The princess is killing like crazy again

Yi Yan guessed that Abei was probably going back to report to Liu Pinjue, and he also felt that Liu Pinjue was indeed a man with great ambitions and was very patient.

No matter what he thought in his heart, he had not actually appeared in front of Xiao Yurong in these days, so he was not afraid of not seeing him for the last time.

As for himself, he really couldn't cry now.

Because he knew that Xiao Yurong might wake up soon.

Or maybe he would never wake up again, but he did send Xiao Yurong off after all. He promised to accompany Xiao Yurong until he left this era.

Li Yaozhi carried Xiao Yurong into the carriage.

Xiao Yurong saw that Li Yaozhi was trembling all over and had almost lost his usual composure.

A hint of satisfaction flashed across her face, blood dripped from her lips, and Li Yaozhi hugged her tighter.

These years she has always been tormented by a feeling of boredom, as if she were in a nightmare.

It seemed that fate had favored her, allowing her to return to this world. But it also seemed that fate had never favored her, causing her to suffer from illness, weakness and a short life.

She was like a fish trapped in a quagmire, with a snow-white belly and fine scales. The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.

These days, she has been coughing all night and unable to sleep, just like countless times before.

The doctors tried their best and used all kinds of rare and precious herbs, but there was no effect.

His condition got worse and worse, and in the end Xiao Yurong lay on the bed, too weak to get up.

But this time she could clearly feel that her energy was running out and her end was near.

I don't know if the witch doctor's method will work.

Xiao Yurong suddenly seemed to calm down. In the shaking carriage, she leaned in Li Yaozhi's arms and looked out the window.

It's like a dying Epiphyllum under the moonlight, swaying, cold and decadent.

She saw many distant things, scene after scene.

She saw herself wearing a crown and a dragon and phoenix robe, sitting on a dragon and phoenix chair, looking down at the civil and military officials.

Seeing Xiao Yuyuan staggering towards her, he threw himself into her arms and called her "Sister" in a crisp voice.

He saw himself sitting at the head of the princess's mansion, chatting and laughing with his staff, drinking and having fun. The Gongsun brothers, Yu Shu, Xie Deshu, and Yi Yan were drinking happily, and Du Xi was silently pouring wine beside them.

See Zuba in the twilight, with the sound of bells, wishing her freedom.

Seeing that he was distracted while playing the piano, Liu Pinjue hit him on the head.

She saw Wang Fuxuan with a stern face sewing a small flower on the torn corner of her sleeve, and then he said a few words of annoyance when he saw her smile.

I saw little Li Yaozhi struggling to carry her on his shoulders to reach the kite on the tree branch.

I saw Huo Zhao walking in the snowy night with a lantern in his hand, holding the little girl in his other hand.

She saw her father and brothers surrounding her, and the family happily enjoying their meal.

Then I saw that spring banquet again, she was riding a horse in the spring breeze, dressed in bright clothes and riding a fierce horse.

Xiao Yurong's breath became weaker and weaker.

In front of Yunshui Temple, only a young monk came out to thank the visitors, saying that the deceased master did not see anyone, especially Li Yaozhi.

"Since the donor was able to burn down Xiangguo Temple, he must be a person who does not believe in Buddhism. Why would he bother to pray in front of Yunshui Temple?" The little monk shook his head.

"Buddha has mercy on me. I know I am deeply sinful, but Your Highness is an innocent person. Why should I implicate her? I will take all the sins on myself. I only pray that Master Yuanji can save Your Highness. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Why did you watch her die without saving her?" Li Yaozhi asked.

The little monk still shook his head.

Li Yaozhi held Xiao Yurong in his arms and knelt in front of Yunshui Temple.

"My disciple Li Yaozhi has committed countless sins of body, speech, and mind, including verbal sins and murder sins, the ten unforgivable sins."

"All the evil deeds I have committed in the past are due to greed, anger and ignorance from the beginningless past. I now repent of all the evil deeds that have arisen from my body, speech and mind."

"I know that I have committed serious sins, and this prosperous world will not tolerate me. I wish to be ground into dust, to be thrown into the eighteen hells, to be tortured to death, and never be able to be reborn."

"I only pray that Buddha will have mercy on me and save Princess Rong's life."

Li Yaozhi bent down and lowered his head, unable to get up for a long time, his voice trembling: "I beg Master Yuanji to come forward and save my Highness..."

The jade statue, seemingly without any emotions, knelt down and begged for mercy for one person, crushing all its self-esteem and dignity.

If Xiao Yurong had a little strength, she could stop Li Yaozhi and tell him to stop begging, as it was useless.

But now she almost didn't have the strength to speak.

She only felt Li Yaozhi's tears dripping on her cheeks and neck.

"Your Highness..." Li Yaozhi lowered his head, his fingertips trembling.

"Go back..." Xiao Yurong uttered a few words with difficulty.

The fishy and sweet smell of blood surged, and blood dripped from the corners of her lips. She gasped with great difficulty and coughed up blood.

She didn't know whether she could survive or not. The feeling of dying bound her and death followed her like a shadow.

After all, Li Yaozhi grew up with her as a childhood sweetheart. Seeing Li Yaozhi like this, she felt somewhat relieved.

Anyway, no matter how he comes and goes, Li Yaozhi will be in excruciating pain.

Li Yaozhi cried almost silently, "I want to save you, but I don't know what to do now..."

It turns out that he is also helpless, and he can cry like this.

Xiao Yurong raised her hand and touched Li Yaozhi's wet face. This moment seemed to overlap with her previous life.

It seemed to be the same in the previous life.

Li Yaozhi held Xiao Yurong's neck with his bloodstained hand, put his face close to Xiao Yurong's cold cheek, and his tears flowed into Xiao Yurong's black hair.

Xiao Yurong smiled and whispered, "My heart and lungs are about to break after coughing, cough cough cough...but you only know how to cry..."

She raised her hand, but it finally fell to the side weakly, and her last breath disappeared.

"Your Highness..." The person in his arms became colder and colder, and Li Yaozhi almost burst into tears.

Watching the person you love die in your arms, watching the sky collapse before your eyes.

The hurried footsteps behind me approached, but then hesitated.

Liu Pinjue slowly half-knelt beside Xiao Yurong and held Xiao Yurong's wrist, but there was no pulse.

Looking at Xiao Yurong's peaceful eyes, Liu Pinjue grabbed Xiao Yurong's cold hand and shook it, "My dear."

Liu Pinjue never says anything gentle because he always has a lot to do.

He is busy making a living. Interests and calculations always harm the gentle and pure place in people's hearts. Almost everything he does is linked to interests.

But he just happened to have a moment of true love for Xiao Yurong, so Liu Pinjue would not be unnecessarily polite to Xiao Yurong.

It is for this reason that Liu Pinjue's "Qingqing" means more.

But Xiao Yurong did not respond.

At that moment, Liu Pinjue's mind was blank. He was a thoughtful person, and this was the first time he felt so confused.

"Who is Master Yuanji? Why don't you come out? Why don't you save people!" Abei was furious and grabbed the little monk's collar and pulled him in front of him.

The young monk still shook his head, "Master Yuan Ji passed away not long ago, and he can't save us."

"What?" Abei let go of his hand and took a step back in a daze.

Is this destiny? Is this fate?

Li Yaozhi stood up holding Xiao Yurong.

Ah Bei went up to stop him, "What are you going to do?"

"Her Highness said she wanted to go back, so I'll take her home." Li Yaozhi lowered his eyes and looked at Xiao Yurong's face.

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Liu Pinjue raised his eyes and said, "Let's hold the funeral here. After it's over, we'll take her back to Yujing."

The body should have been placed in Princess Zhaoyang's residence in Yujing, or in Zhaoyang Hall in the Imperial Palace.

It is not reasonable to do so in Yunshui, but the journey from Yujing to Yunshui is not short, so why should Xiao Yurong die in peace?

"Could it be that Yujing still has someone she is attached to? She wants to go back just for the sense of belonging." He curled the corners of his lips in sarcasm, not knowing who he was mocking.

Li Yaozhi finally slowly moved his gaze away from Xiao Yurong and looked at Liu Pinjue, "Sometimes I don't understand whether the teacher really cares about Your Highness."

“Human hearts are like devils, why do we have to tell them apart?” Liu Pinjue supported himself on his knees and stood up.

"Then... I wish the teacher great success and may all his wishes come true." Li Yaozhi said with his eyes lowered.

It's meaningless anyway. Everything he fought for, everything he insisted on, would be meaningless without Xiao Yurong.

It was his arrogance and self-righteousness that burned away the last bit of spirit in Xiao Yurong.

The oil is running out and the lamp is going out...Haha, he is also a person illuminated by Xiao Yurong's burning candle.

The cold wind blows through the forest, the grass and trees rustle sadly, and winter is here.

The wind was blowing miserably, blowing up Li Yaozhi's robe and Xiao Yurong's skirt.

He held Xiao Yurong in his arms, turned around heavily and slowly, and walked step by step towards the setting dusk.

He walked forward slowly.

He was the only one left, just him and the dusk.

Liu Pinjue stood there for a long time without making any movement.

There were no tears, no expression of sorrow, nothing on his face.

Terribly blank.

Yi Yan stood not far away and witnessed all this, like an observer who always stood by and watched the fire from the other side of the river.

He did not belong to this dynasty, but witnessed it all happening.

The words in the history books began to overlap again.

In the winter of the sixth year of Zhaoxi, the Xiao army was defeated. When Liu's army entered the capital, Zhaoyang slayer set fire to the princess's mansion and committed suicide by cutting his own throat.

In the winter of the sixth year of Zhaoxi, Emperor Zhaoyang died of illness in Yunshui.

What I fear most is snow falling in Yujing City, but he died of illness in the clouds and water.

The funeral was held in a hasty and grand manner, and the news spread throughout Chule in an instant. Various forces rushed to confirm whether Xiao Yurong was alive or dead.

Seeing is believing, and those with ulterior motives had to believe the information that Zhaoyang *** was dead.

The funeral was filled with sorrow and grief.

When the state guardian passed away, people of Xiao Yurong's rank and status were supposed to be the only ones to attend the funeral, including members of the royal family, court officials, relatives and friends, and others were not allowed to be guests.

However, Liu Pinjue did not set any threshold. As long as one expressed his condolences sincerely, anyone could enter the mourning hall to pay their respects.

Xiao Yurong's life was like a raging fire, and he didn't want her to die in loneliness.

The mourners performed rituals in front of the coffin, such as bowing or kneeling, to express their condolences to the princess. Some dynasties may also have special sacrificial ceremonies, such as burning incense and offering flowers.

In a solemn atmosphere, the coffin was placed in the middle of the mourning hall, and a long table was set up in front of it to place the offerings. A white curtain was hung above, and white candles were lit on both sides to ensure that they would burn all the way until the funeral.

Those who feared her and admired her, whether they had received her favor or had heard of her fame, came in groups to pay their respects and cried loudly in front of her mourning hall.

Even those who had nothing to do with Xiao Yurong would feel sad about the end of the symbol of prosperity and sigh at the death of Princess Zhaoyang, whose reputation was as great as a disaster.

There had once been the coldest bright moon that fulfilled her arrogance. As she danced under the falling moon, the entire prosperous Chu music was reflected in the clear light under her graceful figure.

When the emperor in Yujing heard the tragic news of ***'s death, he vomited blood and became extremely ill.

He suspended court for several days, ignored state affairs, locked himself in the Zhaoyang Palace, and refused to go out.

Even now, the Second Prince Xiao Yuxun is in charge of government affairs.

The clouds and water were shrouded in heavy sadness, and tears, whether sincere or false, fell like rain.

The funeral lasted three days, and everyone who should and shouldn't have come arrived.

"Rongrong!" Xiao Yucheng's mournful cries echoed throughout the mourning hall.

He hurried from Yuyou, but what he heard was the news of Xiao Yurong's death.

The brothers fell out with each other, and three of their own flesh and blood were tragically lost.

My father died, my third brother also died, and now even my youngest sister has died of depression caused by illness.

People on both sides stopped him, and many of those who came to mourn were Xiao Yurong's former students and officials.

Xiao Yurong had made careful plans, and over the years, she had many loyal subordinates and staff. Even if she died suddenly, there would be many living people who would pave the way for her after her death.

Xiao Yurong's subordinates stopped Xiao Yucheng, who was crying and rushing towards the coffin, and said, "Fourth Prince! Fourth Prince! Calm down!"

"Be quiet." Li Yaozhi, who had been silent from beginning to end, finally spoke.

He knelt at the head of the two sides of the mourning hall, dressed in plain white and in mourning clothes.

This was the place where Xiao Yurong's blood relatives should be there to keep vigil. But how many direct relatives did Xiao Yurong have left?

Xiao Yuxie is the emperor and cannot leave the capital, and now he has vomited blood and fallen ill.

Xiao Yuxun was looking after the government affairs in Yujing for him and was too busy to handle everything.

Xiao Yuyuan is still so young, how can he come?

Only Xiao Yucheng came, who had just rushed over from his exile in Yu Yu overnight.

The wake is when relatives wear mourning clothes and stand on both sides of the mourning hall to receive guests who come to pay their respects.

Li Yaozhi had been kneeling here silently and had never left.

"It's you!" Xiao Yucheng said hatefully, "You tricked her into coming here! She really loved you, why did you hurt her like this? You killed her!"

Li Yaozhi didn't even turn his head.

Liu Pinjue, who came in from outside, caught a glimpse of Xiao Yucheng and said in a deep voice, "Qingqing is worried too much and exhausted. Don't you know what your sister's condition has been like over the years?"

Li Yaozhi has been kneeling here to keep vigil, and Liu Pinjue is in charge of all the funeral arrangements.

When Xiao Yucheng saw Liu Pinjue, his emotions became even more intense. "Liu Pinjue! What qualifications do you have to be here? She was killed by you! You are her master, how could you be so cruel after all these years?"

"Four Kings!" Xiao Yurong's subordinates held Xiao Yucheng tightly, preventing him from rushing forward.

"It's too noisy. It will disturb her. Her Highness was not at peace during her lifetime. Don't let her be restless after her death." Li Yaozhi said softly.

Xiao Yucheng made a silent sound.

He knelt down weakly, gritted his teeth and looked at the coffin with tears in his eyes.