Chapter 2: Chapter 02
With fists clenched so that the knuckles were white, Huaiyu looked at the person below him, unconsciously extended his hand and placed it between his throat. The five fingers are slightly open, as long as they are together tightly, you can pinch it to make it colorful!
However, the guard next to her acted faster than she thought, cut her throat and shouted, "What are you doing!"
After a short pause, Huaiyu suddenly woke up.
The person below him looked at her calmly with a pair of black eyes, without any intention of resisting. It wasn't because he couldn't resist, but because he was like that, he posed no threat at all.
His hand was already on her neck. This movement was very dangerous. Chengxu had already made a serious face by her side, and it seemed that when she moved again, his knife cleared her neck!
The situation is not so good.
Turning his eyes, Huaiyu immediately softened his expression, and his sharp claws became soft hands. He followed the man's neck to his chest, blinked and said, "This young man is so handsome ~".
"..."
Jiang Xuanjin's original calm expression was broken by his shameless touch.
His eyebrows arched and there was a penetrating look in his eyes, he stood up and threw the person mercilessly.
"Ahhhh!" Huaiyu landed, rolled twice, almost hitting the back wall.
"The son is so fierce!" He stood up in disgust and said with his throat: "How can you be so rude to Jiao Didi's daughter's house!"
Just this shameless appearance, the daughter's house? Jiang Xuanjin shook his head as he listened, pulling the paper money out of his robe and frowning.
Huaiyu looked at him with a smile, but the confusion in his heart was momentary. Waking up to see the person who killed him is also considered a kind of fate. It is a pity that now he has no chance of revenge.
The impulse is to be like a reckless man, to be smarter is the best strategy, since there is no possibility, let him go today, the day will be long. Huaiyu wanted to walk away, patted the ashes on his skirt and said generously, "If I were someone else, I wouldn't let him go, but let's look at the grace and grace of the son.
After that, he greeted him with his hand: "There will be a period later".
It was obvious that she fell from the sky and hit him. How could this be as if she forgave him because of him? Jiang Xuanjin was a little lost and even lowered his head to think about what was wrong.
Before thinking about the result, the person in front of him ran forward with a "whistle".
"Stop," he frowned.
Of course, Li Huaiyu did not stop, not only did he not stop, he also ran faster, squeezing through the crowd at the side of the official road in three steps in two.
He went out to look at his coffin, how could he have so much energy to tangle with his incapable enemy?
The funeral army left the palace and the official road was surrounded by people watching the excitement. When Huaiyu pressed forward, the car carrying the coffin simply drove by.
The tall pearwood car of Baju, the nanmu coffin on top shone with a dim light. Knots of flowers made of white silk fluttered around the coffin. On both sides of the front of the coffin, white funeral lanterns hung, and the two large words were written on it:
Danyang.
It was not a dream, and no one was joking about it. Princess Danyang was actually at the funeral, but somehow she came alive in someone else, watching her funeral here.
"Boom..." The funeral tripod in front of him went off, and a handful of paper money rose to the sky, then fluttered down.
The people around felt unlucky and continued to "steal" the paper money, but Huaiyu stood still, letting a paper money cover his eyebrows. Amidst the noise, he suddenly heard Huai Song's voice again:
"Sister, you didn't kill Prime Minister Sima, did you? I know, you can't kill him!
"What about me, what about me not?"
"The law of heaven is clear, there is always good and evil. It is you, I will not tolerate it; if it is not you, I will definitely protect you".
Protect her? Li Huaiyu came to her senses and laughed quietly.
Matters in this court have never been as simple as Huai Song thought. Look, she believed him once and was sentenced to death. What a painful lesson!
I just don't know, after her death, did Huai Song really want to understand if she could continue to support the world of the Li family?
She was dazed, but the people around her were talking with their sleeves up:
"Look at this battle, it's bigger than Prime Minister Sima's funeral.
"Bah! What good is ostentation? When Prime Minister Sima died, Wanmin knelt down and gave it away. What do you think this princess has? Everyone is looking at melon seeds!"
"It's a pity that the fine golden nanmu is so innocent in burying this dirty beast!"
"It is time for Prime Minister Sima to rest in the spirit of heaven, and the person who killed him has finally been punished!
Hearing the curse in his ear, Li Huaiyu wiped his face with the paper money, pretending to curse in anger: "Yes, retribution!"
People close to her looked at her and praised her: "This girl seems to be a person with justice in her heart.
"She must have been persecuted by Princess Danyang.
"Yes," nodded Li Huaiyu, "she took my freedom, ruined my reputation, and left me exhausted for eight years. It's really hateful!"
So miserable? People looked at her sympathetically.
Li Huaiyu also felt a little sorry for herself.
It was a ridiculous dream for eight years that earned her the name Bo Xing. But Liufang can only last a hundred generations, but the smell can last for thousands of years. Think of it this way, hey! She's not a loss!
With a smile, Huaiyu saw the coffin pass in front of her, still couldn't help but reach out and greet him.
Thank you, Danyang.
The funeral lantern was blown in a circle by the wind, and the word Danyang swayed back and forth, as if he were also waving to her.
Huai Yuhong turned his eyes and wanted to leave.
However, at this moment, the crowd in the distance was a commotion, and the exclamation sounded like spring thunder: "Get out of the way quickly!
Several huge straws were lit and burned in a fiery fireball, which rolled from the eaves along the official road and pressed toward the casket in the center of the funeral army.
"It's on fire--"
With screams everywhere, people on both sides of the official road hurriedly avoided, those fireballs rolled all the way, lighting the bills that were flying on the road, and the fire suddenly spread.
The funeral guards panicked. Many people at the front pulled out their knives. The guards in the middle held the sheath to block the fireball. However, there was paper money everywhere, and the fire was raging and could not be stopped. They could only watch. The white silk of the coffin was also burning.
"Fight the fire, fight the fire!
The funeral procession, which was still in order, suddenly became a disaster. Li Huaiyu looked at him without understanding and laughed without understanding when he understood what had happened.
How unpleasant is she? Even if you can't even go to the funeral, aren't you saying that the dead are the greatest? Are those individuals ignoring this rule?
Whoosh whoosh--
As if to confirm his thoughts, behind the eaves of the falling fireball, a large group of masked men appeared in an instant, all with knives and very fast, running towards his coffin like a lobster crossing the field.
General Tiger Benzhong shouted, "Guard!" and all the generals on the official road drew their swords to welcome this group of uninvited guests.
However, when they were taken by surprise, how could they resist the preparation of the others? The masked group was divided into three teams. The two teams opened the guards before and after the coffin. The middle team, with a shovel, rushed directly to the Yaju pear wood cart and levered it with their hands and feet very quickly. The coffin.
Click!
Huaiyu heard the thud, looked at the masked people almost crazy in front of him, wanted to laugh, but could not move his mouth.
Yes, it offended so many people when she was alive, where would someone leave her to be buried safely? She must be dragged out of her body.
It is tragic to say that she was a worthy princess, that she had never heard a few good words when she was alive and that she would not be at peace when she died. Even the funeral of General Hu Benzhong Lang was waiting anxiously for her desolate end. No, he didn't even stop it, and watched as a group of people slowly lifted the lid of the coffin.
Li Huaiyu's throat tightened as he looked at the raised coffin lid, his eyes wandered over the group of guards with numb expressions, his fists clenched and loosened helplessly.
Never mind, does he deserve the crime? Everyone in the world thinks she should end up like this, so she should end up like this, and what happens?
She took a deep breath, turned her head, and couldn't bear to look again.
However, after turning his head, an amber green robe passed in front of him. The corners of his clothes were shaken by the wind, and the pattern of water embroidered on his head rippled as if he were alive, dazzling his eyes.
Li Huaiyu was surprised for a moment, then followed the shadow to look.
The emotionally masked man was holding the lid of his coffin to be thrown into the street, but suddenly he felt his hand was heavy and a violent force hit him, unable to resist, in fact he let go.
With a "puffing" sound, the coffin lid returned to its original place, shaking off some pieces of incense ash.
All were stunned and raised their heads in a daze, but they saw a person fall on the coffin, with the turquoise robe flying up and down, looking at him as a nobleman. But this young man was so powerful that he stepped firmly on the lid of the coffin, and the lid was as heavy as Mount Tai.
He put aside the burning paper money, stood firmly and closed his sleeves, with his eyes harshly rebuked: "Presumptuous!"
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