Mrs. Di Shao is abusing the scum again

Chapter 1134
"It was him, the king treated him like his own son, but he turned out to be a wolf and killed the king."

"I heard that the king valued him very much during his lifetime, raised him as his own son, and even entrusted him with state affairs with confidence. How much trust did he have in him, but what happened."

"This kind of person is really disgusting. How could he kill his own uncle for the sake of the throne?"

"He thinks he can be king when the king is dead, which is fantastic."

"Let such a cruel and ruthless person be the king, we common people will not suffer."

"This kind of person can be punished by everyone."

"That is, what qualifications does he have to hold the portrait of the king, and what qualifications does he have to send the king to the burial in mourning? He should be shot immediately."

"What's even worse is that his mother didn't even come back to see him off. The king is her brother, and she is so cruel."

"I heard that Princess Feili has been married for more than [-] years and has never been back. If she is so heartless, it's no wonder that the son she gave birth to is also so ruthless."

"If it wasn't for the fear of soiling the portrait of the king, I would have thrown him to death with rotten eggs."

"I don't know how Queen Anli will deal with this murderer, whether he will be imprisoned for the rest of his life, or shot after the funeral."

"If it is shot, I must personally go to watch."

A certain avenue leading to the royal cemetery in country D was crowded with people.

Because she was afraid that too many people would delay the burial time, Queen Amway asked the police to act as a human flesh cordon here in advance.

But because there were too many people, the policemen were pushed back again and again.

Fortunately, there are guards behind the police as a human barrier, otherwise there will be riots.

Tang Qixie's face was pale, and the wound on his face was a little scary. He lowered his eyes slightly, and no one knew what he was thinking.

The portrait is held in handcuffed hands.

The shackles dragged on the ground, making noise as he walked step by step.

And beside him, what was carried was the coffin of Filiosi.

Because of the inflammation of the wound, his fever was getting worse and worse, his head was dizzy and buzzing, and his eyes were dimmed and bright, and the indignant and cursing sounds around him made Tang Qixie feel a splitting headache.

It seems that that time in the dungeon, after he knew the truth, he had some tinnitus.

Sometimes there is no sound...

Dragging his ankles, he followed the funeral procession, walking mechanically.

In the crowd, a petite figure was squeezed several times by the crowd and almost fell down.

With so many people, if they fell down, they would definitely be trampled to death under the feet of others.

Ming Lan Xiang'er's eyes were red and swollen, and she followed the funeral procession all the way.

His eyes stayed on Tang Qixie.

In fact, she could have gone to the royal cemetery first and waited for the funeral procession to arrive, but she wanted to accompany him on this difficult journey.

Looking at Tang Qixie, who was being abused and criticized in the funeral procession, Ming Lan Xiang'er felt as if a knife was piercing her heart.

How could such a precious person like him wear those things and suffer so much spit and curse.

God, this is so unfair.

Even if Master Qi is rescued today, I'm afraid he will live in today's shadow for the rest of his life...

But no matter what happens to him in the future, she will save him.

He cannot die.

The road from Feili Palace to the royal cemetery was the longest and most difficult road that Tang Qixie had traveled in his life.

Outside the royal cemetery, people from country D surrounded them.

At a glance, it was full of human heads.

As soon as they saw Tang Qixie and the coffin, the crowd began to surge...

(End of this chapter)