The princess is killing like crazy again

Huo Zhao asked: "Why me? Why not ask Li Yaozhi or Wang Fuxuan to come?"

Liu Pinjue looked at Li Yaozhi, who was guarding beside Xiao Yurong's coffin even during the break, and Wang Fuxuan, who was pale, holding his knees and sweating profusely.

He seemed to be mocking something, "Look at these two, what can they host now?"

Huo Zhao sarcastically said, "You really care about your own disciples, why don't you care about Yu'er?"

"You don't want Qingqing's affairs to be a mess after her death, right?" Liu Pinjue said calmly.

Huo Zhao paused, "Why should I be the one to break the pot? If I don't do it, you will break it."

"You and I both watched her grow up, but the age difference between us is not that big." When Liu Pinjue said this, he was also slightly startled, "Before you came, I was the only one who was close to her, cared about her, and could be considered an elder."

Huo Zhao was also stunned for a moment. He lowered his head and laughed, "I remember when she first became my disciple, she was still very small. When I brought her to you, you didn't dare to hug her."

Liu Pinjue will remain silent.

He said he wanted to become a disciple, but he was just a teenager at that time.

He had few direct disciples, and had many students because he also taught at the Imperial Academy.

The children of the noble families in Yujing would call him "Teacher" when they saw him.

They are all chosen ones by heaven. There are many people who do not submit to him, but after seeing his methods, they all become very obedient.

Emperor Xiao said that he wanted his daughter to become his disciple, so he brought Xiao Yurong to him, along with Li Yaozhi, who was also his study companion.

Emperor Xiao had a plan when he asked Xiao Yurong to take Liu Pinjue as his master. Firstly, Liu Pinjue was a man of real talent and knowledge, secondly, it was to temper Xiao Yurong's lawless nature, and finally, it was to pave the way for Xiao Yurong.

Liu Pinjue's direct disciples are all outstanding people, and they also have many students and former officials under them. Xiao Yurong becomes his disciple for the long-term planning. It also allows Xiao Yurong to maintain relationships with different families while maintaining the master-disciple relationship with Liu Pinjue.

Master, Master, aren’t you my second father?

Li Yaozhi is okay. Although he is young, he already looks like an adult, and he looks sensible and well-behaved.

Xiao Yurong was really extraordinary. He was a delicate porcelain doll, holding Emperor Xiao and looking at him as if he were a villain. He looked like a devil.

Before this, Liu Pinjue had witnessed Xiao Yurong's arrogance and willfulness. She was indulged by the people around her and became lawless. Even if the sky fell, there were people to support her, and no one could control her.

Even the Lord can't scare her. She is a weakling and can make a big fuss if she is not satisfied with something. She is so frail and delicate that a little wind can kill her.

Just look at what is happening before your eyes and you will understand.

Liu Pinjue felt a headache just by looking at Xiao Yurong.

But Emperor Xiao still had a kind face, holding Xiao Yurong and handing her over, "Look, what a good child, but she was spoiled after all, so she is a little willful. My dear, please be more patient with her."

Liu Pinjue twitched the corner of his mouth, "Princess, Yuxue looks cute and lively."

"Yes, why not Liu Qing hug her first and be alone with her for a while, so as to lay the foundation for the future." Emperor Xiao extended his arm a little further forward.

hug?

Looking at Xiao Yurong's little expression, how could Liu Pinjue dare to hug her?

If this disobedient porcelain doll gets bumped into something, she'll be in big trouble. Won't she make a huge fuss?

Her father and brothers are both protective of their child, and her uncle who only recognizes her as a relative but not as a rational being will have to run to the Liu family to ask questions, right?

Liu Pinjue didn't like children, didn't want to hug them, and didn't dare to hug Xiao Yurong.

But he couldn't refuse.

It just so happened that Xiao Yurong didn't want him to hug her either. Instead, she hugged Emperor Xiao's neck tightly and said in a baby voice, "Father, hug me! I don't want him to hug me!"

"Your Majesty, it seems that the little prince does not want me to hold him." Liu Pinjue was just worrying about not having a pillow because he was sleepy, so Xiao Yurong gave him an excuse.

Huo Zhao crossed his arms and said coldly, "Why do I feel like you don't want to hug me?"

Liu Pinjue glanced at him and said, "I don't."

"Good boy Rongrong, don't act silly. This is your master. Be obedient, and your father will play the horse riding game with you later." Emperor Xiao was firm on this point.

The reward was attractive, so Xiao Yurong reluctantly stretched out his arms towards Liu Pinjue.

Liu Pinjue looked expressionlessly at Xiao Yurong's arms, which were as pink as lotus roots. He didn't dare to hug her, but still reached out and hugged Xiao Yurong.

Anyway, Xiao Yurong looked quite unhappy that time.

She was pretty and cute, with a natural smile, and looked sweet no matter how you looked at her. Even if she was a troublemaker, she was not annoying.

Everyone who hugs her loves her.

But she knew that Liu Pinjue didn't like it. Instead, he found her annoying and didn't dare to hug her.

Finally, Liu Pinjue handed Xiao Yurong back with an expressionless face, and Huo Zhao took her away.

When Huo Zhao suddenly brought up this matter, Liu Pinjue couldn't help but fall into memories.

"When I met her for the first time, she was even younger and couldn't even speak. She put her in my arms and asked me to hold her. I didn't dare move because I was afraid she would fall," said Huo Zhao.

His eyebrows softened a little. "When she was little, she loved to play and make trouble. She wanted me to throw her up and catch her, but I didn't dare to do it because I was afraid of dropping her. But she trusted me and was very relieved."

He continued in a nostalgic tone, "There were some roads she didn't dare to walk, but she would dare to walk when I walked behind her. When she grew up a little, she would beg me to do something for her, and if it was too much, she would say that she only trusted me, and then I would help her."

"Rush to the rescue, cover the rear... She let me do it because she said she trusted me." Huo Zhao suddenly stopped.

Liu Pinjue looked at him, "And then? Why don't you continue?"

"Because she no longer trusts me." Huo Zhao said softly.

He raised his hand, shielded his eyes with his arm, tilted his face up slightly, and laughed at himself: "When did it start to change?"

Maybe things have changed from the moment they got involved in power, and conflicts of interest and positions have changed.

Liu Pinjue stared at Huo Zhao solemnly and thought so.

Xiao Yurong climbed to the top step by step and became the guardian of the country.

When you see your uncle kneeling respectfully before you and performing the etiquette of a king and his subject, will you think of the time when you were a young orphan princess, and your uncle held her in one hand in his arms, holding a lantern in the other, and carefully walked through the snowy night?

And what about him?

When the conflict between him and Xiao Yurong became known to the world, when he looked at Xiao Yurong's tearful eyes and the desperate look of a trapped beast, did he ever think of the moment when Xiao Yurong lay on his lap and took a nap and he whispered that he had prepared blood bird's nest for Qingqing?

Would he regret fighting for a cold chair, getting bloodied, causing a rift between master and disciple, and causing his favorite disciple to die?

Did he ever regret it?

Liu Pinjue couldn't give an answer.

"She is gone." Liu Pinjue closed his eyes, "Take care of her affairs after her death."

Liu Pinjue left this sentence and turned away.

Huo Zhao sat where he was. His cousin Huo hesitated for a while and then handed him a bag of pastries wrapped in oil paper.

He said, "Master, this is Peony Pastry, please use some. If you overwork yourself, how will you handle your cousin's affairs?"

Peony Crisp...

The scenes and voices are still vivid in my mind.

Huo Zhao slowly took the Peony Pastry, took a piece and took a bite, then suddenly covered his face and sobbed silently.

Liu Pinjue sent him to the front, and after passing Liangjie Mountain, he returned along the same route.

Huo Zhao led the rest of the people and continued forward.

The team finally arrived at Yujing, the city gates were wide open, and the whole place was filled with mourning.

White strips of cloth fluttered in the wind along the streets, as if the country was in mourning. People dressed in sackcloth knelt on the ground in silence to bid farewell.

The team in the city, led by Xiao Yuxie and followed by civil and military officials, walked out of the city gate and merged with the team returning from Yunshui.

The sad sounds of gongs and drums pierce the sky and make people cry.

The team walked towards the imperial tomb in the suburbs.

All the officials were dressed in plain clothes, walked with heavy steps, had white ribbons tied on their official hats, and looked sad.

Wherever the funeral procession passed, white paper money fell like snow, along with the heavy snow.

The huge procession meandered to the cemetery, with Fuyang guards standing guard every ten steps on both sides.

The coffin was slowly placed into the tomb under the gaze of everyone.

Countless funerary objects were also included.

The worshiper prayed and read the sacrificial text.

Xiao Yuxie covered the last handful of dirt with trembling hands, "My sister, rest in peace now."

This seemed to be a signal, and everyone present, whether sincerely or pretendingly, started crying.

Yi Yan watched Xiao Yuxie vomit blood from his throat, and the eunuchs around him were in chaos.

Will Xiao Yuxie regret it? Will he regret pressing on step by step, and regret not being able to resolve the past grudge?

Yi Yan thought so.

He looked around at the sad expressions of everyone present, always wondering if these people would regret it.

Gongsun Qian was so drunk that he could not even stand and was staggering.

Gongsun Zhao held one of his hands to prevent him from falling down at this time.

But at this moment, everyone thought that he was heartbroken and in need of support, so no one blamed him too much, but just gossiped about him in private.

Yi Yan looked at the tomb inscription, "Live for a thousand years, the song of pepper flowers."

"Brother Yi, what are you talking about?" Gongsun Qin vaguely heard something.

Yi Yan looked at the people present, including Xiao Yurong's students and former officials, Xiao Yurong's relatives and friends, Xiao Yurong's acquaintances and old acquaintances, and Xiao Yurong's childhood teacher.

He said calmly, "I sometimes wonder why there are so many words and pictures about her in later generations. I finally understand it after watching all the people who came to pay their respects in the past three days."

"Xiao Yurong, unparalleled in the world."

*

After the funeral, some people still gathered around the imperial mausoleum, staying beside Xiao Yurong's tombstone, refusing to leave for a long time.

This made Yi Yan somewhat anxious. How could he dig Xiao Yurong out of the ground?

It's already very troublesome to guard the mausoleum, and it's even more difficult with so many people staying behind.

The witch doctor's method of pretending to be dead doesn't last long. If you calculate it, Xiao Yurong has only been dead for this long.

Yi Yan was afraid that if Xiao Yurong could really survive, he would suffocate to death in the ground.

After taking a tour among the princess's staff, Yi Yan carried Xie Deshu into the imperial mausoleum.

"What?" Xie Deshu looked at Yi Yan blankly.

"Your master may still be alive. I have to dig her out. I need you to lead those people away from the tomb." Yi Yan said concisely.

Xie Deshu caught the word "alive" and a surprising light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't say much, but asked, "How long?"

"At least a quarter of an hour, the longer the better, so as not to arouse their suspicion." Yi Yan said.

Xie Deshu nodded briefly and was about to leave.

Yi Yan was a little surprised, "You don't ask why?"

In fact, he chose Xie Deshu to help because of this.

Xie Deshu is a stubborn person. Once he has chosen a master, his life will be different from the beginning to the end.

"As long as she is alive, even if there is only a tiny possibility, it's fine. I don't care how many times I'm fooled, I just ask for that tiny possibility." Xie Deshu's round eyes looked particularly clear.

His almost stubborn naivety in some aspects is exactly the same as Xiao Yurong.

"Go, and don't tell anyone else about this." Yi Yan felt relieved.

"I save that." Xie Deshu nodded.

Xie Deshu's way of luring people was quite unique. He used clumsy means to pretend to be a tomb robber and led everyone to chase after him.

Fortunately, Li Yaozhi and his men were not here, otherwise who would have fallen for his trick?

The corners of Yi Yan's mouth twitched slightly.

But it doesn’t matter. If you get caught, just say that you missed the princess too much and just wanted to see her one more time.

Who would bother with a ruthless and stubborn fan like Xie Deshu? Everyone knows that his brain circuit is abnormal.

Yi Yan quickly slipped in, dug Xiao Yurong out, erased all traces, and left an empty tomb full of burial objects before leaving.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, Yi Yan quietly moved Xiao Yurong out and sent him to a safe place.

Yi Yan sat there and watched over Xiao Yurong for a long time, but Xiao Yurong showed no signs of life or response for a long time.

I sit there in boredom until the sun rises, and my heart gradually becomes cold as time goes by.

This method...has failed?

After the witch doctor performed his secret technique, he disappeared silently into the clouds and water, as if he had accomplished his mission.

At that time, everyone was immersed in the sad news of Emperor Zhaoyang's death, and no one noticed where the witch doctor of a foreign race had gone.

Yi Yan guessed that she should have returned to the North Country to report to Dugu Ying and report the situation.

Thinking about it now, he couldn't trust Dugu Ying that much.

His knowledge of Dugu Ying came only from bits and pieces of information in history books or from Xiao Yurong's description.

What if this is just a plot and Dugu Ying wants to eliminate Xiao Yurong?

Dugu Ying hated Chu Le so much, so why did he think Dugu Ying wouldn't hate Xiao Yurong?

Feeling overwhelmed with worry, Yi Yan tightly grasped Xiao Yurong's cold hand, which trembled a little.

If, if Xiao Yurong really died...

Just as I was daydreaming, my face was pinched.

When Yi Yan came to his senses, Xiao Yurong was pinching his face with his other hand and looking into his eyes.

He slightly widened his eyes, then immediately reacted and asked, "How is it? How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable? How about breathing? Is it difficult?"

Xiao Yurong curved the corners of his lips, "It's okay, just like usual. But at least I'm still alive."

Yi Yan tightly grasped Xiao Yurong's hand and forced a smile, but something sparkling in his eyes.

"If you died, I would go back to my own era immediately without even looking back." He rested his forehead on Xiao Yurong's hand, "It's a good thing you're alive."