Unfortunately, the bitter meat scheme is pointless.
All he could get was a lock of Sanning's hair.
When people got to his underground prison, he had as much hair as he wanted.
Feng Queyi thought like this, and then she suppressed the jealousy in her heart.
He was also crazy. Even Feng Runsheng was jealous of Sang Qi's attention.
Perhaps it was Sang Qi's emphasis on Feng Runsheng that reminded him of Sang Ning's preference for Feng Runsheng.
Before his death, Sang Ning missed the emperor, Feng Runsheng, Sang Qi, Yu Tan, and even the palace maid Lu Zhi, but without him, she was so cruel that she didn't even leave him a last word.
That’s all, the details are not important, the results are the most important.
Thinking about the final result, he returned to the palace and presided over the funeral.
Delay the next day
The emperor issued an edict to confer Sang Ning the title of Queen Zhenlie and buried her in the cemetery.
This cemetery is a feng shui treasured place for people in the Pure Dust Belt. It is not far from Changzhao Mountain, but it took him a day to bathe in the glory of Buddhism and open an altar here to perform rituals and redeem the surrounding dead souls.
Due to the sudden death of Sang Ning, the cemetery was built suddenly and was still a bit crude. However, Helan Yin chose the nearby cemetery as his mausoleum and planned to move Sang Ning there later.
Before lowering the coffin, he touched the coffin and said to her: "Sang Sang, just make do with it. When my mausoleum is built, I will move you here. Don't be afraid, I will come to see you often." . I also enshrined your spiritual throne in Changzhao Temple and asked three thousand monks to chant sutras for you day and night. You will definitely be happy in the next life. By the way, if you lack something or want something, just give me a dream, and I will Burned for you."
He murmured, his eyes were red again, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry anymore.
The great sadness is silent.
His tears seemed to have dried up.
"Your Majesty, the time has come. Let the Queen be buried."
Wang Cheng supported him and whispered advice.
He Lanyin didn't say anything, just rubbed the coffin, as if he was rubbing Sanning's face.
Wang Cheng had no choice but to move out of the Queen Mother's mountain: "Your Majesty, my condolences. The Queen Mother has been thinking about you these past two days. She has a heart attack. Not only can she not eat, but she can't get out of bed. I hope your Majesty will consider the Queen Mother's health and go back early." , so that the Queen Mother can rest assured."
As a son, you cannot give up your mother for the sake of your wife.
Especially since my wife is no longer here.
He Lanyin thought about her mother and finally withdrew her hand.
Wang Cheng saw it and hurriedly asked people to lower the coffin and bury it.
The mourning music started again.
The surrounding monks read scriptures.
Paper money fell down one after another.
The ministers knelt down one after another and shouted in unison: "Farewell to Queen Zhenlie."
The whole country is sad.
Helan Yin "fainted" sadly again.
In fact, it was Feng Queyi's handiwork.
Feng Queyi wanted to act early so that he could get Sang Ning's body, so she had no choice but to let him return to the palace first.
He pretended to be supporting He Lanyin, but in fact he gave him a drug that made him sleepy, making him look like he was overly sad and low on energy.
"Quickly, take His Majesty back to the palace."
He called Wang Cheng to wait on him.
Wang Cheng didn't think much and arranged for someone to carry the emperor to the carriage and back to the palace.
As for him?
Waiting for the funeral to end, until dark.
It was getting dark, people dispersed, even Sang Qi left.
Sang Qi left with Jingchen.
He got on Jingchen's carriage and held his hand, feeling happy and sad at the same time: "Master, master, I have been looking for you for a long time!"
Jingchen clasped his hands together and said in a gentle voice: "Amitabha, Lord Anle, long time no see."
Some time ago, he traveled around the world, practicing hard and preaching. He passed through Sang country, but he was not accustomed to the climate and the climate, and was infected with wind and cold. Fortunately, Sang Qi helped him to turn the danger into safety.
The two were similar in age and chatted happily.
Sang Qi didn't expect to see him in Jingdu: "Master, my sister is dead, I, I want to become a monk."
Jingchen laughed when he heard this: "Master Anle, don't be motivated. You can't bear the hardship of being a monk."
Sang Qi was unconvinced: "How do you know I can't stand it?"
Jingchen smiled lightly: "You just can't stand it."
How can a pampered young man endure the pain of being disciplined?
Sang Qi ignored him and said with a stiff neck, "I want to become a monk anyway."
Seeing this, Jingchen no longer refused and said with a smile: "Okay. Then you can stay with me for a while."
He would see how long he could hold on.
The carriage gradually moved away.
The mountains and fields were dark.
In a blink of an eye, only Feng Queyi and Feng Runsheng were left.
Feng Runsheng was still burning paper money in front of the tomb.
Feng Queyi looked on, very impatient, why didn't this fool leave? Wouldn't it be a waste of time for him to stay like this? Sanning is still in the coffin, her life and death uncertain. If she dies, half of the reason is on him. It was all because of him that he delayed him from saving her.
Thinking of this, he became even more anxious. Of course, he looked calm: "Feng Runsheng, please forgive me."
Feng Runsheng was crying and burning paper, and he was very immersed in it. Suddenly he heard Feng Queyi's voice, and he was startled: "You, why are you still here?"
Feng Queyi frowned and asked, "Aren't you here too?"
He was overthinking: Could this fool also be thinking about opening the coffin and moving the body?
In fact, Feng Runsheng didn't really think about moving the body. He just followed his previous words: "I said, I will guard her tomb."
Gravekeeper?
It's crazy!
He knew this fool would cause trouble!
Feng Queyi frowned, his face hidden in the darkness was very impatient: "Don't talk nonsense, it's getting late, go back quickly, so as not to worry your family."
After hearing this, Feng Runsheng frowned and looked at him: "Why don't you leave?"
This sentence asks a key point.
Feng Queyi found that she couldn't answer him, and she didn't have the patience to deal with him, so she waved her sleeves and knocked him out.
Poor Feng Runsheng fainted like this.
There were no answers to the questions he wanted to ask.
When Feng Queyi saw him fainting, he whistled.
After a while, four of his confidants appeared in the mountains and fields.
"grown ups--"
Four people ran towards him, all dressed in black.
They are Feng Yi, Feng Er, Feng San and Feng Si.
He sent Feng Yi and Feng Er to carry Feng Runsheng away and send him back to Duke Jingguo's mansion. He also sent Feng San and Feng Si to dig graves and open a museum.
"Yes. My lord."
Feng San and Feng Si were holding shovels and were about to start, when they saw a figure running out.
"What are you doing?"
It was actually Yutan.
When Feng Queyi saw him, she knew that the emperor had released him, but he had released him at an inappropriate time and had caught him opening the coffin and digging up the body.
"Fengqueyi, are you going to open the coffin and dig up the body?"
Yu Tan saw through Feng Queyi's sinister intentions at a glance and cursed: "You beast! What do you want to do to the princess?"
Feng Queyi didn't answer, glanced at Feng San and Feng Si, and shouted: "Kill him!"
Now that he has seen it, there is no way he can leave alive.
Feng San and Feng Si immediately started fighting with Yu Tan.
Yu Tan had been imprisoned by Fengqueyi for several days and was already weak. He was released today and didn't eat, so he came over in a hurry, thinking of giving the princess a lift. Therefore, he was quickly at a disadvantage when facing the siege of the two. .
Fortunately, he is a wise man and runs away when he knows he can't fight.
Fengqueyi wants to dig up the princess's body, and she must tell the emperor about this.
