's gone."
"What?" Ye Qingran's complexion changed, her voice rose high, and she sat on the horse and shook it.
Yun Qingyue was also stunned. When she left, the Prince of Germany was okay. How could this be done in just a short time?
"What happened? Say!" Ye Qingran's voice suddenly froze.
The guardian shook his body in shock, and quickly shook his head, "I don't know the little one, I just heard that Prince German had fallen today and suddenly collapsed on the ground, unconscious of the personnel, never rescued..."
Ye Qingran only felt that it was dark in front of her, and she was about to fall down.
Yun Qianyue stretched out his hand to help him, said quietly: "Don't worry, let's go to Prince De Mansion first."
Pain appeared on Ye Qingqing's face and nodded with his lips pursed. Yun Qianyue let go of his hand, and he urged the horse to rush towards the Prince's Mansion.
From Dongcheng Gate to Prince De Mansion, it took a moment of incense, and the three of them took only a moment.
On the streets of the capital, Yun Qiangyue thought that there was a white bar tied in front of each house, and there was no one on the street. Like every funeral in Beijing in the past, the entire capital was so dark that it was breathless.
Many carriages gathered at the door of the Prince's Mansion, and there was a cry in the mansion.
Ye Qingran came to the Prince's Mansion, threw the horse reins, and strode inside. The people of the Prince's Mansion and the people who came to Pinghang saw him, and they quickly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the emperor!"
The night light dyed as if unheard of, strode the meteor into the house.
The ancestral hall in the front yard of the house has been built, and a good coffin is placed there, but there is no one in front of the ancestral hall, and the crying people are behind. Apparently, the body of Prince German is still in the inner courtyard house, and he has never carried it out. coffin.
But the fact that the erection hall has been built has already made Ye Qing's eyes dark.
Yun Qianyue followed Ye Qingqing and looked at the people who came and everything in the house. Seeing Yunli and Leng Shaozhuo kneeling among the courtiers of Wenwu Dynasty, her face was dull, but she did not see Rong Feng. After sweeping, the two seemed to feel something, looked up at her, and looked at her together, seeing her intact, both seemed relieved.
Yun Qianyue came to the two of them, and they were also standing up. She whispered, "What's going on?"
Yun Li whispered: "It is said that it is too much work and strain, and it has accumulated so much that it can't be adjusted and overwhelmed.
Leng Shaozhuo nodded, "That's it, the Prince of Germany has been in poor health since the first emperor's death, and barely supported it. I received the news today that I heard that the emperor was saved back to Beijing. , So that the personnel is unconscious, and without waiting for Rong Feng to prescribe medicine, he will let go."
Yun Qianyue pursed her lips, "What about Rong Feng?"
"Now in the inner courtyard! The Princess of Germany took Feng Shizi and asked him to save the Prince of Germany. He was stopped." Leng Shaozhuo said.
Yun Qingyue nodded, seeing Ye Qingran heading towards the inner yard, and she continued to follow up.
When I came to the inner courtyard, I saw a whole group of people kneeling, and there was a cry in the courtyard. There are hundreds of people in the house.
Yun Qianyue bypassed everyone and followed Ye Qingran into the inner room.
In the house, the Princess of Germany was kneeling on the ground, holding Rong Feng's legs, crying like tears, and hardly seeing his appearance. Rong Feng's face was painful and his expression was helpless, and the silent Prince of Germany was lying on the big bed.