Traveling through the elf palace master play the king

There is a gloomy atmosphere in Lengyue Villa. From the gate to the middle of the village, everything is covered with white silk. It seems that the village is paying homage to the dead. Everyone is dressed in white, and everyone has a sad expression on their face.

A group of eminent monks were reciting salvation scriptures in the open space of the garden, and sometimes a few sounds of crying could be heard from up and down the village. The young owner of the village, Murong Mingxun, walked out of the hall in plain clothes, followed by Han Yan, who was also dressed in white.

, with a pale face and being supported by several maids, she was already crying. Everyone felt sorry for the beautiful girl who had just arrived and died of serious injuries. Although Han Yan's face was in great pain, she was extremely happy in her heart.

When all the sacrificial rituals were coming to an end, Qingqing, dressed in white and with tears on her face, walked out of another garden. Her sudden appearance immediately caused everyone in the villa to scream in surprise.

"Oh my God! The dead are resurrected and the corpse is fake."

When everyone was screaming, Murong Mingxun had already rushed over and scolded him distressedly, "Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to get out of bed? I will arrange everything and I will send Xiaoyue off well. Why?"

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"But do I want to send her off in person? After all, she died to save me, and I..." Qingqing was crying so hard that she couldn't speak, her eyes blurred with tears.

Murong Mingxun gently took her into his arms and comforted her, "Don't think too much. She was willing to die for you. I am also very grateful to her. She used her own life to save the woman I finally wanted. I will bury her generously."

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"Help me come over. I want to pay homage to Xiaoyue and offer her some incense." Qingqing insisted on going over. Murong Mingxun had to let her lean on him. However, the wound on her back split and bleeded due to pulling and pulling. She endured it.

Despite the pain radiating from his body, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Seeing that Murong Mingxun couldn't defeat her, he helped her walk to the empty spiritual tablet, "Why don't you write your name?" Qingqing asked.

"A maid still wants to set up a spiritual tablet in Lengyue Villa. It's a wishful thinking." Yue Ye said coldly from the side.

"You..." Qingqing turned to look at Murong Mingxun. The helplessness on his face made him a little unbearable. He had done enough for himself and couldn't embarrass him anymore.

"Then when you send Xiaoyue away, can you write it on the spiritual tablet?" Murong Mingxun knew that Qingqing didn't want to embarrass herself so he took a step back. He nodded firmly.

"Thank you" Qingqing thanked him sincerely.

Han Yan, who was standing behind, glared at Qing Qing fiercely, "Miss Han Yan, this woman is not dead! It turns out that all this arrogance was done for the sake of the maid Xiaoyue who protected the dead girl." A person beside Han Yan stood up for her.

The maid said angrily.

Han Yan felt even more aggrieved. A humble maid died and she had to mourn by herself. Who do I think she was? This charming woman was really lucky. Why was she injured so badly that she still didn't die? I must find a way to get rid of her.

Get rid of her, otherwise I will never get ahead. The murderous look in my eyes immediately appeared, and was immediately replaced by disguised sadness. All these changes in expressions were seen by the moonlit night.