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In the East Palace bedroom, the maidservant was putting on plain clothes for the crown prince.

Xin Ruyi, who was tossed up for a long time in the early morning, complained, "Are you all right? This clothes is so troublesome, how many layers should I wear? Isn't it to hang a condolences."

The maids only promised not to respond.

A long figure walked into the inner room.

"What's wrong with the princess? This palace heard your voice from afar."

His Royal Highness Prince, who had changed to a cloud-like brocade, paced closer, his black hair high and a jade crown, and his eyebrows became looser.

"Husband!"

Xin Ruyi was overjoyed, "Why are you here today?"

The man smiled gently, "You are attending the funeral for the first time, this palace is afraid that you are not used to it, and intends to go with you."

"Husband ..."

The crown prince bit her lips shyly.

She has also been married to the prince's brother for three years, and still can't resist the tenderness of this person's gentle eyes.

In the past three years, although the prince's brother always came out early and returned late, as long as he was free, he always took the time to accompany her. When doing that, the other party also guided her with patience and told her to understand what to do. Love of men and women.

The only regret is that she has not been pregnant with her child for three years, which has caused rumors outside.

Xin Ruyi was very panicked, especially the old emperor worried about the heir, and gave the crown prince a few beautiful concubines.

Fortunately, the prince's brother treated her consistently and did not touch them halfway.

Xin Ruyi had been attached to this kind of brother-like care before. After getting married to the prince, she felt that she was always held in her palm.

"Prince Princess has not said, who bullied you?"

Zhou Xuecheng stepped forward and helped her to hold the hairpin hairpin for her.

In front of this messy spoiled smile, Xin Ruyi unconsciously said what was in her heart.

After she finished speaking, she regretted it.

Mother Xin taught her that the deceased should pay attention to taboos. It is best not to put it on the table, and it is even more taboo to talk about the deceased.

She peeked at people.

The Crown Prince's brow furrowed for a moment, staring at her.

Xin Ruyi made a pitiful expression.

He sighed softly, sighing, and blamed her lightly, "This kind of thing can't be said nonsense, you, even if there is no door in your mouth, this palace doesn't know how many messes to clean up for you.

"Then the concubine will pay attention next time, don't be angry."

She tugged at his sleeves, knowing that the crown prince eats her most, so there is no fear.

"You."

He scratched her nose.

Xin Ruyi giggled.

A carriage was parked in front of the general's mansion.

The child led the prince and his wife to the altar.

Before them, the people at the prime minister ’s office came first.

The condolences came from the second young master in the government, and his relationship with the general's wife and sister was very affectionate.

The hostess who lost her husband lost her emotions in the comfort of her brother and wept on the spot.

"Sister, it's okay, it's okay."

Xin Zhengyan cautiously hugged people.

The second master of the Prime Minister's House has not yet weakened, but it is extremely outstanding among his peers.

He was both talented and martial art, showing a talent different from ordinary people, and inherited the handsome and elegant style of the prime minister when he was young, and he was favored by many girls at a young age.

Lin Langyuguang glanced at the crown prince and sister.

The originally condensed tears burst forth instantly.

The younger brother was helpless.

"Sister, don't cry, your eyes will be broken carefully."

The second young master hesitated for a moment, and finally bent his fingers, gently touching the tears on the sister's cheek.

"Zhengyan, my sister is afraid."

Her eyes were red, and tears wet his shirt.

"Afraid ... what is your sister afraid of?"

His voice was inaudible, for fear of disturbing her.

The young man's fingertips slowly passed the delicate powder.

"Your brother-in-law is gone, no one ... protect the sister."

"Will not."

Xin Zhengyan paused.

"Brother-in-law is gone, you still have me."

The brother's eyes reflected the appearance of her sister Ehwa with rain.

"I won't let them bully my sister."

He will do everything possible to cramp and pull bones to kill those people.

"Zhengyan ..."

"The deceased is dead, my wife is sad."

The Prince's voice rang slowly.

Xin Zhengyan froze for a moment, his arms released Lin Lang.

The servants and condolences guests saluted.

"His Royal Highness."

"Free courtesy."

He stretched out his hand to hold the wife who bowed down and bowed, and when no one was aware, his fingers rubbed slightly against the wife's cuff.

The lady's limbs were slightly stiff and she immediately returned to normal.

Xin Ruyi didn't like this kind of gruesome arrangement, and put a stick of incense on her scalp, eager to urge the prince to return to the house.

"Mrs. don't have to send it anymore, go back and take care of your body. After all, if the general is wise, I can't see the lady washing her face with tears and ruining her body."

Zhou Xuecheng said softly.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for your concubine's memory."

Lin Lang owed, and slowly stood up straight again.

Because of the previous cry, the lady's eyes were covered with a touch of red, and she accidentally swept the crown pattern of His Royal Highness.

Zhou Xuecheng lowered her eyes and looked at her.

The lady's face was pale, and her usual red lips lost a layer of blood.

The slender and weak waist is like a willow in the wind, which makes people feel pity.

The surface was calm and the waves were dark.

Xin Ruyi didn't find the abnormality of the two, and pulled the sleeve of her husband again.

"The palace and the crown prince will say goodbye first."

Zhou Xuecheng's eyes were gloomy, and he turned to restore his gentleness in the past.

The night was dark and the Donggong was brightly lit.

Someone got up on the bed and learned that they had dressed.

He glanced at the man on the bed and walked through the curtain. Fingers turned over the lines under the desk, and the bookcase behind the wall moved slowly, opening a square mouth.

Straight along the dark corridor, the candlelight ignited at the end.

In the light of the fire, the man was wearing a night suit and was slowly putting on a black scarf covering his face.

"Prince Princess has rested?"

The other party turned his face, and it was the prince of Donggong, who was rich and handsome.

"Yes."

A stand-in similar to the Prince's face kneeled on one knee.

"This palace is going to leave the palace tonight and come back tomorrow morning. You look at her, don't let people run around."

The prince casually twirled his sideburns, "If he ran, he would break his leg and wait for this palace to come back and handle it."

"Subordinates understand."

Zhou Xuecheng watched the avatar disappear in Yongdao and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

He was familiar with the terrain of the General Mansion and avoided the guards. He quickly passed through the shed and arrived at the altar.

A golden nan wood coffin parked in the center of the hall.

This Phoebe chinensis is a rare wood that is mothproof, rot-resistant, and fragrant, and it is also the main manufacturing material of the emperor's coffin. In spite of the opposition of the ministers, the old emperor insisted on making a golden nanmu coffin for the general, whose length and width were only an inch worse than the emperor's coffin, which was enough to show the king's favor.

His eyes quickly moved over the coffin and fell on the spirit guard next to him.

With her back to him, she was lighting a new candle by the desk, and saw that her body had lost a lot.

The prince couldn't help but slowed down, and walked to her side, pitying and rubbing into her arms.

"Who--"

The panic shouted in the warm palms.

"It's me, Jin Niang."

The prince in the night-walking suit did not shy away from her.

Fiery breath was swimming around her neck, and he heard him say, "Jin Niang, haven't you heard Lang Jun's words? You haven't eaten well lately. How can I watch you lose a lot of weight today. You see, the belt is closed A few harvests, something will go wrong in this way. "

The unexpected attack made Lin Lang's body tremble, and candle oil spilled on the back of his hand.

The prince saw it and was suddenly nervous.

He carefully peeled off the lamp wax, and then fell to his face, blowing in a small mouth, and asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Lin Lang shook his head.

"Then it hurts you to say it, Lang Jun coaxes you."

He raised his face and smiled at her.

Lin Lang withdrew his hand. "How did your highness wear this body and go out? I'm not afraid to be recognized."

"I want to see you."

The prince was reluctant to separate from her for a moment, so Lin Lang took a half step and fell back into his imprisonment again. He hugged people from behind, his head resting on her weak shoulders and necks, "Sorry, Lang Jun has not been able to come to see you recently. Can you blame me?"

"Why? Your Highness can focus on the big picture, and concubine is happy."

"Now there are only two of us, Jin Niang, call me Langjun." He rubbed, "I like how you call me that."

The lady lowered her eyes, and across her chest was the man's iron arms.

She whispered, "Your Highness, it's getting late at night. You should go back quickly so as not to delay the business."

"No problem, Lang Jun only wants to accompany Jin Niang tonight. Lang Jun belongs to Jin Niang alone."

The man leaned forward, biting the bead near by.

The tip of the red tongue twitched sensitively on her skin.

His throat knotted, mixed with swallowing saliva, and lowered his voice, "Don't you see me after so many days?"

"Your Highness ..."

The tip of his ear was tickled by him, and Lin Lang couldn't help raising his hand to block the person.

He did not refuse to come, and she held her finger again.

Moist and soft.

"Your Highness--"

Lin Lang locked in his arms, unable to move, and couldn't help but flush his cheeks.

"Please take care of yourself!"

The disturbed and affectionate prince awakened a little in this "self-esteem", sharp teeth rubbed her fingertips.

His lips were crimson, and there was a silver thread at the corner of his mouth.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The prince asked with a smile.

There was only a plain gauze flower in the black hair of the lady's temples, and there was no more frills. After the faint colors of the past faded away, it was somewhat morbidly white.

"His Royal Highness, this is the Lingtang."

"so what?"

Lin Lang buried her head, her black hair curled up, revealing a white, lotus-like back neck, following the movement of her head to reveal a soft and attractive arc.

"Please, Your Highness, respect the dead."

A chuckle came from behind.

"respect?"

The prince chewed the meaning of these two words and smiled.

"Jin Niang could not be kidding me? If it weren't for him, you and I would have gone away so far, and lived the envious days of immortal lovers. As for now, I want to see you not be fair and honest.

"It's a pity that it was too cheap to let him die."

The prince's narrow and long eyebrows were stained with a fascinating light.

The lady was shocked by the careless killing in Qinglang's muzzle and couldn't help but break away from her and took a few steps back.

A look of excessive shock.

"It's you, you killed him?"

Zhou Xuecheng still maintained the gesture of embracing her, and when she saw her hiding, she lowered her hand and approached her, not slow or slow.

There is no refund.

Under the heavy shadow of the lamp, his hands propped on both ends of the candlestick, trapping the beloved in his sight.

"My silly girl, is there any need to answer this question now?"

He smiled and bent down.

Ignoring her struggle, she drove straight in.