When the Queen Mother saw this, although she felt it was inappropriate, she did not stop her and pulled her daughter out.
The hall became quiet again.
He Lanyin began to change Sang Ning's clothes.
When the original bloody clothes were taken off, he saw that his kiss marks still remained on her body.
The sweetness of last night came to his heart again, like a fine thorn, which made him miserable.
Sanning...
His eyes were blurred with tears, and he lay on her chest. It was too cold, her body was too cold, and he was shaking with the cold.
Sanning, I'm sorry. It's my fault that I didn't protect you. Will you hate me? Blame me? Will you still remember me in the next life?
He cried silently, tears hitting her white skin.
His nose bone was so hard that it even left a mark on her skin.
He saw it, as if he was afraid of hurting her, he blew lightly and rubbed it, but it made deeper marks, like bruises.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sanning, I didn't mean it."
He was like a child who had made a mistake, he was at a loss and it seemed that whatever he did would hurt her, so he did not dare to touch her.
But the clothes still need to be changed.
Before changing, he asked someone to bring hot water to clean the blood on her body.
"Squeak——"
The palace door opened.
The person who came in was He Lanhui.
She turned into the inner room and saw Sang Ning naked on the bed. There were mottled hickeys on her snow-white skin. Oh my God, these couldn't have been made just now, right?
She blushed, put down the hot water basin, and ran out.
Don't look at anything inappropriate.
How could she look directly at his royal brother in the future?
He Lanyin didn't pay attention to his sister's behavior. He brought the hot water to the stool, soaked the handkerchief, and began to wipe the blood stains on Sang Ning's body. He wiped it carefully, as if wiping a piece of fine porcelain. At this moment, he even began to wish that she were porcelain, so that he could collect her. She belonged to him, always belonged to him, quietly, where he could touch her at any time. He doesn't have to worry about her running into someone else's arms, nor does he have to worry about losing her.
His thoughts gradually became abnormal.
He Lanhui covered her frightened little heart and ran out of the palace.
Outside Yuesang Hall
The Queen Mother and Feng Queyi were staring at her.
Feng Queyi frowned even more and asked: "Princess, how is the situation now? Is Your Majesty feeling better?"
He Lanhui was embarrassed to look at Feng Queyi's face, lowered her head slightly and said, "It's okay... Brother Huang is changing her clothes..."
Feng Queyi listened and stopped asking. The left hand hidden in his sleeve gradually clenched into a fist: calm down. Three days. Just wait three days.
He has been waiting for a long time, not less than these days.
"Boom!"
Thunder suddenly roared.
The rain still fell.
He Lanhui hurriedly supported the Queen Mother, hid under the eaves, looked at the patter of rain, and murmured: "Is the world crying for Sister Sang?"
Fengqueyi heard this and replied: "Princess, when the great soul passes away, the world will be sad together."
He felt that the demon concubine was not worthy. No, no, the demon concubine was not from this world. He should have discovered it long ago. She was not the demon concubine. How could the demon concubine have such a sharp tongue? Strong character?
It turns out she is not a demon concubine.
So who is she?
She said she was not from this world, so which world did she come from?
She is romantic, promiscuous, cunning, and wise. She must be from the future, right?
What will the future world look like?
He is really curious!
He knew he would eventually satisfy this curiosity!
"Somebody come!"
The emperor's voice came from the palace again.
He Lanhui hurried in and came out again, saying with a shocked face: "Mother, the emperor wants to dress Sister Sang in a wedding dress. It is still a queen-level wedding dress."
The Queen Mother was shocked, her eyes full of disbelief: "What? Is he going to marry a dead man? He is really crazy!"
Fengqueyi did not stop He Lanyin's crazy behavior, but even tried to persuade him: "Queen Mother, the dead person is the most important. If the matter is urgent, please obey the authority and let Your Majesty do as you please."
He thought He Lanyin was crazy enough and buried him earlier.
As long as the person is buried, everything will be over.
But how to get him to bury the person quickly?
He racked his brains and thought, and then he thought of the master of Changzhao Temple - it seemed that when someone arrived, he needed to go and greet them in person.
The Queen Mother didn't know Feng Queyi's thoughts, but after listening to his advice, she waved her hand and said, "Mother Sun, go and get the wedding clothes I prepared."
"yes."
Grandma Sun responded and left.
The Queen Mother grabbed her daughter's hand and explained: "I thought it would be used for your wedding, but it's just an emergency."
She was a loving mother. After entering the palace, thinking about her daughter's marriage, she had someone prepare the wedding dress early. Unexpectedly, it would be used by Sang Ning.
Naturally, He Lanhui had no other objections. He waited for the wedding dress to arrive and delivered it in person.
He Lanyin frowned when he saw the wedding clothes: he had already put on the shroud for Sang Ning. As for the wedding clothes, he just thought that it would take a few days to make the wedding clothes, so he could keep her for a few more days. He didn't want her to be sealed in the coffin so quickly.
"Brother Emperor, please put it on for Sister Sang."
He Lanhui glanced at Sang Ning who was wearing the shroud on the bed, and handed it over without thinking much.
At worst, wear a wedding dress outside the shroud?
He Lanyin took the wedding dress, took a look at it, and deliberately found a shabby excuse: "Where did this come from? It's too plain. She doesn't like it."
He Lanhui felt that it was simple and elegant yet gorgeous, so she said: "This is what my mother prepared for my wedding. Brother Emperor, now that things have happened suddenly, I may not be able to prepare this dress in a hurry. Besides, Brother Emperor, you are eldest." It’s a gift that you can’t refuse.”
He Lanyin was speechless for a moment.
Is it that difficult for him to keep her?
Seeing his dejected appearance, He Lanhui stretched out her arms, hugged him, and comforted him: "Sister Sang sacrificed her life to save you. Brother Huang, you have to cherish yourself, so that you don't let her down."
He Lanyin said nothing, pushed her away gently, waved his hand, and motioned for her to leave.
He Lanhui didn't want to stay too long, so she turned around and went out.
After she went out, she didn't see Feng Queyi, so she asked, "Queen Mother, where is Master Feng?"
The Queen Mother replied: "She said she was going to see if the masters from Changzhao Temple were here."
He Lanhui frowned when he heard this: Are the masters of Changzhao Temple so important? Do you need him to greet you in person?
For Fengqueyi, the masters of Changzhao Temple are very important.
Holding an umbrella, he walked to the entrance of the palace and waited for half an hour before the convoy of monks from Changzhao Temple arrived.
He went straight to the carriage surrounded by many monks.
The carriage stopped.
Fengqueyi bowed: "Is this Master Ci'en from Changzhao Temple?"
The curtain of the carriage was opened.
A young and handsome monk flashed into view.
He has a bare head and is dressed in linen and gray robes. He is a monk without any embellishment, but it does not affect his appearance at all. His skin is fair and his facial features are very delicate. The most outstanding thing is his eyes, which are as clear as water, and the eye color is actually a beautiful lake green.
"Amitabha, my master is ill and the roads are slippery on rainy days, so I specially sent Jingchen here."
He clasped his hands together, and for someone who has been immersed in Buddhist culture for a long time, his voice had a gentleness that healed people's hearts.
"It turns out to be Zen Master Jingchen."
Feng Queyi clasped his hands together and returned the salute.
Jingchen, the only disciple of Master Ci'en, is said to be of foreign descent, born with Buddhist roots, and extremely intelligent. He turns out to be so young and handsome.
