Chapter 1350 656 Burial (Two More)

In April, the spring is bright and sunny, and it is a good day for outings.

In the splendid spring light of the whole city, the palace of Prince Gong in the royal capital seemed to be still in the midst of severe winter. There were dazzling white silk ribbons hanging from the inside and outside of the palace, and the air was filled with a gloomy and sad atmosphere.

In the Prince's Mansion, hysterical crying could be heard from time to time in the mourning hall of the main courtyard, while in Bai Muxiao's Xinghui courtyard, it was dead silent, as if everything in the Prince's Mansion had nothing to do with it.

"Concubine Side," Bihen held a wooden tray in her hand, on which was a set of white dresses, and said to Bai Muxiao cautiously, "Today, the princess is going to go to the funeral, and the whole family will go to serve the princess. Crying Spirit, did you also change into filial piety..."

Bihen swallowed nervously, since the young master left, the master's temper has become more and more strange. Even she and Bi Luo were sometimes afraid of their master.

Bai Muxiao, who was wearing a light blue dress, was leaning against the window, looking out the window. There were several willow trees planted in the yard.

Bai Muxiao didn't take a look at Bihen, and said coldly, "Just say I haven't given birth to my confinement yet, but it's over. Anyway, it's not bad for me." Isn't there that dress? !

Saying that, Bai Muxiao's eyes became colder and gloomier.

Her child was gone, but she died prematurely because she was young. She was short-lived. She couldn't set up a spiritual seat, couldn't hold funerals, and couldn't enter her ancestral grave. She could only be hastily buried in a wooden box...

Bai Muxiao clenched her fists, and the blue veins bulged on the back of her fair hand. Her child was supposed to be the dragon and the phoenix among the people, forever enjoying wealth and honor, but was killed by the vicious woman Cui Yanyan.

Cui Yanyan is more than worthy of death! She can't wait for her to die without a burial, to cry for the murderer, never mind!

Bihen and Bi Luo exchanged glances. The master's words are not without reason. As long as the prince does not force it, no one in this manor dares to say anything!

Bihen was about to retreat when Bai Muxiao called out, "Bihen."

Bai Muxiao's eyes were so dark and cold that it was like a bottomless abyss, Bihen's heart shuddered, and she bowed to stand by.

Bai Muxiao said slowly: "You go to the main courtyard to see..."

Han Lingfu had promised her that not only Cui Yanyan, but all of Cui Yanyan's accomplices would be buried with their children!

Bihen respectfully waited for Bai Muxiao's orders, but who knew she would suddenly change the subject: "Forget it, I'll go by myself."

Saying that, Bai Muxiao stood up and caressed her dress casually.

She has to watch those accomplices "sacrifice" with her own eyes before she can solve the hatred in her heart!

Bihen was as silent as a cicada, and went to the main courtyard with Bai Muxiao.

The closer you get to the main courtyard, the more white silk sashes hang around it, and there is a gloomy cloud. The mourning sounds of the people from the main courtyard come one after another, and it becomes clearer and clearer...

Bai Muxiao walked unhurriedly, her beautiful face was expressionless, without a trace of emotion.

At the entrance of the main courtyard, there is a row of women with big arms and round waists, each of whom is wearing burlap and filial piety, standing there like a god of honor.

When the old ladies saw Bai Muxiao coming, they hurriedly invited her in.

On the bluestone floor in the yard, the plain-clothed slaves knelt on the ground, each holding a small white porcelain cup in their hands, looking like a mourning concubine.

A cold-faced steward, with a group of wives, looked down at those people with cold eyes, and said yin and yang strangely: "It is your blessing to be buried for the princess."

During the conversation, the old women surrounded the slaves, with the intention of helping them.

Bihen glanced at them quickly and followed behind Bai Muxiao without looking sideways. She only felt that the atmosphere in the main courtyard was gloomy and depressed, and she really wanted to leave here immediately.

Bai Muxiao didn't seem to notice, and walked into the mourning hall leisurely carrying her skirt.

In the mourning hall, a pair of heavy black lacquer coffins stopped in the center, and the tablet in front of it was written: The spiritual seat of Cui, Princess Gongjun.

Bai Muxiao's icy gaze stopped on the tablet, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Even though Cui Yanyan used to be so beautiful, she had to bow to her, but now?

It's just a tablet, a coffin.

In front of Ling, a man dressed in hemp and filial piety was kneeling on a futon, his face was low, and his blue eyes were silently weeping, looking very sad.

Beside her were five or six stewards and maids, all of Cui Yanyan's cronies during her lifetime.

Hearing the footsteps of someone entering the mourning hall, everyone kneeling on the ground raised their eyes intuitively, Cui Yanyan's nanny Lin Mammy suddenly burst into hatred, gritted her teeth and said, "You vicious woman, you dare to come to the princess. Lingqian, aren't you afraid that the princess will find you to settle accounts in heaven?"

Bai Muxiao looked at Mammy Lin contemptuously, ignoring her at all. Without Cui Yanyan, a person like Mama Lin was just an ant that could be easily pinched to death.

This look of Bai Muxiao completely angered Mammy Elin, Mammy Lin's bloated body jumped up like a tiger, flew towards Bai Muxiao and shouted, "Bitch, I'm going to kill you. You are the princess..."

"Xiao'er be careful!"

A familiar male voice came from behind Bai Muxiao nervously. He grabbed Bai Muxiao and pulled him aside, and at the same time, he kicked his right leg out violently, and kicked it in the abdomen of Mammy Lin.

Mammy Lin let out a shrill scream, and stumbled to the ground with a staggered buttocks.

The clothes kneeling on the futon turned a blind eye, got up and saluted: "I have seen the prince."

Yes, the person who came was Han Lingfu.

Han Lingfu carefully took Bai Muxiao into his arms, looked at Mammy Lin with disgust, and said lightly to a steward behind him, "Mammy Li, it's almost time..."

However, there are only a few numbers, but there is a cold atmosphere, and the temperature around them suddenly dropped a lot.

"Yes, my lord."

Madam Li hurriedly echoed the words flatteringly, and then made a gesture to the wives she brought with her.

The old women walked towards Lin Ma and others without smiling. One of the old women was holding a red lacquered wooden tray in both hands. On the tray were small white porcelain cups. Filled with half a cup of brown liquid.

Everyone present knew exactly what the liquid in that cup was, a drop of poison that could kill a tiger.

Mammy Lin and the others were pale and trembling all over, and none of them could escape death.

Drink this glass of poisonous wine, and you're done.

At this moment, one of Cui Yanyan's personal maids finally couldn't control her emotions, she collapsed to the ground and muttered a curse: "Bai Muxiao, you must die! You killed the princess, it must be you! Demon girl, you really are a demon girl!" After speaking, the maid was already a little crazy.

Han Lingfu's brows furrowed even tighter, and he released a fierce murderous aura all over his body. In his heart, he only felt that these subordinates were really hateful. !

Madam Li was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she said angrily: "Bitch, it's really a demon! In front of the lord, you dare to speak nonsense!" Then she ordered the old ladies, "Don't hurry up and give them a ride! "

The women didn't dare to hesitate any longer, and one by one they rudely poured poisonous wine on Mama Lin and others.

In the sound of cursing and crying, one person after another fell in front of the spirit, dark red blood spilled from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes bulged out, obviously dead, and an aura of death permeated the spirit hall. ...

The few women who were working seemed calm, but their hearts were actually a little fuzzy, silently reciting Amitabha Buddha, and probably only the three masters in the mourning hall were indifferent...

Bai Muxiao turned her back to the crowd, and snuggled into Han Lingfu's arms docilely and obediently. Most of her small face was buried in his generous chest. Her slightly whitish cherry lips drew a cold, almost cold smile.

Bihen, who had been looking at his master, noticed it keenly, his eyelids jumped, and he shrank away and looked away.

Sure enough, girl, she is no longer the girl from the White House.

This seemingly prosperous county palace has pushed the girl to this point!

No wonder the world says that once you enter the Houmen, it is as deep as the sea...

Bihen's heart was heavy, and she didn't know if she was afraid of Bai Muxiao's changes, or she was at a loss for the future of their master and servant...

Soon, with the fall of the last maid, the mourning hall was completely quiet, a gloomy silence, and five or six silent corpses were lying there.

Madam Li was in a hurry and ordered people to remove all the corpses. In the blink of an eye, the mourning hall was clean and deserted again, as if nothing had happened.

Next, it was Cui Yanyan's spiritual ceremony.

According to the custom of Dayu, the deceased should have his eldest son kneel and pay homage when he comes out of the spirit, and then fall to the sub-pen. The coffin was lifted and moved out of the mourning hall with the sound of drums.

This is a funeral that seems grand to outsiders, but is actually very deserted. The only people crying are the concubine's clothes.

For Bai Muxiao, the funeral was over after Cui Yanyan's coffin was carried out of the county palace.

From then on, Cui Yanyan is dust to dust, earth to earth!

Bai Muxiao went straight back to her yard, only to feel that her body was full of bad luck, so she ordered the maid to wait for her to bathe and change...

The servants in the yard all heard what happened in the mourning hall, and they were all terrified, and they were very agile when it came to doing things.

After a stick of incense, Bai Muxiao, who was wearing a white t-shirt, sat in front of the dressing table, her black hair exuding thick moisture scattered behind her, and Bihen carefully helped her dry her hair.

Bai Muxiao felt that her hair was about 70% dry, so she yawned and said lazily, "I'm tired, wait for me to rest."

Bihen and Biluo couldn't help but glanced outside. At this moment, the sun had just started to set in the west, and the sky was bright.

The two maids looked at each other, and finally Yu Bi Luo reminded: "Concubine Side, it's still early, you can rest at this time, in case the prince comes..." How can it be?

Bai Muxiao's mouth curled into a sarcastic smile, and she curled a strand of broken hair with the index finger of her right hand and said, "Your Highness will not come." After a pause, the smile on her face seemed to be frozen. It became colder and colder, "My lord, he is going to see his future father-in-law."

After being entangled with Han Lingfu for so many years, Bai Muxiao had always had unrealistic expectations for him, but now she has a cold heart towards him, and without those affections that blind her eyes, some things she does Thoroughly seen through.

She can be sure that with Han Lingfu's eagerness for quick success and his desire for the throne, he will definitely continue in the hot filial piety.

Han Lingfu, this person can be said to be unprofitable, and he is more utilitarian than a businessman!

For example, Cui Yanyan's death, on the surface, it seemed that he wanted to avenge her and their children, but in fact why he agreed to kill Cui Yanyan, she knew very well, if it was not for his interests, if it was not in his eyes , Cui Yanyan has lost the value of use, and he will only let himself endure, let himself wait, just like the countless times in the past...

However, for me, the reason is not important, as long as the purpose is achieved!

The result now is that Cui Yanyan is dead, and Cui Yanyan's accomplice is also dead!

Thinking, a flash of happiness flashed in Bai Muxiao's eyes, and the ink in her pupils was so thick that it was about to overflow.

However, this is not the end, her revenge has just begun.

Next, it was the turn of the father who gave up the child.