The princess is killing like crazy again

Xiao Yurong's subordinates whispered to comfort Xiao Yucheng: "This is Yunshui, and now it is controlled by the Liu family. Liu Pinjue must be trying to gain a good reputation. It is not appropriate to conflict with them at this time. Otherwise, if we die here, how can we avenge the princess?"

Yes, yes.

Xiao Yucheng took a deep breath and held back his tears. The more it was at this time, the more he couldn't panic.

One of Xiao Yurong's staff members stepped forward to apologize to Liu Pinjue: "I'm really sorry. We are blood relatives, and the Fourth Prince lost control of his emotions and didn't handle the situation well."

They are now the mourners and cannot get angry about this situation. They can only grit their teeth and swallow their anger to apologize to Liu Pinjue.

Among Xiao Yurong's disciples and former officials, most people now think that it was Liu Pinjue who killed Xiao Yurong.

Liu Pinjue knew what they were thinking and didn't care.

Yu You was closer, so Xiao Yucheng arrived first.

Most of the people who arrived later came from far away places, and they were all Xiao Yurong’s students and former officials.

Especially Gongsun Qin, Xie Deshu and Du Xi.

Gongsun Zhao can't come, and if such a large number of officials are withdrawn, it will be a real mess.

What's more, the body is now kept in a state of rest, and Xiao Yurong's remains will have to be returned to Yujing during the funeral procession.

Gongsun Zhaode had to stay behind to stabilize the situation and appease the princess's old subordinates, and not lose his composure.

So the one who came was Gongsun Qin.

Gongsun Qian was also afraid that his brother would not be able to hold on. After all, when he learned the bad news, he saw that his brother's face was as pale as paper.

Gongsun Zhao collapsed on the ground, holding Gongsun Qin's shoulders with tears and laughter, "Brother, I really shouldn't have let those people go at that time. I should have told my master everything I knew... I was too worried... It was me, I hurt her..."

Gongsun Qin racked his brains to explain that Xiao Yurong needed him to appease his old subordinates, and only then was he able to stabilize Gongsun Zhao.

The same goes for Yu Shu. He has to stabilize Xiao Yurong's military power and Fuyang Guard in Yujing.

She couldn’t let all her years of hard work go to waste just because of Xiao Yurong’s death.

Yu Shu cried all night while holding the Jade Dragon Swords. He stared at the swords in silence and recalled every moment he spent with the princess.

The next morning, he was trembling again, holding the sword, and trying hard to stabilize the situation.

A scholar dies for a confidant.

After hating himself and everyone around him, he gritted his teeth, wiped his tears and had to go on.

Not now, not now if I want to die for the Lord, I have to kill all those people before I can die.

That’s why the people who came were Gongsun Qin, Xie Deshu and Du Xi.

Du Xi stayed by the coffin, and only played a piece of music for Xiao Yurong when it was late at night, sometimes playing the pipa, sometimes the hujia.

The song was so heartbreaking that he cried bitterly and the strings of his pipa broke and could not make a single movement.

"You said you would come back to listen to my pipa. Princess, you lied to me. Get up." Du Xi covered her face and cried.

The rest of the time, he just stood in front of the coffin, his eyes blurred with tears, and refused to leave.

Gongsun Qian, also because of the saying that a gentleman will die for his confidant, got drunk with a jar of wine in his hand and fell to his knees in front of the hall, staggering under the astonished eyes of everyone.

"Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they are not allowed to have white hair in the world." He looked up and laughed.

Gongsun Qin lowered his head, picked up the brush and wrote the elegiac couplet. His tears fell on his clothes, smudged by the ink.

"We agreed to come back and drink together, my lord, you broke your promise." Gongsun Qin lightly touched the wine jar in the air, and his tears fell into the jar.

Xie Deshu was unexpectedly quiet. He quietly looked at the burning brazier outside and moved his toes slightly.

Li Yaozhi suddenly said, "Her belongings are being burned there, do you want to be burned with them?"

Xie Deshu paused, seeming a little confused, "Am I not her relic?"

"You are not, and neither am I." Li Yaozhi said.

He kept his head down and knelt there from beginning to end, as if he was isolated from the world.

"Are you crazy?" Xie Deshu asked as if it were a statement.

When Li Yaozhi closed his eyes, all he could see was Xiao Yurong's pale face, with her palms covered in blood, yet she was touching his face.

Xiao Yurong was talking while blood was gushing out of his throat uncontrollably.

He listened to Xiao Yurong saying that it was very painful, but he was powerless to do anything. He begged Xiao Yurong again and again not to die and not to leave him alone.

Li Yaozhi closed his eyes, then opened them again, avoiding the question: "Why don't you choose another wise leader?"

Xie Deshu shook his head slowly: "She is all I have. She is my only master."

"Then guard it for her, guard Chu Le." Li Yaozhi said.

Xie Deshu was silent for a while, then knelt beside her and whispered, "Can't I die with her?"

"There are too few generals who can be used, and Chu Le will face many dangers in the future." Li Yaozhi said.

"Well, then I won't die yet." Xie Deshu looked at the coffin with red eyes.

Cui Ci Ning also arrived. On his way here, he felt terribly confused.

He had long been confused by the ebb and flow of love and hate.

When he actually stood in front of the mourning hall without saying a word, he sadly discovered this matter.

The shadow from his previous life appeared again. The figure seemed to appear in the corner again, staring at him silently without saying anything.

Is that Xiao Yurong from the previous life? Or is that Xiao Yurong from today?

It was winter again in the sixth year of Zhaoxi.

The dazzling whiteness made Cui Ci Ning feel heartbroken. He staggered a step and looked towards the coffin.

Cui Ci Ning's eyes were all white, as if he was blinded by snow, and there were buzzing sounds in his ears.

"General..." The guards around him went to support him worriedly, afraid that he could not hold on.

Cui Ci Ning waved away the hands of the people around him, strode forward, rushed into the hall, and came to Li Yaozhi's side, "Is this how you take care of her?"

"You told me that a short pain is worse than a long one, and told me to stay away from her as soon as possible. Is this how you took care of her and caused her to lose her life?!" He pulled Li Yaozhi to question him.

Li Yaozhi's eyelashes trembled, and through his thick eyelashes, Cui Ci Ning seemed to see a flash of tears in his eyes.

"Yes, it was me who was stubborn and self-righteous. That's what harmed her and made her lose all her energy and vitality," Li Yaozhi said in a low voice.

Li Yaozhi's behavior made Cui Ci Ning feel exhausted and he had no place to vent his anger.

Not just Li Yaozhi, but all of them.

When did it start to go wrong?

It was near dusk last year when she told him that he didn't need to leave her a complete body, but that he could grind her bones and scatter her ashes. She wished him revenge and a bright future.

It was he who broke into the princess's mansion at night. After they exchanged a bloody kiss, she asked him if he still loved her, and he said that they had a blood feud in their previous life.

They broke up on their way back from a retreat. She grabbed his knife with her bare hands and stabbed it into her heart, then smiled miserably and said she would wait for him to kill her.

Or...or even earlier?

When they arrived at Pingnan Cave, they laughed until they couldn't breathe, and laughed until they cried.

As early as when he said he would bring Xiao Yurong to Yinzhou and treat Xiao Yurong to the strongest liquor.

As early as when Xiao Yurong said he wanted to take him away, the Princess Mansion in Yujing was also his home.

Was the foreshadowing already laid at that time?

Grass gray snake line.

When the fog dissipated and fate came and went, he finally got a glimpse of those majestic true hearts, the moments hidden in the dust.

The one I have loved sincerely, the one I have hated deeply. I cannot love, and I cannot hate.

Cui Ci Ning knelt down in front of the coffin, slowly and laboriously placed his palms against the cold coffin, and lowered his head.

He covered his eyes with his other hand, crying silently, choking with sobs and unable to speak.

He discovered that he loved her.

Love to the point of timidity, hate to the point of incompleteness.

Wang Fuxuan and Wang Wanru arrived a little late. After all, Wang Fuxuan had difficulty walking due to his disability.

Although the news spread throughout Chu Le, Wang Wanru still stubbornly refused to believe that Xiao Yurong would die before actually arriving at Yunshui.

Of course, it was the same for Wang Fuxuan, but he knew it better than Wang Wanru.

Wang Wanru looked at her third brother’s pale face and knew that something was wrong.

She watched Wang Fuxuan stumble up from the wheelchair, and when he reached the coffin, he fell to his knees as if he had suddenly lost a leg.

The coffin was covered with rich brocade and decorated with pure white flowers.

Wang Fuxuan didn't even have the courage to take another step forward, so he leaned down, holding on to the coffin.

Wang Wanru couldn't see Wang Fuxuan's expression, but she could see that Wang Fuxuan's shoulders were trembling a little.

He tightly grasped the knee of the leg with the hidden disease, and his wrist was shaking, as if he was in great pain.

He has always had a tendency to be self-destructive, and is essentially very similar to Xiao Yurong.

Xiao Yurong is vindictive, and Wang Fuxuan is very meticulous.

The physical defects and weaknesses, the long-term companionship and paranoia, are all the same, a hidden self-destructive mentality.

Among all these young men from noble families gathered in Yujing, who isn’t someone’s childhood sweetheart?

The sick plum and weak bamboo are extremely ridiculous.

Wang Fuxuan will no longer be inclined towards self-destruction, nor will he question the meaning of life anymore.

It was because of Xiao Yurong that he felt unprecedented pain and unprecedented vitality.

Wang Fuxuan began to understand that those sticky and insoluble emotions were neither love nor hate, but very simple, that was Xiao Yurong.

Wang Wanru cried so hard that she fainted several times. She knelt beside the coffin and sobbed, "Wake up, Princess, wake up..."

"You said you wanted me to be a female official. You said that instead of giving my life to a man, it would be better to give it to you... I gave it to you, why did you abandon me? Wake up..." She cried heartbreakingly.

The shrill crying lasted for three days and three nights.

Three days later is an auspicious day selected, and the ceremonial procession arranged is based on rank and status, the same as that of the emperor.

The people who carried the coffin were the Fuyang Guards. As soon as the team set out, they had to smash the clay pot used to burn paper in front of the coffin.

Who will fall?

At this time, the person who finally arrived was Huo Zhao.

On the way here, Huo's men were ambushed by a family with whom they had an old feud. They saw that Huo Zhao was in a state of anxiety and had no intention of fighting, so they attacked him.

Huo Zhao didn't bring many people with him. They traveled light and rode fast. Most of them were people in the Huo family who had a good relationship with Xiao Yurong.

The group of people were tripped up and finally arrived at Yunshui in a dusty and embarrassed state.

The sight of mourning all over the city had already made them feel uneasy.

Huo Zhao was also injured, and he rushed to Yunshui without taking any care of himself.

He still couldn't believe it, still couldn't believe that the living child he watched grow up would leave.

This must be the same as when Pingnan disappeared, it was just a strategy used by Xiao Yurong.

Huo Zhao dismounted and walked quickly in that direction. The closer he got, the slower his pace became.

He looked ahead absentmindedly, and several members of the Huo family around him hurriedly said worriedly: "Patriarch..."

But the words were on the tip of their tongues and they could only sob and say, "My condolences..."

There was still blood flowing from Huo Zhao's forehead, and fresh blood continued to flow along the dried bloodstains. He suddenly choked up.

He bumped into the paleness.

Huo Zhao lost his voice at that time and could not cry at all.

The people who came to pay their respects found his condition horrible and came forward to inquire about his situation, asking him questions with concern.

Huo Zhao was speechless, sobbing, and pointed at the coffin.

Those people were silent again, and after a long while they sighed and uttered: "My condolences."

Express my condolences! Express my condolences again! How can I ask him to express my condolences?

Only at this point did Huo Zhao have to believe this fact.

"It just so happens that you arrived in time, so you can be the one to break the pot." Liu Pinjue looked at Huo Zhao and handed the pot in his hand to him.

Huo Zhao took the clay basin almost tremblingly, raised it above his head and smashed it.

Taking this as a signal, the musicians immediately played funeral music, and every sound seemed to be crying.

The people who followed were dressed in plain clothes. The long funeral procession slowly set off. The relatives held flags and banners and led the procession.

The coffin was carried in the middle, and the others followed behind.

Normally, we should not stop, but to send Xiao Yurong back to Yujing, even the fastest horse would be too slow. Only when we reach the gate of Yujing can we truly start.

It is impossible to ask everyone to go without eating, drinking and resting on the journey, so there must be time to rest.

Huo Zhao sat silently under a tree not far away, watching everyone getting ready to rest, eating some dry food, and staring at Xiao Yurong's coffin in a daze.

"Master, eat something. You can't stand not eating or drinking. You are still injured." The cousin of the Huo family handed the dry food and water bag to Huo Zhao.

Huo Zhao lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, "I can't eat anymore, you guys eat it."

His behavior made people anxious. "If my cousin were here, she wouldn't want to see you like this."

Huo Zhao remained silent as usual.

Liu Pinjue stopped and said, "I won't see you off any further. You have to lead the way from now on."

If we continue forward, we will soon reach Yujing.

With his current identity and position, it is absolutely impossible for him to return to Yujing so openly.

Sending it here is already Liu Pinjue's limit.

"You were the only one who didn't cry." Huo Zhao said. He sat against the tree trunk and finally raised his head to look at Liu Pinjue who was standing in front of him. "You didn't even shed a tear for her."

Liu Pinjue didn't say anything.

But Abei was somewhat indignant.

Only he knew that Liu Pinjue was crying.

After confirming that Xiao Yurong had lost his pulse and breath, Liu Pinjue shook Xiao Yurong's hand gently in a daze and daze, and called out the word "Qingqing".

A teardrop secretly slid down the corner of Liu Pinjue's eye, not much, just one.

But this tear was the first time Liu Pinjue cried in Abei's memory.

After all, a man as hard-hearted as Liu Pinjue didn't even show any sadness when his biological father passed away.

Abei really couldn't think of anything else in this world other than Xiao Yurong that could make Liu Pinjue truly moved and sad.

In Xiao Yurong's eyes, Liu Pinjue was too many exceptions.