Let Feng Yebai cry filial piety for the emperor. He has no tears, not only can't cry, but also wants to laugh. The emperor thinks he is smart, but actually, the first time it is in the hands of a woman, and his life is not dead. The second time it is in the hands of his own son, and his blessing is exhausted, and he is killed by his own son. These two people are the most unprepared people in his daily life, but in the end they are sent to Huang People from the spring road.

Because of the war, the emperor's funeral had no time to prepare carefully. The prince stipulated that everything should be simple, and there was no need to stop mourning immediately. Nevertheless, the red tape was not saved. This completely stirred up the palace. By the time Feng Yebai returned home, it was already noon.

The imperial court's list of the emperor's death has been posted everywhere. The crown prince's posthumous title is "emperor Xiaoxian". Within three months, all kinds of happy events are forbidden. The whole country mourns. Every family wears filial piety clothes, hangs white lights, kneels down in the long street to see off the "emperor Xiaoxian". Even the crown prince's accession to the throne is just a set of ceremonial celebrations.

Chen Yang received an obituary from the palace early in the morning. He hung a white lantern at the door. He couldn't wear the original colored clothes. Instead, he changed them into plain ones. They were either black or gray, and no red color was allowed.

Yu Wen Lu's appearance was cold and he stood behind Chen Yang, rubbing his chin and muttering like a wandering soul, "how can you say death is death? Don't you mean to live a little longer? "

Shen Yang was so scared that he didn't jump up. He turned around and trampled on his feet. "How can you be like a ghost? Can't you walk with a little wind? You want to scare people? "

"Feng Yebai hasn't come back yet?" His eyes always couldn't help glancing at her. It seemed that since he met her, he hadn't seen her face painted with rouge. A face that was always plain and pale, clear soup and white water, and the color that could make a man's heart beat, she didn't have any. Especially today, when she was wearing plain clothes, the whole person was lifeless.

Shen Yang glanced at him, "isn't this a good time for you? Why don't you go back and tell your father that you are still pestering here? "

"It's true that you're stupid. It's not smart at all. The story of the emperor's death has spread all over the world now. What kind of place do you think we have? I need to go back in person for this information? "

Her husband is right. Talking to someone like Yu Wenlu is like casting pearls before swine. No matter what you say, he has a bad face. It's like the whole world owes him 250000 or 80000 yuan. The world can't hold him.

Shen Yang is not willing to talk to him, twisted his face and left. Yu Wenlu followed her with a dead face. If he didn't talk to her, he felt itchy. Seeing her illness, he stretched out his hand and pulled her, "what are you doing so fast?"

Shen Yang shakes him off, looks over him and shouts, followed by Shang Mei Shang Xiang, "you even go faster, but you still want to protect your master all the time. Don't you see that your master is in deep water?"

Shangmei Shangxiang was a little afraid of yuwenlu. He was fierce every day. He had the same hatred with everyone. Although he knew that this was in the palace, he didn't dare to do anything. But the fear in his heart would not be reduced because of this. Nuo should have walked away from him and stood to the side of Chenyang.

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