Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 212 – The Mountain League is not here, and the brocade book is hard to entrust
"The royal driver is approaching, idlers avoid it!"

In the dark part of the corridor, Li Qingmei seemed to be wedged into the ground as she walked forward, unable to move forward.

Seeing this, Erika sighed softly.

"It's been a long time since I saw Your Majesty. After all, I've been with His Majesty as a master and servant. You can hide here with me and say goodbye to Your Majesty!"

She didn't explain, she just pulled Li Qingmei to hide in the dark, waiting for Sikong Que's Yu Huan to gradually approach.

At this time, Sikong Que's complexion was slightly smoky. Today's New Year's Eve palace banquet was held at the same time as his Longevity Festival. Now, no one dared to drink with him.

At this moment, he was leaning on the back of the chair with a splitting headache.

Li Qingmei's eyes widened, and she was reluctant to close them for a moment, wishing to look at his eyebrows more carefully, and then to engrave them deeply in her mind.

She stared at Sikong Que who was walking away from him, and murmured in a low voice:

"I'm leaving, so I won't say goodbye to you in person. Farewell is eternity. From now on, you should sleep well, eat well, drink less alcohol, and rest more. Government affairs are endlessly busy."

"When summer and autumn turn, you will always get angry. Remember to ask Wencheng to cook more Prunella vulgaris. Although the taste is not good, you can't be picky..."

She muttered for a long time, and finally, under Li Yi's repeated urging, she reluctantly continued to walk towards the Hall of Longevity.

On the first day of the first lunar month of the second year of Dafeng Yunlie, after the 49th July [-]th festival was held, the deposed Emperor Sikong Yao was buried in the imperial mausoleum of Qinghe County by Huanggu Sikong to help the spirit.

On the tower of Shenhua Gate of the Imperial Palace, Wencheng Lu Xue was wearing a vermilion cloak, looking thoughtfully at the funeral procession that was gradually going away.

"Your Majesty, if she leaves the palace, wouldn't it be more convenient for us to attack her? Why do you need someone to inform His Majesty?"

"If she doesn't leave, it will do you a hundred harms and no benefit!"

"Luzhu, it's easy to kill the body, but hard to kill the heart. If a person is alive, he is already dead in the eyes of others. Wouldn't it be better!"

"What I want to cut off is not only the future between her and His Majesty, but also the past between her and His Majesty. I can't tolerate even a trace of affection!"

"This palace can tolerate His Majesty's countless beauties in the harem, but what cannot be tolerated is His Majesty's heart, entrusted to one person!"

"In two more hours, order someone to inform His Majesty, Li Qingmei! If you live a miserable life, you will not let me down for a long time for you~"

...

At the south gate of Cangyun City, Zhanying was wearing fiery red armor, pacing back and forth anxiously.

It wasn't until the subordinates informed that the funeral procession for Emperor Fei was approaching that he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Remove all the roadblocks, the dead are the worst, let them go out of the city directly!"

"As ordered!"

At this moment, Sikong Yu was dressed in plain clothes, holding Sikong Yao's spirit card in his hand, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying.

She stood at the forefront of the funeral procession, and the procession gradually passed through the south city gate, when the carriage pulling the coffin was about to drive out of the city gate, there was a long howling.

A golden plume and feather arrow carried a strong wind, and shot it impartially on the coffin.

"Don't go!"

"It's Your Majesty!"

A sharp-eyed person saw a bright yellow figure, raising his whip, galloping anxiously towards the coffin.

Holding up his saber, Sikong Que jumped off the horse.

Start with the funeral palace person closest to you, and identify them one by one.

It wasn't until he examined the twenty mourners one by one, and even carefully identified the other twenty eunuchs.

Then he flew in front of Sikong Yu.

"Hand her over! Otherwise, none of you will leave the city today!"

"Que'er, what are you talking about? Don't you come to see your father off for the last time?"

"Aunt Huang! Hand over Li Qingmei! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Li Qingmei? The one who was blocked by those Confucian scholars on Zhuque Street that day?"

(End of this chapter)