It's the beauty that brings disaster. I'm also desperate.

And we...

Isn't that exactly the case?

"Li'er, what song are you humming? Why haven't I heard you sing it before?"

Although Xia Li's voice was low, the two women next to her were both great Taiyi monks. Even if she deliberately transmitted her voice, it might not be hidden, not to mention that if she hummed, the other party would naturally hear it clearly.

"I just sang it casually, but I felt a little sad about the passing of time."

"Oh~, I didn't expect Li'er to be sentimental sometimes."

Jiang Xuan seemed to have thought of something and suddenly smiled a little wickedly.

"Didn't you grow backwards because of the Zhubao Jinxiutu? Do you think it's possible that every once in a while,..."

"Okay, Yingji, we'll be heading into the city soon."

However, Jiang Xuan was interrupted by Jiang You before she could finish her words.

The whole city was solemn and dignified after the death of Queen Wa.

The three of them have been together for a long time, so Jiang You naturally understood the other person's feelings... Jiang Xuan was worried that she would feel the atmosphere near the imperial capital and would be too sad.

So I specifically mentioned Li'er to distract myself from my thoughts.

Jiang You understood their intentions, but they were about to enter the city. There were countless monks in the city, and if they were seen talking and laughing, who knows how they would frame the Jiang family.

"Oh."

After being reminded like this, Jiang Xuan also realized his mistake and immediately stopped talking, even his face darkened.

At this time.

The crane began to land.

The closer we got to the ground, the more solemn and dignified the Chiyang City became, almost rushing towards us...

Dark brocade was hung everywhere in the city, decorating the entire imperial capital in black and red.

The old day has set, and the new day has not yet risen.

The sky is dim and bright......

This is the feeling that the dark city brings to Xia Li. It's sunny and the weather is great...but in this city, he still feels an invisible depression and darkness.

As the three men got off the crane, a beautiful woman came quickly towards them.

"mother."

"Aunt Ying."

Jiang Xuan and Jiang You shouted one after another, but Xia Li didn't know how to shout.

——Should I follow Jiang Xuan and call her mother, or should I follow Jiang You and call her aunt?

——This is a problem.

Obviously, the other party didn't care about Shengsheng's address.

Maybe he would joke around at ordinary times, but now he has a frown on his face.

"It's good that you're back. Go change into your formal attire. The emperor's funeral will be held at midnight tonight, so you need to arrive early."

Chapter 65: Youyou, you are so mean to me!

Jiang Ying's tone was a little anxious.

She was the one who sent the flying crane message on the day of the emperor's death, and the funeral was held on the ninth day after the emperor's death.

After the emperor's death, she had been accompanying Jiang Hui in the palace. She estimated that the three of them should be back today, so she went back to the mansion to wait... Originally, she was worried that she would not be able to make it in time.

Fortunately, the three women traveled day and night, and it took the flying crane three days to arrive. The slower the carrying people, the greater the consumption.

But it only took five days.

"Aunt Ying, how is mother?"

"she......"

Jiang Ying shook her head, not knowing what to say.

After thinking for a while, he said.

"She hasn't slept for nine days. She has been handling government affairs in the palace."

Emperor Nuwa died and the new emperor has not yet been established.

All government affairs were piled up here with Prime Minister Xia. Originally, it was Jiang Hui's duty to handle these, and it was nothing... But after finishing the daily duties, Jiang Hui also had to arrange the relevant matters of the emperor's funeral with Si Zhen.

Since Si Mi left, Jiang Hui has neither cried nor laughed.

He seems to be a workaholic who is so busy that he forgets who he is.

"Is that so?"

Hear the words.

Jiang You nodded, with a hint of worry between his brows.

Jiang Ying led the three of them to the dressing room, and the maids who had been waiting for a long time immediately got busy. In two incense sticks of time, they had dressed You, Xuan, and Li in proper brocade.

Embroidered skirt.

The interweaving of dark tones of black and blue gives people a sense of solemnity at first sight.

Their hairstyles were simple and plain, their hairpins were also black, and they wore square crowns at the end.

Jiang Ying also gave some instructions on the etiquette of the emperor's funeral and other matters that needed attention, and then officially set off...

——Huh? That's not right!

——Isn’t my character a remnant of the previous dynasty? The death of Emperor Wa has nothing to do with me, why should I also attend the funeral of the emperor?

After getting on the carriage, he looked at the dignified girl in the bronze mirror in the corner of the carriage.

Shengsheng finally reacted... Well, actually she knew why she should go, but she felt a little scared when she thought about her status as the descendant of Emperor Jiequ.

"Youyou, I don't need to go, right?"

There were two carriages in total, the one in the front was Jiang Xuan and her mother.

And behind them were Jiang You and Xia Li riding together...

The woman in a black robe and a green crown who was sitting at the table glanced at the other person, said nothing, and turned away again.

"...Okay, I can't go yet."

"You didn't say you wanted to get off the bus halfway, why are you so aggressive?"

Shengsheng muttered softly.

Although Youyouzi didn't say anything, the look she gave her just now was so terrifying.

Being stared at with such a terrifying gaze, Mou Sheng's sense of urgency immediately came back... Emperor Chuyu is Youyouzi's father, what is the relationship between himself and Youyouzi?

Even if there are mountains of swords, seas of fire and frying pans ahead, you have to accompany them.

......

The carriage drove smoothly all the way.

When driving onto Changyang Main Street, Shengsheng lifted the car curtain and found that there were dense pedestrians on both sides of the street.

Dense but not messy.

They all headed towards Changyang Palace in an orderly manner...

and.

Compared to the humans on the right side of the street, the aliens on the left side of the street all lowered their heads slightly, with a look of shrewdness on their faces. They took every step very carefully, as if they were afraid of stepping on a landmine.

Not to mention talking, I didn't even dare to glance at her.

His hands were folded on his lower abdomen, and his expression was sad, solemn and dignified.

Dare not show the slightest bit of abnormality.

Previously, a pig demon breathed a little louder, and was beaten to death by a monk patrolling the main street for disrespecting Queen Nuwa... It's really true that even the breathing of this alien race is wrong!

——It’s too formalistic.

——There is also excessive discrimination.

Shengsheng thought to himself.

She looked around and saw that the humans walking on the right side of the street also had solemn expressions, but they could still talk to each other.

The girl shook her head...

Having spent a long time with Jiang You and Jiang Xuan, she knew that all the successive Queens of Nuwa had advocated racial equality...but because human cultivators were so powerful, humans looked down on other species from the bottom of their hearts.

——If this goes on, something bad will happen sooner or later.

Lower the curtain.

Thinking of Ju Fangyunlu's various situations, Shengsheng sighed in her heart. However, she could only sigh, as it would not help anyway.

The Jiang Mansion carriage stopped outside Changyang Palace, and four people walked out of the carriage...

At this moment, the gates of Changyang Palace were closed, but the front of the palace was filled with civil and military officials, as well as representatives of foreign races who had come from all over the country. Some of the demons and foreign races who were close to the Queen Nuwa had their clan leaders come in person.

Because the higher the alien's cultivation level is, the more dangerous it will be, unless it reaches the seventh level of the Way of Enlightenment.

Therefore.

These alien tribe leaders who dared to come to the funeral in person were either very powerful or Taiyi demon immortals.

Or risk your life...

The palace path was extremely spacious, but it was also filled with twenty or thirty rows of humans, demons, ghosts, and monsters. All living creatures were lined up in order, and each person stood in his or her proper position, front, back, left, right, or right.

It was arranged from the beginning and you cannot offside randomly.

Jiang Ying led Jiang You and the other two girls forward.

The Jiang family was the most distinguished family besides the descendants of Nuwa from the Eleventh Clan. This time, the heads of several major Jiang clans came. The descendants of the Eleventh Clan stood in the first row on the right, and the Jiang family members were in the second row on the right.

This shows how high his status is.

"Your Excellency, the Privy Councilor."

"Your Excellency, the Privy Councilor."

"Envoy Jiang is here..."

When you reach the front row.

Civil and military officials who considered themselves qualified began to greet Jiang Ying and the other four.

Hearing these people's names, Shengsheng was shocked...

It turns out that Jiang Ying is actually the Privy Councilor.

Jiang Hui is the Prime Minister of Xia, Jiang Ying is the Privy Councilor... No wonder the Jiang family has such a respected status, it turns out that the military and political power are in the hands of this pair of sisters.

Saying.

How much does Queen Wa trust the Jiang family?

"Huh? Could this be the Feng Li in the rumors?"

"'Red Scales on the Face' Feng Li?"

"It seems to be her..."

After greeting Jiang Ying.

Suddenly someone let out a light exclamation and asked this question.

The person asking the question was a descendant of the Jiu clan. How could they not be sure since they had already memorized Sheng Sheng's appearance? He asked this question just to show that he had not been paying attention to her all the time.

Three hundred years have passed, and I can no longer remember the time when Sheng Sheng's pureblood caused a sensation in the imperial capital...

of course.

In fact, no one among the nine branch families had forgotten.

Over the years, the clan leaders of each clan have been paying close attention to Shengsheng's movements, and naturally they are aware that she is very close to the Jiang sisters.