When Yuan Qingling heard these words, she felt like a world away.
Chu Mingcui brought her a shadow of death that has not disappeared.
However, when people die like a lamp, grievances should disappear.
Chu Mingcui's funeral was very simple. There shouldn't have been this funeral, but because the peace and separation matter was not done, and the emperor gave Chu family face, he acquiesced in giving her a funeral.
When the white-haired person gives away the black-haired person, there is naturally a gloom over Chu's house.
After Princess Ji left, Yu Wenhao saw that she had been depressed in the mansion for many days, and her injuries were no longer harmful, so he took her out for a walk.
Walking along the long street, Ah Si and Man'er Xu Yi followed. It was cold in winter and the long wind swept across the empty street, adding a bit of winter bleakness.
"Why is there no one today?" Ah Si felt strange that the people who came and went were all in a hurry, even if it was cold, they wouldn't be so quiet.
Xu Yi said: "The Chu family has a funeral, so I don't want to get bad luck, so I avoided it?"
A Sidao: "You don't pass through here when you go out for funerals, don't you go outside the city?"
"I don't know where to be buried, I guess I won't be able to enter the ancestral grave of Chu's family. After all, I am already a married daughter." Xu Yi said.
Yu Wenhao didn't want to hear the name, and didn't want to continue walking for fear of running into a funeral procession, so he Ling said to Yuan Qing: "Are you hungry? Let's find a place to sit down."
There was a teahouse just next to him, so he took Yuan Qingling up to the second floor, ordered a pot of Shoumei, and asked Xiao Er to make a cup of red date tea for Yuan Qingling and serve some snacks.
Yuan Qingling is actually not unhappy, but the weather is cold and people are not exercising, and she always seems dispirited.
She cheered up and said, "Is there no plan from the father to come back?" He has been suspended for a long time. He was supposed to be just acting, but he didn't expect that he would have been suspended for so long.
Yu Wenhao leaned back on the chair, with wide blue sleeves on the armrest of the chair, her narrow phoenix eyes dimmed, but she pretended to be lazy and said: "No, there is no purpose, I am happy to be free, just to accompany you a lot. "
Yuan Qingling smiled, "Don't be right for too long, there should be some freedom between husband and wife."
"What kind of ghost space? No need." Yu Wenhao disapproved. If it weren't for threats, he would have liked Yuan Qingling sticking to it twelve hours a day.
Yuan Qingling took a piece of cake for him with chopsticks, her eyes smoky, "I haven't asked you about the case, but Chu Mingcui really committed suicide?"
Yu Wenhao didn't lift his eyes, "What else could it be if she didn't commit suicide? She took the Zijin Tang, and if she didn't commit suicide, she could still last for a day or two."
Yuan Qing said: "Did she hang herself or hit the wall?"
"Cut the wrist."
"It's strange, where did the knife come from in the prison?" Yuan Qingling asked while looking at him.
Yu Wenhao shrugged and ate the cakes and said, "I don't know, maybe there is a friend of her in the prison, knowing that she is going to die, please help her."
"Chu Mingcui will not seek death. She wants to live. I have seen many people. It is rare to have a thirst for life like her, although she has been dying." Yuan Qingling remembered how she looked for help without dignity. Like her in the past.
"She doesn't just want to live, she also wants to live better than anyone else." Yuwen Hao's handsome face was filled with a cloud of gloom, "Well, let alone her, she has faded out of our lives."
Yuan Qingling said softly: "Well, yes."
Yuan Qingling could see that his heart was a little frustrated.
If Chu Mingcui didn't commit suicide, he was the one who killed her.
To kill a woman you once liked, it feels uncomfortable.
But the fifth child actually didn't need to kill her, because she looked like she couldn't live anymore.
Unless, there is a compelling reason to force him to kill Chu Mingcui in prison.
I don't know why, when she thought of this, her heart suddenly jumped wildly, with some ominous premonitions in her heart.
Suddenly, a sorrowful and high-pitched suona sounded.
This is funeral fun.
A Si leaned on the railing and looked closely, and saw the funeral procession slowly approaching, she snorted, "Why are you coming here? Don't you want to leave the city?"
Yu Wenhao stood up, "Let's go."
He reached out to pull Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling raised her head to look at him, "It's not in the way, it's an acquaintance anyway, let's see her off here."
Yu Wenhao said: "Send her a ride? She originally wanted to give you a ride."
"That's really sorry, now I'm sending her off." Yuan Qingling stood up and walked to the railing, watching the funeral procession slowly coming over, saying it was a team, it was really shabby, there were only a dozen people, and the one in front was blowing suona. Yes, the four people in the back carried the thin red coffin, and a few others followed, sprinkling paper money, and it was very deserted.
Who would have thought that lying in the thin red coffin was the noble Princess Qi
"Huh? Isn't that King Qi?" Ah Si said suddenly.
Yuan Qingling looked at Ah Si's eyes, and saw a white figure standing at the end of the empty long street.
His clothes were a little thin, and the placket was lifted by the long wind, and his sleeves were full of wind, and he appeared to be stiff.
Behind him, standing Yuan Yongyi, she led the horse and looked at it from a distance, but did not approach.
Then, he walked over slowly, gradually approaching, Yuan Qingling saw his expression, his face was filled with sadness, loss, and hatred.
His foot injury was not completely healed, and when he walked, he limped and was very slow.
After leaving the funeral procession, he stopped under the teahouse, and King Qi was also standing five steps away, which was regarded as stopping the funeral procession.
Suona stopped, and the young man with paper money behind came forward, and Ah Si whispered to Yuan Qing, "This is Chu Mingcui's concubine, called Chu Fu."
Chu Fu walked up to King Qi and bowed his hands in a salute, "See King Qi!"
Wang Qi was a little startled, he glanced at Chu Fu, his eyes slowly falling on the coffin.
The corners of his lips bend, and he can be regarded as a reluctant smile, "This king will send her off."
After Chu Fu pressed his hand and told the person carrying the coffin to stop, someone shouted: "His Royal Highness Qi Lu sacrifices to Miss Chu!"
The coffin steadily stopped on the ground, and some of the fallen leaves were swept over by the strong wind, passed over the coffin, and flew back, and finally landed on the ground.
The sky was gray, and the winter sun this morning was already obscured by clouds, and the sky and the earth were dim.
Yuan Yongyi walked with the horse, took a bag from the horse's back, and handed it to King Qi.
King Qi whispered: "Excuse me, please set it down for this king."
Yuan Yongyi shook his head, "I am only responsible for bringing you these things. As for the display of worship, I will not do it. She is not worth it."
King Qi looked at her with sadness in his eyes, "Yes, she is not worth it. This king does not know why he came."
"It doesn't matter whether you come or come, it's just a matter of closing. In the end, when you are married, she can't help you, but you did your best." Yuan Yongyi said.