Original God: After falling out with Ying, I became a big boss

A week later...

Heavy dark clouds pressed down on the night sky, rolling and sweeping.

On the winter night, the thick snow and wind made it quiet.

The bright red fire butterfly returned to its homeland against the wind and snow.

In the silent winter night, someone's singing sounded like the sound of nature, lighting up the lamp of hope in the lost.

The fire butterfly flapped its flaming wings in the snow and wind, and flew into the magnificent and quiet hall.

On the blue-green floor tile totem, there was a lonely coffin, which looked particularly cold under the sparse snowflakes.

On the chessboard, the white horse ate the black soldier, and the fire butterfly fell silently with the chess.

In the light of the dark night, the nine Fatui executives stood in the hall.

The General Officer, the Clown, and Pierlu, whose faces were half covered by masks, raised their hands to touch the chessboard, "There is no so-called abandoned piece in the battle."

"Because for this chess game, [checkmate] is not the end..."

A solemn and depressing atmosphere filled the entire palace.

In another corner of the hall, the Young Master and Tartaglia looked at the door of the hall with solemn expressions, secretly anxious in their hearts.

A few days ago, he heard that Gu Yihan had returned to Zhidong and reported important information to Her Majesty the Queen.

Today, I guess he will come too...

But in such an occasion, being late for so long, is there really no problem?

The people in front, no matter how you look at it, it's not easy to mess with...

On the other side, the fifth executive officer of the Fatui, the Rooster, also waited for a while, but never saw the figure of that person.

His expression was very serious, and his words were full of infinite regret.

"We gather here today to commemorate our good companion."

"Her sacrifice is worth half a day of commemoration for the entire winter..."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the hall creaked open.

The moment the door of the hall was opened, a tall silver-white figure stood upright outside the door with the dazzling cold light.

Gu Yihan glanced at the hall and walked towards the location of the coffin with heavy steps.

The violent wind and snow swept into the hall from the door of the hall with Gu Yihan's entry, lowering the temperature of the hall by several degrees.

The ninth executive officer, the rich man, Pantalone, was originally dissatisfied with the words of the fifth seat, the rooster.

But Gu Yihan's appearance interrupted what he wanted to say.

Except for the young master and the rooster, the other executive officers also looked at Gu Yihan quietly.

They had no intersection with the new executive officer.

They also didn't know the relationship between him and Rosalin.

They just stared at Gu Yihan with their own thoughts.

A bunch of eyes pressed down on Gu Yihan like Mount Tai, and also cut Gu Yihan like a sharp blade.

In front of the coffin, Gu Yihan put the red plum in his hand on the coffin.

Then he half-knelt and took out a bottle of exquisitely packaged red plum wine from his arms and put it in front of the lady's coffin.

Gu Yihan had a lot of things to say to the lady, and he also had uncontrollable anger to vent on her.

He blamed her, felt sorry for her, couldn't bear to part with her, missed her, hated her...

But more of it was that he hated himself for being incompetent and unable to protect anyone.

After all the words he wanted to say to the lady were choked to his lips, only a sad and weak expression remained.

"Sister, I'm here to see you off."

The young master wanted to say something, but seeing that no one spoke, he didn't speak.

Because Gu Yihan stood with his back to him, he, like everyone else, couldn't see his expression.

At this time, the rich man finally spoke, and he asked Gu Yihan with a smile.

"We feel sorry for Rosaline's sacrifice, but isn't the style of Mr. Blood Blade Butterfly a little inappropriate?"

At the same time, the tenth seat of the Fatui, the servant, Arecino, also spoke unhappily.

"Whether Blood Blade Butterfly's style is inappropriate or not is up to him personally."

"Rosaline fell in a strange land. For you wealthy businessmen and politicians who lack empathy and can only find excuses to hide in winter, it should be unimaginable, right?"

"In that case, shut up!"

Seeing the atmosphere solidify, the young master began to remind with a cold face.

"Hey, hey, even I think this is not a suitable occasion for fighting."

"As for Rosaline's fall, I don't think anyone feels more than Blood Blade Butterfly."

Gu Yihan stood up from the coffin, touched the icy coffin and spoke slowly.

"It's hard to imagine that such a wonderful scene would be presented at the memorial service."

"Is this the meaning behind the "folly"? "

"If this "folly" is presented to Her Majesty, will the century-old rime on the Winter Palace also have cracks?"

The rooster frowned. It's been almost two years since I last saw him. This kid is still as arrogant as before.

The skill of the mouthThe husband is not forgiving at all.

Yes, who made him the power checker specially authorized by Her Majesty the Queen?

In this world, except for Her Majesty the Queen, there is no one he dares not control or cannot control.

In this way, a solemn memorial meeting ended solemnly under the cover of frost.

After everyone dispersed, the hall was silent again.

The rooster and Gu Yihan briefly exchanged information.

He shamelessly asked Gu Yihan to promise him several bottles of Lanling wine, and then left happily.

The young master had not seen Gu Yihan for a long time, so he was naturally very concerned about his condition.

"Do you want to go together?" The young master asked Gu Yihan.

Gu Yihan shook his head and said nothing.

Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, the young master could only leave first quietly.

Everyone left...

Only Gu Yihan, who was dressed in silver-white gorgeous clothes, was left in the empty hall.

The lady's coffin was tightly surrounded by thick ice, like a lonely sad song.

Gu Yihan opened the red plum wine in front of the coffin and slowly poured the wine in front of the coffin.

"This is the red plum wine that I buried in the mansion when I left Zhidong. It is better than Lanling wine. I guess you will like it."

After pouring the wine, Gu Yihan felt that something seemed to be rolling in his heart, and the choking feeling made him feel so uncomfortable.

He threw away his heavy and luxurious coat, lay down beside the coffin, and slowly closed his eyes.

At that time, he was particularly quiet, without crying, no quarreling, and no noise...

He just lay there, as if only by lying like that could he ignore the regrets and sorrows that suffocated him.

When the sky in the east turned pale, the young master rushed from the Shaoqing Mansion into the hall where the lady was placed.

In the hall, the young master saw Gu Yihan, who was holding a shining ice-attributed divine eye in his hand and looked very embarrassed.

His face was pale, and his confused and absent-minded eyes were filled with extreme sadness.

"Gu Yihan? !! What happened to you!" The young master was shocked and quickly stopped in front of Gu Yihan.

Gu Yihan got up from the ground and responded hoarsely, "Nothing."

He walked around the young master and staggered away.

"Are you really okay..."

The young master looked at Gu Yihan's figure going away, and glanced at the blood that had already seeped into the ice beside the coffin.

He quickly followed.

The next afternoon, the news that the young master was seriously ill spread among the Fatui.

The young master's mansion also became a mess overnight.

[Ding! ... The following plot may hurt the general chef a little, everyone can choose to watch the drama, don't spray~]

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