A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 292 The Funeral Ends Hastily (1)
Little Bihe's funeral ended in a hurry, and even the encoffining, clothing, and transfer of pivots were extremely low-key, and it was held at night.In addition, she was neither buried in the ancestral grave of the Prime Minister's Mansion, nor was she buried according to the etiquette that a prince's concubine should have.

The reason for this is that the palace secretly sent someone to issue an imperial decree, not to mention making a fuss and keeping things simple.After all, not long ago at the Temple of Heaven, someone replaced her and held a big wedding. If news of her death came out in two days, the royal family would undoubtedly make another big joke.

She was buried on a hillside outside the west city, not even the name on the stele, only the date of burial.The emperor allowed the name to be engraved one month later.

The breeze is merciless, and catkins dance wildly.

Poor man, there is no peace even after death.

Half a month later, under a few drizzles, the solitary grave was deserted, and desolate weeds grew sporadically.

In another half a month, people went to cool the tea, she gradually faded out of people's sight, and gradually lived in the hearts of some people.

After her death, Qing'er disappeared and all of them disappeared.

It is said that Luo Tuo left the capital not long after.

Lou Yujin also stayed behind closed doors, refusing to see guests.

People from the Prime Minister's Mansion went to Fukong, while the people from Qin Boyi seemed to have aged a lot all of a sudden. They left Beijing with their families disheartened and returned to their hometown in a low-key manner, and refused to be sent off by their colleagues.

In Xiaoyang City, ten miles outside the city, there is a mansion with a deep courtyard.

The giants have been closed for many years.

Inside, it's been quite tense and weird lately.

"Luo Tuo! When will she wake up?"

"Tomorrow, it must be tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, tomorrow, you always say tomorrow, it's been almost a month, you still say tomorrow?!" Lou Yujin couldn't hold back anymore, she could bear it for a day or two, barely for three or four days, seven or eight days had passed Suffering, another half a month, a month, do I still have to live!
(End of this chapter)