I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 494 She died in the fire

However, Jiang Xingzhi thought so in his heart.

But when he thought that she might already have another prince-in-law, or that there might be another prince-in-law changing her clothes and combing her hair, or stroking her eyebrows in the mirror, she had already completely forgotten about him, and he felt unbearable pain in his heart.

I instantly regretted asking this question.

He wished her well.

But he was afraid that she would forget him.

Over the years, he has been in a place where the Buddha's light shines, but his heart has fallen on her.

The emperor, who had already turned around and walked a few steps, stopped when he heard this.

He turned around and stared at Jiang Xingzhi expressionlessly.

"In the 19th year of Liheng, Princess Feng'an went south to provide disaster relief. However, after she devoted all her efforts to provide disaster relief and bring peace to the people, she was kidnapped and burned alive by a group of ignorant people who believed the slander. Princess Feng'an was only 19 years old when she died. She had a young son in her belly. No one collected the body, and the remains were exposed to the sun for 49 to [-] days.”

When he said this, he sneered: "Master, there are people coming and going here, so you should be very well-informed. Are you asking questions knowingly?"

He didn't wait for Jiang Xingzhi's response and continued: "Master, are you laughing at me for losing my sister and my unborn nephew? I am still unable to give my sister glory, wealth and happiness?"

"Or is Master out of compassion and thinking that I still can't let go of the painful loss of my sister, so you want to enlighten me?"

"I heard that the master is now very famous in Xia Xi. Every time he gives a lecture, the seats must be packed with people. Master, you walked here on the bones of your wife and children. Come to think of it, you will not be like me. Keep those who have passed in your heart.”

"People in the world say that the Buddha is compassionate and cares about the salvation of all sentient beings in the world, but who can know that in order to survive, the Buddha can abandon his wife and children and live an ignoble existence."

"Master, if there are gods and Buddhas in this world, I would like to ask, how can a person like you be worthy of the word "Son of Buddha."

The emperor walked away.

When he was leaving the courtyard, he met the boy he had sent to the princess' mansion.

The emperor glanced lightly, and the child suddenly fell to his knees with a look of defeat on his face.

Not long after the emperor left, the child entered the house and hung himself under the beam. When he was found, he had no breath.

Since the emperor left.

Jiang Xingzhi stood under the maple tree in a daze, motionless.

The red maple leaves on the tree fluttered in the breeze and fell to the ground.

A few pieces were still lingering before his eyes.

In front of his eyes, she appeared in red clothes and riding a tall horse. She looked back and smiled: "Consort, after this disaster relief, I will take you to see the red leaves of Baektu Mountain. In autumn, the red leaves there are the most beautiful."

The beads in his hand stopped turning.

The prayer beads that had been with him almost all his life fell to the ground amidst the sound of the door as the emperor went out.

The beads were scattered all over the place, making a soft "ding-dong" sound.

The soft sound was like a bully hammer hitting his heart, and the knocking speed became faster and faster.

He was even out of breath.

A monk ran in and yelled at him: "It's bad, it's bad, Kongming him, he hanged himself!"

Jiang Xingzhi listened to the monk's lips moving and saw the man running towards him.

But he couldn't hear anything.

The bell on the top of the mountain rang melodiously.

One after another, it was time to gather the monks for dinner in the evening.

Jiang Xingzhi stood there without any reaction.

He felt like he heard her voice.

She murmured in a nostalgic voice.

"Go ahead, may you fly high in the sky and let the birds fly. From now on, you will spread your wings like a roc and never return."

(End of this chapter)