Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 140

Happy days are always very short, and Mo Li feels that all this is too happy, even a little bit unreal.

Sitting on the swing, Mo Li looked up at the sky, wondering in his heart, where did those shining stars go these days?Could it be that even Xingxing suspects that her happiness is fake?
This swing was made by Shangguan Peak for Mo Li yesterday. Although the swing still smelled of pine oil, Mo Li still loved the feeling of swinging on the swing.

Hey. Mo Li lowered his head and sighed. The past few days have been too unreal. Mo Li was afraid that such days would be gone in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, there was a push behind him, making Mo Li sway in the air with the swing of the swing.

Mo Li swayed in the air with his eyes closed, the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, the tip of his nose was filled with the scent of tea leaves, the breeze blew Mo Li's long hair like ink, and Mo Li felt that he was close to the sky when he was on the swing Just a few feet away, Mo Li laughed loudly: "Haha, Ah Feng feels so good, I really feel like I've turned into a swallow."

Shangguan Feng looked at Mo Li's innocent smiling face and said, "Okay, then we will fly together." Shangguan Feng felt very sad when he saw Mo Li's smiling face, and really hoped that such a smile would stay on Mo Li's face forever.

The night hides all the chaotic ugliness and filth in this world together in the darkness, and those ugliness breed like bacteria in the darkness.

In the dark night, a soldier in filial piety was galloping recklessly on a tall horse on a deserted street, with a white silk flower in front of the horse's head, and the copper bell on his neck resounded through the sky as he ran, like black and white impermanence. Bell, jingle bell, the ringing of the bell is frightening.

"Prince Gong is dead, Prince Gong is dead." Bing Yong, who reported the funeral, cried out choked up, wanting to convey his sadness to everyone who was still sleeping.

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the eunuch Li Dequan announced sadly: "Your Majesty, something is wrong. The snow mountain avalanche, Prince Gong was buried under the snow mountain, and there is no body left. The emperor and Prince Gong are dead." Li Dequan raised his wide sleeves and wept bitterly. Kneeling in front of the palace gate: "Your Majesty, Prince Gong died so tragically."

"What?" The emperor suddenly sat up from the bed, covered in cold sweat, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a wow, which stained the red brocade quilt covered with flowers and stalks red.

Fu Rong sat up and looked at the blood vomited by the emperor and asked in panic, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

The emperor beat his chest and cried bitterly: "Che'er, my Che'er, it's the father's fault, isn't it, the father deserves to die." The pain in his heart was unbearable, and the emperor held his chest tightly, as if someone had strangled his neck He fell flat on the bed as well.

Fu Rong yelled: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, quickly pass on to the Imperial Physician, pass on to the Imperial Physician."

In Prince Gong's mansion, the lights were brightly lit, and the whole mansion was plunged into heart-piercing cries and wailing. Qin Xinping was kneeling in front of the mourning hall in filial piety, but there was only an empty coffin in front of the mourning hall.

Qin Xinping knelt in front of the empty coffin, holding her one-year-old son Shangguanrui and crying loudly: "Husband, why are you so cruel, why are you so cruel to leave our orphans and widows behind, husband, do you hear me?" Did you hear our Rui'er calling you Daddy?" Seemingly infected with her mother's grief, she also began to cry loudly.

"Second brother, why did you leave us? Second brother, I feel so regretful. I didn't see you off at the beginning, and I didn't even see you for the last time. Second brother, my heart aches." The sound of Ru's mourning had already reached the mourning hall, Xinping's tears were still wet, and the expression of disgust that had appeared in her eyes long ago, this fly that couldn't be beaten to death. "

(End of this chapter)