Five-year-pregnant concubine: the emperor's favor is too much

332 The Finale 1
When the sadness is over, who can remember all the three thousand sorrows at this moment?
On the bed|There was only a little Mumu left to accompany Xue Qingcheng, talking to him non-stop, just like when Xue Qingcheng told him that Hong'er was a gift from him, just like talking to Hong'er back then, Mumu also regarded him as a gift at this time, and Mumu didn't mind if he said nothing, but just told him what he missed.

The whole room was silent, except for the faint sound of crying.

Hong'er, who was sitting slumped under the bed, had such empty eyes, laughing and crying from time to time, as if the sadness this world had brought her had already made her laugh at her own life enough.

Beside the door, Nangong Yan, who was sitting paralyzed, also held his head, speechless.

The world freezes at this moment, how cruel.

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Xue Qingcheng really went there that night.

Although such an ending is difficult for everyone to accept.

Nangong Yan ordered that laughing be prohibited in the palace for three months, and that the people of the world wear mourning for three months. All entertainment venues across the country are not allowed to open during these three months, and all entertainment activities in the palace are also cancelled.

Feng Hong'er was named Empress Furong, but Hong'er would not accept it even if she was beaten to death. She only wanted to be his concubine Furong and live in Furong Palace.

On the third day after her death, Nangong Yan held a state funeral for Xue Qingcheng. The place was very special, in the cemetery where Hong'er and Nangong Yan also stayed.

It turned out that last time Nangong Yan didn't disappear by himself, but was also buried in the cemetery after being stunned by that strange old man.

Originally, the burial lasted for another five years, but Nangong Yan was worried about Hong'er, afraid that she would be heartbroken, but in the third month, a heavy rain fell, and she regained consciousness by relying on her own will. Then it was suffocation, and it took a long time to break through the grave and crawl out.

The cemetery was full of ants. The moment Nangong Yan came out, she was shocked to see the ants all over her body.

Later, when I talked about this with Hong'er, I realized that the ant must have some special effect. Otherwise, why both of them were poisoned, but the poison disappeared after being buried?
That's why he decided to bury Xue Qingcheng there, and with a little luck, if he wakes up one day, it's not impossible, it all depends on God's will.

A group of people climbed up the mountain in a mighty way, and it was already evening. The weather of this day was particularly oppressive, and it was a bit suffocating.

After tidying up according to the procedure, it was time to seal the soil. Seeing Xue Qingcheng's face being submerged in the mud bit by bit, Hong'er couldn't stop the heartache. Why did she feel like she was about to suffocate?

Hong'er turned around and fell into Nangong Yan's arms, her eyes were filled with tears, but she couldn't say a word.

Nangong Yan hugged her tightly, watching the gradually piled up graves, she just prayed silently, praying that he would be as lucky as herself.

The wind suddenly picked up and scattered the funeral flowers nearby, and the gorgeous Phalaenopsis petals were flying in the sky.

Each of these petals was picked by Hong'er herself, and if she stabbed her hand, her hand was also dyed with brilliant colors.

A petal floated in Hong'er's hand, Hong'er looked at the petal in her hand, and when a tear fell, the petal began to become crystal clear.

"I'm sorry, can you see? What I owe you in this life, I will pay you back in the next life." Hong'er tightly held the petals in her palm, looking at the grave affectionately.

Nangong Yan saw her movements, but he didn't hinder her, she was her own, at least in this life!

(End of this chapter)