Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 337 The Coffin
At the time of Zhengyang, it was supposed to climb to the top of the clouds, and the sky broke.

But following the black-armored cavalry into the city, the sky was filled with gray for some reason.

The sky is so low that people can't breathe.

The sun is gone, and the clouds are rising.
The older generation said that it is an ominous sign that there will be no glow in the beginning of spring.

Heiqi entered Beijing, not smiling, not happy.

It should be a long-lost feeling for those young men who are full of blood to return to their homeland. Even if they don’t have the pride of holding their heads high, they should have the joy of restraining themselves.

In the dark army, the soldiers had sad faces, their heads drooping and their ears drooping.

Isn't this war a peace talk? Even if they didn't win the battle in Dongpu, Jinqi's side would not be able to eat well.But looking at the miserable looks of the soldiers in the army, I don't know, I really thought they had suffered a big defeat in Dongpu!
something is wrong
What is it that can make these tiger soldiers sluggish?
"Look quickly, they are wearing mourning belts on their hands, it must be that someone died."

In the crowd, an eight or nine-year-old child pointed at the arms of the soldiers and exclaimed without hesitation.

As soon as the words fell, the people all looked carefully in the direction of the doll's finger.

White linen was cut into thin strips and wrapped around the arms of the soldiers.

It is indeed a mourning belt!
But who would be dead to have such a big scene?
If it was an ordinary soldier or general, it would be nice to be able to bring the corpse back from the battlefield thousands of miles away.

But these soldiers not only looked sad and hard to hide, but also put on their mourning belts neatly.

From the looks of it, it should be that a prominent personage in the military camp died in southern Xinjiang.

Lu Ziyu frowned, feeling restless gradually in his heart.

Her beautiful eyes locked tightly on the army entering the city, as if she was looking for someone urgently.

Kodan's nails, which had been finely dyed just two days ago, were firmly grasped in the palm of her hand.

The maroon sweat horse entered the city with its head held high.

Lu Ziyu choked for breath, his delicate body trembling in place.

When the pony was halfway through the city gate, the figure on the horse's back gradually appeared.

The slightly burly body is covered with black ink thorn beast armor, and the helmet is not worn, embracing the crook of the right arm.

The person who came had a handsome face, sharp sword eyebrows, and starry cold eyes, and a black iron long knife straddling his waist, which added a bit of heroism to him.Who else could this majestic face be, if not General Lu Jia Erlang of the Jinwu Guard?
Seeing that his second brother was safe and sound, Lu Ziyu's suspenseful heart eased slightly.

I just wanted to let out a breath of foul air, but suddenly my heartstrings broke.

She saw that the second brother's arm was also tied with a white
It was pale and glaring, like a sword, piercing into her heart mercilessly.

Whose death can make this third-rank general wear a mourning belt?

The anxiety in my heart became stronger and stronger.

The horse neighed, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

Outside the towering red-painted city gate with rivets, a white horse came slowly.

Lu Ziyu didn't move her eyes, she gritted her teeth, clenched her hands, and stared in the direction of the city gate.

It's him!

It must be him!

The white horse enters the city, light and vigorous.

Lu Ziyu saw it, and saw it clearly.

Her beautiful eyes tightened, and her whole body shivered.

On the horseback, it was empty, only the breeze was blowing.
Behind Bai Ju, followed by a group of 36 strong men in mourning clothes.

On their shoulders, they also carried a sandalwood incense coffin.

Lu Ziyu licked his dry lips, and moved his lips a few times, but he couldn't even make a sound.

She wanted to call Luo Ning to ask if what those boys were carrying on their shoulders was a coffin!
The words were on the edge of her mouth, but her throat seemed to be being held tightly by a pair of big hands, choking off all the voices in her mouth.

In fact, Lu Ziyu knew that it was a coffin.

Maybe, it's still the coffin of her sweetheart
She didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, just stood there like a wooden sculpture, staring blankly at Suzaku's door, still looking forward to the figure of her sweetheart.

wait wait wait
But that master seemed to be avoiding her on purpose, and refused to show up for a long time.

The common people whispered, why didn't they see the Ninth Prince after the army passed by?
Could it be that the Ninth Prince has not returned to the capital, or is the Ninth Prince in danger in the southern border?
Or, the Ninth Prince was in the sandalwood coffin that passed in front of them just now?
The people were dumbfounded and blinded, but no one dared to speak out what they had in mind.

One is that the matter of scruples has not yet been determined, and if you dare to talk nonsense, I am afraid that you will be imprisoned, and the other is that the Ninth Prince holds the posture of crowning the world, and his talents are unparalleled, and God will not be jealous of talents , easily took the life of Jin Yuerlang.

"Luoning." Lu Ziyu said with difficulty.

She forced a smile, pretending to be calm and helped Zhu Chai in her bun, "He's not here, maybe he sneaked to Lanyue Pavilion first, intending to scare us." Trembling, he said again, "This boring trick, you can play it several times without getting bored!"

Luo Ning glanced at his young lady worriedly, and wanted to help her back to the carriage.

Lu Ziyu avoided her outstretched hand, turned and left on his own.

The moment he turned around and took a step, Lu Ziyu's shoulders trembled, his eyes were hazy like misty rain, and he staggered towards the carriage.

She seemed to have lost her soul, lost her soul, and walked on the street, always bumping into people.

"What's the matter with you girl? You didn't walk carefully, you just bumped into people?" Lu Ziyu accidentally knocked a woman on the shoulder with a vegetable basket, she cursed and turned her head to choke.

Lu Ziyu turned a deaf ear to the yelling, she couldn't even hear the whistling wind in her ears, or the hustle and bustle of the street.

That appearance of being alone, separated the entire Suzaku Avenue.

"Little girl, don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are from a wealthy family!" The woman still wanted to drag Lu Ziyu to make irresponsible remarks.

Luo Ning stopped the woman with a sullen face.

She took out a piece of silver from her cuff, "My wife is in a bad mood today, so don't provoke her with the silver. If you think the silver is not enough, come to Duke Lu's mansion tomorrow and ask me to get it."

When the woman heard that Luo Ning had reported "Lu Guogong's Mansion", she didn't have the heart to drag Lu Ziyu.

The shrewd eyeballs rolled, and he quickly took the money and slipped away.

Lu Ziyu hastily lifted the curtains of the carriage, she thought that the elegant and handsome figure might be waiting for her inside the carriage.

There was no one in the carriage.

Light and swaying, cold and quiet.

Lu Ziyu boarded the carriage stiffly, and the coldness of her limbs penetrated into her heart along the cracks in her bones.

Where did her Kuro go?
The vermilion lips were tight, and the beautiful eyes were chaotic.

Luo Ning lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.

Seeing her lady's distraught appearance, she couldn't help but shed tears, "Miss, let's go back to the mansion, back to Lanyue Pavilion!"

Lu Ziyu lowered his eyes and shook his head, his voice choked with sobs, "I won't go back to Lanyue Pavilion. Go to the Ninth Prince's Mansion on the outskirts of Beijing."

　Recently, I listened to Maomao's Wuwen again
　　
　
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