The rebirth of the poisonous girl is back

Chapter 157
"Send... a mourning?" Fan Yue was obviously stunned, "Sister-in-law, you..."

Doesn't she not believe that the boss is dead?Why are you in such a hurry to mourn at this time?

Jing Se sat down, picked up the water bag and took a sip of water to moisten her throat. The palms of her bandaged and unhealed hands tingled with this movement, and her fingers convulsed uncontrollably.

Fan Yue saw the pain in his eyes and felt pain in his heart, so he immediately grabbed the water bag from Jing Se's hand and took it to feed her himself.

"Before you recover, as long as I'm here, you don't have to do this kind of thing yourself."

Jing Se developed a high fever, and felt thirsty even after drinking no matter how much water he drank, so he bent his head and took another big gulp in the posture Fan Yue handed over.After he regained his composure, he looked at Fan Yue, "What do you want to do without mourning when everyone is dead?"

Fan Yue said: "I want to take it easy."

"When will it be delayed?"

"I don't know for now."

"Heh!" Jing Se said with a cool smile, "Could it be that you still want to enter the palace and kill the old emperor?"

"I had this kind of thought before." Fan Yue clenched his fists, grinding his teeth with hatred, "The moment I saw the corpse, I wished I could rush to the Qianqing Palace and tear the old emperor's body into pieces."

"And then?" Jing Se's eyes were very calm. It was a kind of tranquility that had settled after experiencing the pain of eternal life and death between heaven and man. It surpassed the tranquility of ordinary people and made people feel frightened.

Seeing that Fanyue was silent, Jing Se took the words with a low smile, "You kill the old emperor with your own hands for a moment, and then the blood of the Chu Palace will be buried with you, is it worth it?"

"Not worth it." These two words, Fan Yue almost squeezed out from between his teeth, and his hatred for the old emperor only increased.

Lowering her eyes, Jing Se said: "Listen to me, let's mourn."

"But sister-in-law..." Fan Yue's face was full of unwillingness, "The dog emperor hoped that the boss would die so that we could break up you in a logical way. Could it be that we just did what he wanted?"

Jing Se pursed her lips and smiled viciously, "Have you ever seen someone who offended me and still lived happily?"

Fan Yue was stunned for a moment.

From the moment we met in Huaqiao Town to the present, there are countless people who have offended his sister-in-law in his memory.

Aunt Xue, who almost pushed her off the cliff at first, died tragically in Famen Temple, and was torn to pieces by black bears.

Su Aoyu arranged eyeliners Lianqiu and Mingxia by her side. Lianqiu was once disfigured by her ingenious schemes and hated Su Aoyu to the bone. In the end, the plan was hers, and Mingxia died with a stick.

The aunt Su was devised by her to cut off an arm alive and then fell into madness, and was finally sentenced to death for her crime.

Cousin Jing Shurao, because she almost seduced Fan Chen, she found out in advance and set up a water snake to ruin the girl's life.

Because of provoking her again and again, Princess Danyang was impeached by the entire Metropolitan Procuratorate, and was sent to the border military camp to punish her.

The person she plotted the worst was Crown Prince Gu Gan. Last year, Emperor Fushigou of Beizhen personally presided over the case of the disappearance of the royal horse and the case of the genuine and false account books of Wanyi Pawnshop. Gan got in without knowing it, and was almost deposed as a result. She was also the one who suggested that Gu Qian should be guilty of meritorious service, but Gu Qian still doesn't know about it.

Thinking of these, Fan Yue was suddenly shocked.

That's right, whoever offended my sister-in-law, how could any of them end well?
"The revenge of killing your husband is unshakable!" Jing Se narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was an extremely dangerous aura around her.

Fan Yue was suddenly speechless. With such a sister-in-law who was as smart as the boss, he really shouldn't have the idea of ​​murdering the old emperor lightly.

It was easy for him to assassinate the old emperor, but the consequence would be that the entire Chu Palace would have to be buried with him, and his sister-in-law and little bun would be implicated.

Every change of expression on Fan Yue's face did not escape Jing Se's eyes, and she pursed her lips again, "Got it now?"

"I figured it out." Fan Yue nodded, "I will discuss with my sister-in-law in advance what I want to do in the future. If you think it is inappropriate, then I will follow your suggestion."

Jing Se nodded, "It's late at night, go to bed early."

After Jing Se finished speaking, she made a gesture to lie down.

"Sister-in-law, the tent has been set up over there." Fan Yue said, "You have developed a high fever, and you can no longer blow the cold wind. The tent is warmer, and a bed is specially set up for you. You go over there, and I will sleep here. shed."

After hearing this, Jing Se didn't refuse, stood up and walked out.

"Sister-in-law." Fan Yue said again: "Qian Mo is guarding outside your tent, your hands are inconvenient, you can't move around casually, if there is anything, just summon him."

"Okay." Jing Se responded, and walked towards the tent. Sure enough, there was a soft bed inside. She was exhausted physically and mentally, fell on the bed and fell asleep directly.

When I woke up again, it was already daylight.

Jingse was awakened by the sunlight projected from outside the tent.

Qianmo, who had been guarding outside all the time, heard the voice, stood outside and asked, "Concubine Shizi, are you awake?"

Jing Se said "um", her palm was wrapped, so she had to put her arm against her forehead, and found that the high fever had subsided a lot, so she got up and walked outside. When she saw Qianmo, she stood at the door and asked, "What time is it now?" gone?"

Qianmo said: "Concubine Shizi, it's already time!"

Jing Sexiu frowned, "So, I overslept?"

"No." Qian Mo hurriedly said: "Second Master has ordered that he will not enter the capital until Shi Zi Concubine wakes up."

Jing Se still looked worried, she clearly said last night that she was going to enter the city at dawn, but unexpectedly she fell asleep until midnight, which delayed a lot of time.

Qianmo seemed to see through her mind, and said again: "Concubine Shizi, even if you wake up an hour later, we may not be able to enter the city right away!"

"Oh?" Jing Se raised her eyebrows suspiciously.

Qian Mo explained, "Only at five o'clock did the gates of the city open, and the second master had to ask someone to prepare the coffin. By the way, he went to the Famen Temple to ask the abbot master to come and perform the method of transcendence. If he wanted to enter the city smoothly, he would have no time at all."

Jing Se nodded. It seemed that he was too impatient last night. Fan Chen was the son of King Chu. After he died, how could he just be buried hastily? The process must be very complicated.

Stepping out of the tent with one foot, Jing Se suddenly remembered something, and asked Qian Mo, "Have you prepared mourning clothes for me?"

Qianmo nodded, "Yes, the second master ordered it before, and I will send it to you after the princess wakes up."

"Then go and get it." Jing Se glanced at the embroidered dress on her body, "Everyone is enshrined, so it's not appropriate for me to go out dressed like this."

Qian Mo nodded and left for a while.

She came back after a while, holding a set of plain white clothes and a white flower in her hand.

Brilliant white.

Jing Se shrank her pupils, stood quietly for a long time, and then slowly took the plain clothes from Qian Mo's hands, turned around and changed into the screen.

When I came out again, I saw a dark coffin in the temporary mourning hall outside. The charred corpse had been encoffined, but the coffin had not yet been closed.

Seeing Jing Se, who was wearing a white plain jacket and wearing white flowers on her head, come over, Fan Yue, who was ordering others to do things, immediately greeted him, and greeted him with a forced smile, "Sister-in-law, how do you feel today?"

"The high fever has subsided a lot." Although Jing Se's voice is no longer as hoarse as yesterday, it is still dry.

She stared at the coffin, her whole body seemed to be frozen in place, and her heavy steps could not even move a bit.

"Sister-in-law." Fan Yue stepped forward again, holding her considerately, "I'll help you go up to see him for the last time, and the coffin will be closed soon."

"Okay." Jingse moved her steps, each step weighed a thousand catties, and it was a short distance, she seemed to have walked a lifetime before standing beside the coffin.

When looking at the charred corpse, the originally lifeless pupils became more hollow, as if looking at something else through the burnt corpse beyond recognition.

Jing Se remained silent, and Fan Yue knew that she was in extreme pain, so he didn't dare to disturb her, so he stood quietly with her.

"Have you sent someone back to report the funeral?" It took some time before Jing Se looked away from the charred corpse.

Fan Yue nodded, Gu Beiyu was leaving soon.

"What's written in the funeral newspaper?" Jing Se asked again.

"On March 29th, the [-]th year of Taihe, Prince Fan of Chu died in Huating Mountain."

After hearing this, Jing Se fell into silence.

Fan Yue glanced at her, probably guessing that she had something to say, so he didn't say a word, looking down at the heavy coffin.

"Do you want Gu Beiyu to go back to report the funeral?" After a while, Jing Se's calm voice sounded again.

"Yes."

"This funeral must be reported?"

"It must be reported."

"Change someone else." Jing Se said: "Gu Beiyu can be injured and pretend to be sick, whatever, just don't let him go to report the funeral."

Fan Yue's eyes flickered, "Why?"

Jing Se said: "Leave him a way out."

Fan Yue was even more puzzled, "Gu Beiyu came here with an imperial decree. If he doesn't go and give an explanation, he will definitely be questioned. Although I don't feel sorry for the Gu family, but the prince who the boss wanted to support the most during his lifetime was him, what should I do?" Fulfilling his last wish on behalf of the boss and continuing to support Gu Beiyu, the safety of Gu Beiyu is now at stake, and I cannot ignore it."

Jing Se raised his eyes, looked at the isolated mountain range not far away with cold eyes, and said: "In order to dig up the corpse, Gu Beiyu stayed up all night last night. Go back and report the funeral."

There is no discussion, no doubt, this is a sentence that carries an order invisibly, and the flat tone is full of arrogance and aloofness, and the listener dare not disobey.

She asked Gu Beiyu to pretend to be injured in order to prevent Gu Beiyu from going back to report the funeral in person.

Fan Yue frowned again and again, unable to understand Jing Se's intention at all.

Jing Se didn't intend to explain either, she slowly turned her head and looked at Fan Yue, "You said last night that you would listen to me from now on, so listen carefully, I don't explain many things, not because I don't want you to know, but... ...My heart hurts so much now that I don't want to say another word."

Fan Yue understood, "I understand."

After speaking, he quickly left to look for Gu Beiyu.

Gu Beiyu had already got on his horse and was about to go back to Beijing to report the funeral, when he suddenly saw Fan Yue galloping over, he was stunned, "Second Lord, what happened?"

Fan Yue said: "Come down."

Gu Beiyu was puzzled, "What for?"

"You come down first and then talk." Fan Yue repeated.

Gu Beiyu was helpless, jumped off the horse neatly, walked up to Fan Yue, looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"Destroy the funeral newspaper in your hand." Fan Yue spoke directly, without going around the corner.

Gu Beiyu's face changed slightly, "Destroyed the funeral newspaper?"

"Yes." Fan Yue said: "From now on, you are a patient. The lack of sleep last night caused the wound caused by the dog emperor blocking the sword some time ago. stage."

"But..." Gu Beiyu glanced at the guards ahead who were ready to go.

"You don't have to worry about them." Fan Yue said: "My sister-in-law is a genius doctor, and it's easy to create such a false impression of being seriously injured and fainted for you. Even if the imperial doctor comes, she may not be able to see the flaw."

Gu Beiyu thought for a moment, then readily agreed, "Since it's my cousin's arrangement, then I'll listen to her completely."

After finishing speaking, while the soldiers in front were not paying attention, Gu Beiyu took out the funeral newspaper and burned it directly, and then fell down straight.

"Third Highness—"

Fan Yue's exclamation attracted the attention of the imperial guards, and everyone saw that the Third Highness, who had just been riding a horse in high spirits, was now lying on the ground unconscious.

Gu Beiyu fainted, the imperial guards couldn't go back to Beijing privately, so they dismounted and came to help him up one after another, and built a new tent for him to lie down and rest.

*
The ever-burning lamp in front of the coffin was flickering, and the sound of the monks doing the work outside was humming constantly, and the simple mourning hall was full of the smell of incense offerings.

Jing Se stood in front of the coffin until Fan Yue came back.

"Sister-in-law, it's all done."

As soon as he entered the door, Fan Yue said, "Gu Beiyu has already laid down now."

"Let him put it on first." Jing Se said: "I don't have acupuncture equipment in my hand now, so I can't help him create deep sleep."

"I have ordered." Fan Yue responded.

"Then, let's go." Jing Se squatted down, and it was very difficult for her palms like rice dumplings to fetch the ghost paper and put it in the brazier. Looking at the white ghost paper that was burned to black ash in an instant, she stood up in a daze for a long time.

"Okay." Now Fan Yue will no longer have any doubts about her words, what she says is what she says.

After a stick of incense, the sixteen hidden guards who supported the spirit carried out the coffin.

The head of the dark guard's eyes were red.

"rise--"

After a long and distant shout, the coffin slowly walked towards the exit under the watchful eyes of the imperial guards.

The papers are all over the sky, one after another.

Jing Se and Fan Chen followed the coffin delivery team step by step. Jing Se was expressionless, listening to the sound of the monks chanting sutras, she felt a dull pain in her heart.

After leaving the mountain pass, the imperial guards found a way to find a carriage and sent Gu Beiyu, who was pretending to be unconscious, up, and drove slowly behind the coffin delivery team.

"Sister-in-law." After walking for half an hour, Fan Yue finally dared to speak, "Your hands are injured, and your high fever has not subsided completely. It is not suitable for such a long journey. Otherwise, I will find a horse and you can ride away."

Jing Se smiled lightly, "I've experienced heartaches that are more tormenting than physical pain, what else can't I bear?"

Fan Yue choked suddenly.

The ghost paper was flying all the way, and one accidentally flew over Jingse's face. She stretched out her two fingertips and gently picked it up, looking up at the gloomy sky with dark clouds.

"Fan Chen, you walked away gracefully and left me a mess. If there is a reunion, no matter whether it is in heaven or hell, this debt, you owe me, I will settle it!"

With a wave of his hand, he waved the ghost paper vigorously.

The coffin delivery team marched into the city at dusk.

There was no news at all beforehand, and the common people stood on both sides curiously poking their heads out to look at the coffin tied with white flowers and covered with black cloth.

The pitch black color is heavy, just like the mood of the sixteen hidden guards in Fuling.

The people became more and more curious, who was lying in the coffin?

When they saw Jing Se and Fan Yue in plain clothes at the end, everyone suddenly came to their senses.

The person lying in the coffin was most likely the handsome and talented son of the King of Chu, Fan Chen.

The Fan family has been loyal and loyal since the time of the Taizu. The princes who succeeded the nobles all conquered the east and west, leaving behind war myths one after another in the war history of the Western Qin Dynasty.

The Fan family's military power came to an end in the generation of King Chu.

Fanchen, the eldest son of the King of Chu, is exceptionally gifted. He knows the world, knows the past, and knows the present.

This is Fan Chen in the eyes of the world.

And now he was lying quietly in that pitch-black coffin, unable to speak.

The people who reacted all of a sudden knelt down on the ground, weeping unceasingly.

Such a darling from heaven, a banished celestial being, passed away suddenly when everyone was caught off guard?
The people fell to the ground along the street and wailed, and the whole city wailed.

Except for the funeral of the empress and prince, this is the first case in the history of Western Qin Dynasty.

Jing Se looked calmly at the people on both sides who gradually knelt down and wept in mourning, her eyes were slightly cold.

*
Chu palace.

Qian Mo, who was dressed in a cold white plain suit and tied a hemp rope around his waist, flew back all the way.

The old prince of Chu, who had accidentally contracted the wind and cold two days ago, looked at his attire through the curtain, and his cough got worse, and he was out of breath.

"Old prince, the son of the world, he... died."

Concubine Chu, who was serving with soup and medicine, froze, and the porcelain bowl fell to the ground with a "bang" and broke into several petals.

Old Prince Chu's eyes widened, he coughed and shouted sharply: "Nonsense! My grandson's martial arts skills are superb, how could he just die?"

Qian Mo's eyes were red and her lips trembled.

"Little Shen—" After a howl of grief, Princess Chu couldn't bear it, and passed away.

The maidservants rushed Princess Chu back to her room.

Old Prince Chu was still panting and coughing non-stop, staring at Qianmo, "Tell me again, how did Boy Shen die?"

Qianmo choked with sobs, and said intermittently: "On the day when we returned to the city from Yanshan, the son and the second master were attacked by surprise. The other party blew up the mountain with explosives, and the flames filled the sky. In order to let the second master escape, the son was buried in a sea of ​​flames."

Fan Chen's martial arts are so high that there are few people in the world who can beat him. The one who can make him lose his head in the sea of ​​flames can only be the top hidden guard who will never see the light.

"Okay! Okay!" The old prince Chu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. He didn't expect Fanshi to give in again and again, and what he got in return was not a corner of peace, but the constant suspicion of the superiors, pressing every step of the way. Such a king, how stupid!
Qian Mo was frightened by the old prince Chu's reaction, he asked nervously, "Old prince, do you want to be okay?"

"Help me up!" Old Prince Chu waved his hand weakly.

Qianmo immediately lifted the curtain and went in to gently lift him up.

"Has the coffin arrived at Prince Chu's mansion?" After coughing heavily, the old prince Chu asked.

"Already entered the city." Qianmo said: "I will be at the residence soon."

With red eyes, the old prince Chu stood up, "Take me, a white-haired man, to see my black-haired grandson who died at the age of twenty-six!"

21 years ago, he, a white-haired man, sent away his son with tears in his eyes. Twenty-one years later, he, a white-haired man, had to send off his grandson again.

It's sad, who can understand it?
Old Prince Chu's gray hair seemed to have added another layer of frost.

Qianmo wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and helped Old Prince Chu to the front yard.

Under the eyes of the tearful eyes of the people in the whole city, the coffin delivery team slowly arrived outside the gate of Chu Palace.

Seeing the pitch-black coffin, the old prince Chu twitched his beard, "Okay, okay! It's not in vain that I've been in fear for so long, and I'm finally home."

Fan Yue came forward, knelt heavily in front of the old prince of Chu and kowtowed three times, "My grandson is not filial and failed to protect my elder brother."

There was no extra expression on the old prince Chu's face, he swallowed hard, and said, "It's good to be back, it's a great fortune to be able to come back."

Fan Yue could hear that grandpa had already guessed that the boss met Huo Chiwei, and also knew that Huo Chiwei was sent by Emperor Taihe himself.

"Open the middle door and let my eldest grandson come in!" Old Prince Chu's painful voice echoed throughout the front yard.

Someone reminded at the right time, "My lord, my son died outside, and the coffin is not allowed to enter."

"Nonsense!" The old prince of Chu was furious immediately, "My eldest grandson was born in the Chu palace and grew up in the Chu palace. After he dies, he will naturally return to the Chu palace. Who dares to talk about those messy etiquette rules? The old man will let him go down to accompany my grandson first!"

As soon as this remark came out, there was silence everywhere.

The servants bowed their heads one after another, not daring to breathe.

Fan Yue has been helped up by Qianmo.

With scarlet eyes, he ordered to the outside world, "Open the middle door, welcome the prince!"

The tall and heavy vermilion lacquer door made a long "squeak" sound and gradually opened to both sides.

The sixteen hidden guards of Fuling walked in unison, carrying the coffin into the gate.

The well-trained servants of the Prince Chu's Mansion were very observant, and immediately went to prepare the mourning hall to hang the white silk.

An hour later, the coffin entered the mourning hall, the incense continued to burn, and the ghost paper continued.

The sound of wailing mixed with the chanting of the eminent monks of Famen Temple resounded over the entire Chu Palace.

The raindrops fell, crackling on the eaves and window lattices, and the heavens and the earth wept for it.

Jing Se sat on the stone steps outside the gate, not intending to come in.

Seeing this, Fan Yue frowned, squeezed the oil-paper umbrella and walked behind her, "Sister-in-law, why don't you go in?"

A cool smile curled up on the corner of Jing Se's lips, "I am not married to Brahma Shizi, since he passed away early and abandoned me, why should I spend this long life waiting for someone who is impossible to return?"

Fan Yue's expression changed drastically, "Sister-in-law, what do you mean?"

"From now on, don't call me 'sister-in-law' any more." Jing Se looked back with a smile on her face, "Second Master, the mountains and rivers will be far away from now on, if we meet again, you are the second master of Chu Wangfu, and I am Youxiangfu Miss, between us, that's all."

Fan Yue's heart shrank, his fingers holding the oil-paper umbrella tightened inch by inch, his voice was low, "Sister-in-law, you're leaving, what should you do, little bun?"

Jing Se looked at the pattering raindrops, "Don't say that I haven't married Fan Chen, I'm married to him. How can I forgive him for his evil deed of abandoning his wife today?"

Fan Yue pursed his lips, "But sister-in-law, you said before that you will never let the dog emperor go."

"It's one thing to deal with the old emperor, but it's another thing not to forgive Fan Chen. In short, it's all my business, and no one else has the right to interfere."

After all, Jingse stood up and wanted to leave.

"Mother--"

Haohao's crying voice suddenly came from inside the gate.

He didn't care about it, and didn't wait for the maidservants to open their umbrellas to follow, he rushed over in the rain and grabbed Jing Se's sleeve, his eyes were pitiful and tears glistened.

"Mother, where are you going?"

The fingers hidden in the brocade sleeves clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, Jing Se closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again, unable to tell whether it was rain or tears on her face.

"Baby, you stay in Chu Palace to accompany your grandmother and great-grandfather, your godfather will treat you well." Jing Se leaned over and raised her sleeves to wipe the raindrops off his head.

Haohao flattened his mouth and cried out, "Daddy abandoned Xiaobao, now even mother doesn't want Xiaobao anymore?"

"I..." Jingse's throat choked up, unable to speak.

"Where mother is going, take Xiaobao with you, okay?" He thumped and knelt on the gray floor full of water, his small body shrank into a ball due to the cold, and looked up at Jingse, The immature face was covered with teardrops, each of which turned into sharp knives, mercilessly gouging out Jingse's heart.

"Xiaobao has money." He twitched and said, "Xiaobao has saved a lot of pocket money, but he has never been willing to use it, because he is afraid that one day Xiaobao and mother will live without money again, and Xiaobao will be able to spend money." Take it out for emergency."

Jingse's eyes suddenly became hot.

"Mother, Xiaobao doesn't want to be a baby who doesn't want to be loved by his father or mother. Xiaobao wants to go with his mother. Can you take me away? Xiaobao won't drag you down."

Hearing these words from Haohao, Fan Yue felt extremely uncomfortable. He looked at Jing Se, "Sister-in-law, I beg you too, please don't leave?"

Jing Se bent over to help Hao Hao up, her face had returned to calm, "Second Master, Fan Chen and I have not yet married, and he is gone, what name do you want me to stay?"

Fan Yue fell silent for a moment.

"If you just want me to spend more time with the baby, I can promise you to come and see him after a while, but if you want me to stay, it's absolutely impossible!"

Fan Yue's eyes suddenly brightened, as long as Jing Se promised to come to Chu Palace again, everything would be easy to talk about.

"I really have no reason to keep you." Fan Yue said: "But see you later, I will not change your name, you are my sister-in-law for the rest of my life, no one can replace you."

When Haohao heard this, he burst into tears again, and held on to Jingse's arm tightly, "Mother, the girls said that it was Daddy who was lying in it, and Daddy no longer wants the baby, and the baby is only mother, if even you No, the baby just kneels and dies in the rain."

Jingse's heart ached, she squatted down, hugged the little bun tightly into her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Good baby, mother will never want you."

"Then you take Xiaobao away, okay?"

"it is good."

Fan Yue's eyes widened, "Sister-in-law, you... you want to take the little bun?"

Jing Se raised her eyes and met Shang Fanyue's unbelievable gaze, "I don't think he is suitable to stay in Chu Palace on this occasion. I will let him go to Youxiang's Mansion for a few days first, and then let him go after the funeral here." return."

Fan Yue breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I'll send you back."

Jing se didn't refuse this time.

Qian Mo quickly prepared the carriage.

Jing Se carried the little bun who was crying and fell asleep into the carriage, and his little hands were still tightly clutching her sleeves, even in his dreams, he was afraid that she would just leave and not want him.

The carriage started, and Qianmo, who was wrapped in white gauze and tied with a hemp rope around his waist, sat on the shaft of the carriage, attracting a lot of attention along the way. Passers-by thought that the person in the carriage was a person who had passed away, and stepped aside one after another.

Since getting on the carriage, Jingse has leaned her entire back against the wall of the carriage. Although she slept soundly last night, she couldn't help feeling tired.

I still remember that when the cause of the second wife's death was revealed, she once said a word to Jing Lan, to the effect that: each of us has a heart to defy God's will, but in the end we find that we are still no match for the power of fate.

She thought that reviving the whole life would be against the heavens, and it would be enough to turn the world upside down once again, but until now she found out that everything was just what she thought.

"God's will messed with me for the rest of my life, and in this life, I messed with the sky."

In the paddock in the past, she leaned on his shoulder and heard him say a sentence that she will never forget.

In just half a month, another world has been turned upside down between them. All the happiness and joy waiting for the big wedding have been swallowed up by a fire and mountain collapse in Huating Mountain.

The road ahead is so long, she still has to go on alone.

"Mother..." Haohao murmured in his sleep.

Jing Se looked down and saw that his eyelashes, which still had teardrops, were trembling slightly, his little brows were wrinkled, and the little hands that grabbed her sleeves were clenched tighter and tighter, "Mother, don't go, don't leave Xiaobao behind." one person."

Jingse's eyes were warm and her vision blurred.

What is the difference between her grief and Haohao who was raving in the dream at this time?

She also begged that person in a dream not to leave, not to abandon her, but he left so resolutely that he didn't even leave a trace of his back.

"Concubine Shizi, the Right Prime Minister's Mansion has arrived."

The sound of Qianmo came from outside.

Jing Se lifted the curtain and saw many people standing at the door, headed by Jing Yuhuan, everyone was dressed in plain clothes with dignified expressions.

Holding the sleeping Haohao in his arms, Jing Se got out of the carriage lightly.

Seeing this, Qian Mo immediately took Hao Hao from her hand, and said: "Shizi Concubine's hands are not healed yet, so I can't use such force."

Jing Se didn't refute, she raised her eyes and saw that everyone outside the gate was looking at her.

"Miss!"

It was Jing Lan who spoke first. He looked at Jing Se, who was wearing a white dress and wearing white flowers on her head. He choked up in his throat and couldn't speak after calling out.

Jing Yuhuan frowned even more. The eldest daughter on the opposite side became more and more haggard, as thin as yellow leaves on a dead tree in autumn, and might wither at any time.

With tears in her eyes, the old lady came forward leaning on her staff, "Girl Se, you have suffered."

The Right Prime Minister's Mansion received the news of the death of King Chu's son half an hour ago, and the old lady immediately asked everyone in the mansion to change into plain clothes.

After Jing Lan heard the news, she also came to the Right Prime Minister's Mansion immediately, but learned that Jing Se hadn't come back at all, so he had to wait anxiously with everyone.

After finally looking forward to Jingse's return, she was dressed in a white dress with white hair and flowers, her hands were tightly tied due to injuries, and she looked like she hadn't slept for several days, so haggard that she couldn't tell her shape.

Seeing these, Jing Lan felt heartbroken.

"Greetings to grandma." Jing Se withdrew her gaze and was blessed.

"Don't be too polite." The old lady leaned over to lift her up.

Such a big thing happened, now naturally no one will ask where she stayed for the past two days when she didn't return home, and whether it will ruin the reputation of her daughter's family.

Because there is nothing that can make the Right Prime Minister's Mansion explode more than the news of "Fan has died".

"Quick, help girl Se in." The old lady's voice trembled.

Yingluo and Qing'er came over immediately, one left and one right to support Jingse, both of them had tears in their eyes, and there was mist in their eyes.

A group of people went to the front hall.

Jing Se sat down under Qing'er's service, and everyone found their own seats and sat down.

Under Yingluo's leadership, Qianmo sent Haohao to sleep on the bed in Muyunju.

Jing Yuhuan looked at Jing Se with a pair of scorching eyes, "Arthur, is it true that Prince Brahma... died?"

Jing Se lowered her eyes, expressing that she didn't want to speak.

Jing Lan was nervous, "Sister, what's wrong with your hands? Is it okay? I'll go get you a doctor right away."

Since entering the door until now, all the greetings to Fan Chen have been lingering in her ears. Jing Se has not said a word, and now she finally heard a heart-warming sentence. She reluctantly pursed her lips, "Thank you Lan'er for your concern, it's okay, rest It'll be fine for a while."

Still a little worried, Jing Lan looked at Jing Yuhuan.

Jing Yuhuan immediately ordered the maid, "Go get the doctor!"

Jing Se was exhausted physically and mentally, turning a deaf ear to their messy questions later, and just pinched the center of her brows.

Seeing this, Jing Lan's pupils shrank, "Uncle, Eldest Sister is already very tired. If you don't understand anything, just go to the Chu Palace and ask if it's okay. Eldest Sister is heartbroken about Prince Fan. As soon as you come back, you ask all kinds of things, isn't that the same as stabbing her heart with a knife?"

It was the first time that a junior said that, and he said it with confidence, Jing Yuhuan immediately stopped talking.

The old lady also said: "Qing'er, help girl Se go back to Muyunju to rest."

Qing'er has long been irritated by everyone's questioning, but because of her identity, she can't speak out. Now she finally heard the old lady tell Jing Se to go back, and she gave Jing Lan a grateful look.

Jing Lan said: "Don't delay, hurry up and take the eldest sister back to have a good rest and relax."

After all, this kind of thing is for a weak woman to bear, no matter how strong she is usually, her heart at this moment is fragile and fragile.

Jing Lan thought of the day when his mother's death was revealed, Jing Se tried every means to comfort himself, and now looking at the thin figure who had gone out, he felt emotional for a moment.

God will make people!

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After Jing Se returned to Muyunju, Haohao woke up, his curled eyelashes were still stained with crystal tears, obviously he cried again in his dream when he was sleeping in Muyunju.

"Mother." He threw himself into Jingse's arms, his small body trembling.

Jing Se hugged him back, "Baby doesn't cry, mother is always there!"

"Daddy..." Haohao broke down in tears, "Dad, will he never come back again?"

Jingse choked up.

"Miss and sisters don't let Xiaobao go to see it." Hao Hao cried and said, "But I heard them cry, and they cried very sadly, and I saw white silk hanging all over the yard. I asked the housekeeper, and the housekeeper said white silk Silk is for the dead. Mother, is Daddy really dead?"

"Dead." Jing Se said calmly, "I won't come back again."

Haohao cried even more sadly, "Mother, can you take Xiaobao to wake him up?"

Jing Se's eyes were red, "Mother is very tired, I can't wake him up."

From body to heart, there is not an inch of her skin that is not painless or tired.

The full eyes, the crying spirit, are all comparable to a sharp sword, and the sword pierces her heart.

This pain is like killing the heart.

(End of this chapter)