Crying for the prince and having his mind read, I am the most favored harem!

Chapter 4 The coffin board can no longer hold it down

On the surface, Lin Qingran showed that she was in pain, but she didn't seem to think so in her heart.

But Mu Feng was not sure. After all, this kind of thing was too unbelievable. No one had ever mentioned being able to hear what another person was thinking. Maybe he should go back and consult the classics to find out.

"Ms. Lin, please be careful. I have finished reciting sutras for the prince, lit incense, and will leave first." Mu Feng said softly.

Lin Qingran felt slightly blessed and said, "Little Marquis, walk slowly."

Mu Feng nodded, turned around and left the hall and walked out without looking back.

[Strange, why do I look at Mu Feng and he doesn’t seem to be in too much pain? Could it be...?]

Xiao Heng's heart tightened. Could it be that Lin Qingran saw something?
  However, the next moment, Lin Qingran dismissed Xiao Heng's concerns.

[Could it be that a man doesn’t shed tears easily? 】

[Hey, maybe this child is crying secretly behind his back. The young marquis has such a heavy burden. You must know that it is not a sin for a man to cry. It is not good to always keep the sorrow to yourself. It is so frustrating. 】

Mu Feng's figure stagnated slightly, seeming to be slightly stiff, and then he quickened his pace to leave.

Looking at Mu Feng's back, Lin Qingran still felt weird in her heart. The original owner didn't have much contact with Mu Feng in his memory. Why did he want to see her unusually today?

Lin Qingran was not stupid. She didn't think that Mu Feng was just here to comfort her. There must be some other reason.

Unfortunately, she only knew a little about the previous plot of the book, and the author didn't mention much about it, so she couldn't analyze the reason for Mu Feng's abnormal behavior, so she could only suppress the idea silently.

Now that she has come out of the guest room, Lin Qingran has no intention of going back. She has to do everything in her acting and the original owner's love-minded look must be stable.

Next, those who offered incense and chanted sutras to Xiao Heng would see Lin Qingran silently kneeling in the brazier and burning paper money.

"Poor girl, why did this happen to her?"

"I think Miss Lin is afraid that she will become ill after the prince enters the imperial mausoleum. She is trying to hold on now, and her whole person seems to have lost her soul."

"Yes, who's daughter would end up like this for her fiancé?"

Lin Qingran's expression remained blank when the noisy sounds around him reached his ears.

Everyone thought she was too sad, but in fact she was thinking about the development of the current plot and what she should do next.

It was a good thing that she was not married, otherwise she would have been asked to be buried with her. I have to say that at least her life was saved now.

Therefore, the next step is to keep a low profile and maintain a stable personality. She still wants to live a good life, and she can retire in the Grand Master's Mansion.

Think about it, drinking tea, admiring flowers and scenery every day, isn’t this a beautiful life?

It would be better not to marry, but to be a happy little salted fish was her long-held dream, and now she could finally realize it.

What's more important is that there are good-looking people around him, and any palace official looks good. Sure enough, the palace is also a place where faces are judged.

The sky is getting darker, and fewer and fewer people are coming to and from the East Palace.

Although the death of the prince is a big event, there are still emperors, queens and many concubines in the palace, so the palace people still have to do what they should do.

After coming back to her senses, seeing that it was already dark, Lin Qingran felt that she should go back to her house to rest. Anyway, she had enough scenes today, and everyone knew that she loved Xiao Heng to death.

Even the maids could not be brought into the palace. At this moment, Lin Qingran had no one to help her, so she could only get up by herself.

Fortunately, nothing could be seen through the skirt, otherwise it would have been discovered that she was actually sitting, not kneeling.

After Lin Qingran got up, she suddenly found that there was no one around. The whole hall was eerie and eerily quiet. She felt cold for no reason and her heart beat like a drum.

Suddenly, a sound came from the direction of the coffin. “Clang!”

Lin Qingran's hair stood on end. Her ability to accept wearing a book was already a strong psychological endurance, but this did not include hearing strange noises in an empty mourning hall and being able to deal with them calmly.

Is there any movement, a fake corpse?

The palace attendant mentioned that Xiao Heng had been dead for a few days, but his body was well maintained and had not yet rotted away. This immortality just met the conditions for a fake corpse!

Unexpectedly, Uncle Ying's movie flashed through his mind. The scary looks of those zombies made Lin Qingran's face really pale at this moment.

If she hadn't still had some concerns about being in the East Palace, she would have definitely screamed.

[Help, help? 】

Xiao Heng...?
  I don’t know what these are, and I don’t quite understand Lin Qingran’s thoughts.

Lin Qingran's heart was beating wildly, almost to the critical point, but she turned her head with a blank expression and looked at the coffin that made the noise.

[Ah ah ah, Amitabha, good, good, Avalokitesvara of the South China Sea, the Supreme Lord is as anxious as the law, Uncle Ying bless me! 】

Lin Qingran was so flustered that he didn't care much. At this moment, he was even confused between Buddhism and Taoism. He just hoped that it wasn't what he thought.

"Boom!"

It was like another sound coming from the coffin. This sound struck Lin Qingran's heart. She was breathing very rapidly. After three breaths of silence, she turned around and ran away with a ferocious face, without any image at all.

[Help, someone help me, my cheap fiancé’s coffin board can’t hold it down anymore. He, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, he, faked his corpse! 】

[I am a biological mother, why do such good things happen to me? 】

Xiao Heng was speechless. He, the dignified prince of Tianyuan Kingdom, turned into a cheap fiancé.

Lin Qingran ran out neatly on her hands and feet, without losing any of her softness as she rolled and crawled before. However, she didn't see anyone on the road, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

The sounds in the mourning hall soon became quiet, and a moment later, a man in black gently landed beside the coffin.

"Your Highness, the matter has been settled and the man's fault has been caught. In addition, the Emperor and the Queen have also known about it, so they pretended to be too sad and did not go out." The man in black spoke softly to the coffin.

Perhaps arrangements had already been made, so no one was present in the entire hall. Even Lin Qingran was frightened and left the hall.

After a while, a hoarse and magnetic voice sounded.

"It's interesting." Xiao Heng snorted coldly, his brows filled with disdain, "Xuan Ying, go back."

Although he was seriously injured during this trip to the border, he was able to coax people there and found some clues, so the injury was worth it.

Even if the person behind him can divert trouble to the east, he will cut off his left and right arms.

"Yes, Your Highness." Xuan Ying immediately stepped forward and helped the person up.

Xiao Heng looked pale and clutched his chest. His injury was serious and almost killed him. In addition, he had been rushing back from the border for a long time in the past few days, so the wound has not healed yet, and there are still some signs of deterioration. .

Thinking of Lin Qingran, who behaved differently from usual today, Xiao Heng pursed his lips slightly, but didn't pay much attention to it. He was just an insignificant person, and he had more important things to do now.

After he repairs it, he must settle accounts with the people behind him.

When Xiao Heng returned to the East Palace, the bedroom was sealed, and of course it had to be sealed together with the mourning hall. No one was allowed in or out.

The palace people were wondering, why didn't they keep vigil for His Royal Highness?
  (End of this chapter)