Disgraced Consort

Second brother, still alive.

Xi Yan used this idea to try to stop the nerve that was about to collapse.

"Uncle Jian, there is such a thing in the house. You have to worry about everything here. What to do, just tell them to do it. If you are short of it, just take the waist tag and take it to the warehouse. I'll leave it to you. "

"The lord, the old slave knows." The housekeeper wiped tears with his sleeves and looked out of the house. "The lord and the young master should also go back to the house. The old slave first went out to wait, it was dark, and he had to take a big lantern to shine, lord The way back to the house with the young master is more clear. "

"Uncle Jian, I will go with you, take the lantern and shine ..."

Xi Yan didn't know how she felt when she faced the coffin carrying the remains of her father and brother. She only knew that she didn't even look at it.

There was no tears, and my heart was very painful. This pain, and the sweetness of my throat, reminded her again that all this was true and really happened.

From this day on, the Lantern Festival reunion festival of others is destined to become an indelible pain in her life.

Also, the initial pain.

After placing everything in front, the palace really sent people down, and gave a pair of golden sandalwood coffins that were said to be the first emperor. Because of the sudden emergencies of the first emperor, he died in Yijingxing Palace, so there was no time to use this pair. Fortunately, at that time, the King of Rong sent a pair of Yijing ’s specialty thousand-year-old crystal ice coffin to protect the body from rot for many years. Today, the coffin has become the hub of Nalan Jingde.

This, for Nalan Mansion, can also be regarded as holy grace.

However, Xi Yan tasted from this mighty, only a deeper sadness.

But this kind of desolation can only be pushed deep into her heart when she steps into her mother's room.

She cannot let her mother worry about her.

Outside the window, the dawn was dawning. It turned out that she had been asleep for a long time. She walked slowly to the mother's bed. The mother woke up from her coma, staring blankly at the bed rail, and her pale lips shuddered. Can't tell.

She took the millet porridge with ease, and said with relief:

"Mother, drink some porridge."

Following this sentence, the mother's hand covered her wrist. As soon as her eyes closed, a teardrop fell on the quilt, her nose fluttered slightly, and Xi Yan looked at her softly and resumed:

"If Dad is here, I wo n’t want to see my mother regardless of her own body. Moreover, now the second brother also needs the mother ’s care. The mother must hurry up, such a big help in the house, daughter One person can't do much. "

In front of her mother, she was gentle and well-behaved, and that was the only way. The mother should still remember that the two remaining children would live together cheerfully.

Death is actually very simple.

In the heart of seeking death, seeking life is the most difficult.

The princess's hand trembles on the bed, and Rongmao will be proud of herself, stepping forward to lean a brocade behind her.

At this moment, suddenly outside the hall preached:

"The decree is here!"

Xi Yan was busy supporting her mother, and Rong Ma took another thick cloak around the princess's thin body.

"Fengtian Chengyun, the emperor's edict, said that He and Shuoxiang were the peace blood lotion, and died in the country, and the special volume of Heshuoxiang was the prince of Heshuoxiang.

"Concubine thanked Lord Long, long live my emperor long live long live!"

Xi Yan put down the porridge bowl and helped her mother kneel down to knock her head. In her heart, she naturally knew the meaning behind this decree. For father, it is indeed a glorious glory.

Of course, it was exchanged for his father's life, and it made those with ulterior motives to align Maotou with Wangfu.

In the past, my father held the military power for a long time. Although there were dark guns and no arrows, what about today? I'm afraid, no one will care about a dead prince.

Wang Xiang Mansion, to be well protected, I am afraid—

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