The coffin is very spacious, with room for two people to lie in it.
He Lanyin fell inside, hugged Sang Ning, kissed her cold cheek, closed her eyes and remained still.
He is so tired.
"Brother Imperial! Brother Imperial! Someone come quickly!"
My sister's voice is so noisy.
He Lanyin wanted her to be quiet, but she couldn't make a sound.
Gradually, the sound drifted away, and he passed out completely.
"Amitabha--"
Seeing this scene, Jingchen finally understood what Feng Queyi said - he really had to be buried early, otherwise, the emperor's body would collapse after such a fuss.
The palace people carried the unconscious emperor to the bed.
Feng Queyi once again checked the emperor's pulse and took the opportunity to exaggerate: "Queen Mother, Your Majesty was overly grieved and temporarily exhausted, so she fainted."
The Queen Mother held the handkerchief and wiped her tears while saying: "Losing a loved one is like losing an arm, and the pain is endless. Your Majesty is so infatuated, and it is not appropriate to touch the scene again. It is better to bury Concubine Sang as soon as possible." "
These words fit Feng Queyi's heart very well.
Fengqueyi looked at Jingchen and echoed: "The Queen Mother is wise."
Seeing what the Empress Dowager said, Jingchen thought about Feng Queyi's previous instructions and said, "The day after tomorrow is a good time for Shenshi."
After hearing this, the Queen Mother thought for a while and made a decision: "That's it. Thank you for your hard work, Master Feng."
"This is my duty."
Feng Queyi bowed and accepted the errand, then looked at the princess and reminded: "The night is cold and the Queen Mother is old. Princess, you should help the Queen Mother to go back to rest early. Your Majesty is deeply affected. In the future, Some queen mothers and princesses are too busy."
What he said makes sense.
He Lanhui was also worried about the Queen Mother's health, so he helped her go back to rest.
After the queen mother was settled, she did not go back to her bedroom to rest, but went to the side hall of Yi'an Palace to rest.
After Yan Cui made the princess's bed, she saw her standing in front of the window with a blank look on her face, as if she was worried, so she asked, "Princess, are you still worried about your majesty?"
He Lanhui shook his head solemnly: "Not entirely."
"Why is that?"
"For Feng Runsheng."
She didn't think of Feng Runsheng until now. The emperor's brother vomited blood and fell into coma several times because of Sang Ning. If Feng Runsheng knew the news, could he withstand the blow? He hasn't come yet, so he obviously doesn't know, and has been hid by the Feng family. So, should she also hide it from him? Sanning will be buried the day after tomorrow. Do you want to tell him? If he didn't have time to see her for the last time, would it be a lifelong regret?
When Yan Cui heard the princess mention Feng Runsheng, she knew what she was thinking: "My slave, you can see that Mr. Feng Xiaohou is no less affectionate than Your Majesty. If he failed to see Concubine Sang on her last journey, he would be even more sad and blame himself, right?"
Seeing what she said, He Lanhui asked, "Should I tell him?"
Yan Cui opened her lips, then held back.
As a slave, she really shouldn't talk about the feelings of these noble people.
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Feng Qiuhua is also struggling with whether to tell the truth to his brother.
"Crack-"
The autumn wind and autumn rain beat on the windows.
She had been lying down, tossing and turning, but now she heard the sound of the window ringing and she became even less sleepy.
She couldn't sleep, so she sat up with her clothes on.
Jinxiu, the maid who was keeping watch at night, saw her wake up, hurriedly lit the lamp, and stepped forward to serve her: "Why is the girl awake?"
Feng Qiuhua held his forehead, upset: "I can't sleep. I feel very panicked."
She asked herself how to walk and sit upright, but when it came to her brother, she went against her will many times, which made her feel uneasy.
Jinxiu didn't know what was going on, so she asked: "It's so good, why is the girl so flustered? Do you want to call a doctor to come over and take a look?"
Feng Qiuhua refused. At the same time, he hurriedly put on his clothes and got out of bed.
Jinxiu looked puzzled: "Girl, what is this?"
Feng Qiuhua walked out directly: "Go to Langyuan."
Langyuan is Feng Runsheng's residence.
She still couldn't worry about her brother.
Jinxiu quickly followed up with a lantern: "Girl, slow down! Girl, be careful!"
Feng Qiuhua didn't seem to hear it and hurried to Langyuan.
Far away, you can see the lights in Langyuan are brightly lit, and the figures of maids and boys are running around.
Feng Qiuhua felt nervous and had a bad feeling.
"Everyone stop!"
She asked, and all the maids and servants knelt down.
"Girl, spare your life."
"Girl, calm down."
The maids and servants kowtowed and begged for mercy.
Feng Qiuhua had a cold face and tried his best to stay calm: "What happened?"
Chun Xing, the maid who was responsible for serving Feng Runsheng closely, turned pale and trembled: "Miss, the young master, the young master is missing."
The night is very late.
There was an eerie silence in Yuesang Hall.
The palace attendants who were keeping watch were so sleepy that they slept in a ball. Only Lu Zhi was still kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper money with a numb expression.
Suddenly a burst of fragrance wafted into her nostrils, her vision went dark, and her body fell limp.
"Squeak——"
The palace door was pushed open.
Feng Queyi walked in, went straight to the coffin, looked at the sleeping person inside, and slowly stretched out her hand: "Sang Ning, Sang Ning——"
He murmured her name with an obsessed expression, and gently stroked her face with his hand.
Her skin was as cold as cold jade, and she didn't feel a trace of popularity.
Is she really dead?
He doesn't know either.
She was injured by the poisonous blade and bled a lot. Her body was already weak, and the fake death drug was no more than poison to her weak body.
Maybe she really is dead.
"If you die..."
He turned over and fell into the coffin, hugged her like He Lanyin, kissed her cheek and her hair: "Sang Ning, if you die, don't blame me. You forced me to become a devil, so don't Blame the evil spirits for dragging you into hell..."
