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2877. Chapter 2877 Fire Martyrdom 16

Her steps quietly took off the steps.

Everyone was shocked by the horse's screams and did not notice her actions at all. Even the new emperor standing beside her was immersed in grief and did not pay any attention. He still knelt on the ground and cried constantly

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Yi Hun, who had been paying attention to her, couldn't help but be furious when she saw the queen walking around at this time, "Look, Queen Feng, she actually stood up..."

Several ministers of life also frowned. Empress Feng's actions were really rude.

"I just said that Han women are like this. They should be asked to be buried with her... Alas, if she hadn't been the queen, I would have to punish her for being rude..."

Yi Hun was nagging, but he didn't stop the queen. He just hoped that she would walk ahead and the more rude she would be, the better.

King Dongyang, Yuanhe and others felt something was wrong.

The two lowered their voices: "No, the queen's face is so strange..."

"Oh my God, where is the Queen going?"

The queen had already walked to a very dangerous place at this time, which was a high platform without a railing. Going down there was a blazing fire.

She stood there, staring blankly at the fire.

The horse's whine, the paper money soared, and the surroundings were covered with whiteness.

Her eyes suddenly became very bright, and she blinked hard, but saw a man with a green jujube crown in front of her, riding on a tall horse, holding her bunch of ragged treasures, and ruthlessly heading towards the fire.

Throw it in: "Silly thing... this is not yours, nothing is yours... you have nothing..."

"No, don't do this!"

"Don't...that's mine...my flower tree...my..."

Flower trees, Your Majesty, the ragged treasures...

She rushed over desperately, "You give me back... you... you liar... you liar..."

I don't know who shouted: "Oh my God... the Empress... the Empress..."

Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming, but they saw Empress Feng in a snow-white mourning uniform on the high platform, falling directly from the high platform. The wind blew up her white robe, huh, like a white flag on her head

Keep shaking, shaking...

The fire, the blood red that soared into the sky, was actually straight into the sea of ​​fire.

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PS: Here is the day!


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