The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 185 Funeral (1)
Rong Qiannian wrapped her fingers around her long hair, thought, and replied: "It's a waste of time to frame and frame the blame, so why not just continue killing and silence, it's over once and for all."

Xiao Yan smiled deeply: "It's really a clever fox." His right hand was hanging down, revealing his inner strength, which was about to come out.

Rong Qiannian raised her eyes, Danfeng's eyes trembled, her long eyelashes cast deep shadows, she couldn't see her expression, but her voice was playful: "Then I'm sorry, before you kill me, this princess still has a play .”

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, then shot.

A bright light flickered by, and the figure of the woman was gone. Immediately, she heard the woman's mournful cry, resounding throughout the night: "Ah, blood, so much blood, Seventh Sister..."

The blue light, moss and stones were set high, illuminating Xiao Yan's complexion, and illuminating the panicked and sad faces on the path.

"years!"

A heart-piercing call startled the nighthawks in the forest.

It was Wen's, and behind him was Rong Ruhai, with an old face and angry eyes, rushing from a distance, fiercely.

Xiao Yan forgot to move, and looked at the woman on the ground in shock. She cried out in grief, but those red phoenix eyes were all smiling after she succeeded, as if saying: Look, you lost.

On the ground, the woman in white clothes soaked in blood was still struggling, unable to make a sound, her fingers trembling, pointing at Rong Qiannian.

Rong Qiannian leaned over to the woman's blood-stained lips, opened and closed her mouth, her pupils dilated, and suddenly, she dropped her hand, and there was no more sound.

No one knew what Rong Nianhua said in the end, except Rong Jiu.

Rong Qiannian shouted, distraught: "Seventh sister."

The woman in the pool of blood on the ground did not open her eyes again.

"Child!" Rong Qiannian pointed at Xiao Yan slowly with trembling hands, "You are so cruel, how could you, how could you do it."

Xiao Yan was dumbfounded, his eagle eyes stared at Rong Qiannian, his ears buzzed.

"You give back my daughter."

"Nianhua, Nianhua, my daughter."

"Xiao Yan, you will die badly."

"You go to die, go to die!"

"..."

At night, in the empty purple bamboo forest, there were cries, shouts, and cursing that echoed back and forth for a long time.

In Haishi, the seventh daughter of the Rong family died in her prime.

At the time of the child, the Xiangfu, which had never been quiet, heard bursts of mournful cries from Changling Pavilion.One night without rest.

"Prosperity, prosperity, wake up, wake up."

"Ah...ah..."

"..."

Bloody, hustle and bustle in Changlin Pavilion, sad and cold for the night.

"Fan Hua, don't leave your mother behind."

"Open your eyes, open your eyes."

"We don't fight, we don't want anything."

"..."

"Why don't you fight, why don't you fight, that's your life."

"Daughter, my daughter."

"..."

In Changlin Pavilion, Lin's heart-piercing cry made the whole room sob. However, in the tassel tent, the woman slept peacefully, her eyelashes never opened.

Outside the sky, thunder bursts, and the rain began to be heavy again. In the Prime Minister's Mansion, there was silence everywhere, only the sound of crying.

In the main hall, Rong Xiang's face was full of old age, with tears running down his face, and his whole body was limp.

Outside the door, the maid plopped down on her knees, raised her eyes, her face was full of tears: "Master, Miss Eleven..."

"Prosperity?" Rong Xiang was in a daze, eyes numb, "What's wrong with Prosperity?"

The maid gritted her teeth and kowtowed: "Miss Eleven, it's gone."

Rong Xiang closed his eyes, collapsed on the ground, his head suddenly covered with white hair.

At the time of Zi, the eleventh daughter of the Rong family, Liang Di of the East Palace of the Tian family, passed away.

That night, white silk was hung on the beams, and the weeping in You Xiangrong Mansion was horrific and lasted for a long time. desert.

At Chen Shi, You Xiangrong Ruhai was dressed in white, with cotton and linen on his head, and he entered the palace to ask for orders. Outside the imperial city, only Xiang Ye's mournful voice was heard: "May the emperor be the master for this old minister."

"East Palace Prince Xiao Yan returned my son's life."

"The second daughter is bad, old minister, admonish each other with death."

"..."

On the gate of the city, the sound of grievances and drums continued until dawn.

At that time, Emperor Hui decreed to arrest Prince Xiao Yan and shut down Dali Temple pending trial.

Once the prince was imprisoned, the East Palace died.

At three o'clock, the coffin of the deceased in the Prime Minister's Mansion was carried to the gate of the palace, surrounded by two coffins, hundreds of people wailed, shouting, "The Son of Heaven breaks the law, murder pays for life." Emperor Hui has not issued an execution order for a long time.

Inside the imperial capital, people were in panic, and the secrets of the Tian family were passed on by word of mouth in the marketplace.

"Last night, did you hear that?"

In the teahouse, there were a few diners sitting around the table, chatting about last night's chaos.

There was a lot of noise, in twos and threes, and the interest was high.

"How could it be possible that I didn't hear it? The Xiangfu's cries probably spread throughout the entire capital. It's so gloomy that no one can sleep."

Immediately, someone responded: "The Holy Majesty probably won't be able to close his eyes right now."

"What the hell, from the time when Xiangye beat the grievance drum on the south gate of the city to now, Changxin Palace has invited several batches of imperial doctors, I heard." The man who spoke covered his mouth and suppressed his voice, "The emperor is vomiting blood gone."

During the banquet, a man of three or five rough sips tea: "Can you not vomit blood? You can't see that Xiao Yan is so insensitive after raising such a cruel and heartless son."

Now, in the entire imperial capital, from the top officials to the common people, and even the youngest children, when it comes to Prince Xiao Yan, they are all gnashing their teeth, abusing and contemptuous.

Someone asked again: "Did the prince kill the two ladies of the Prime Minister's Mansion? What was the motive?"

"There are different opinions on this matter, but..." the man waved his hands, and everyone leaned closer to their ears, and the man looked around for a week, "However, there are rumors in the Xiangfu that Miss Rong Ba is pregnant with the child of His Highness the Crown Prince, and the Crown Prince has made such an outrageous act." Naturally, he couldn't tolerate that child, so he killed him, and happened to be bumped into by the sleepless Consort Wang."

Those who speak are eloquent, and those who listen are with gusto.

It is credible to say so, and everyone couldn't help saying 'human face and animal heart' to Xiao Yan.

He asked again: "Then what's the matter with Miss Shiyi?"

The person who said the matter swallowed his tea, rested his breath, and continued: "Is it just a coincidence that a tea maid in Miss Eleven's courtyard absconded and was arrested that night? Di Niangniang took the medicine, and then planted it on the dead prince who is paying his respects at the prime minister's residence."

Everyone suddenly realized that they had no doubts, and even sneered at Xiao Yana, cursing in twos and threes incessantly.

"I didn't expect the prince to be so cruel and merciless."

"What the hell is not human."

"It's just insane."

"A beast in clothes that kills his wife and son."

(End of this chapter)