No trace of her red clothes can be seen anymore. Let your hatred and sins be buried deep in this broad soil!
Gently cover Hongdie's face with a touch of loess. Her white face is very peaceful, as if she is sleeping soundly. At this moment, you must be happily reunited with your family in the sky, and you are free.
After Qian Qian buried the grave, he found another piece of wood and was thinking about how to open it. The heroes had not left yet and could not show their deep inner strength. Without using inner strength, without tools,
How to split this piece of wood?
While he was in a dilemma, a very tough man came over and snatched the wood from Qian Qian's hand without saying a word. He raised the ax in his hand and aimed it at the piece of wood, and then he saw this
The wood was neatly divided into two pieces. Qianqian was grateful in her heart, but she didn't want to show it. She silently picked up the wood, struggled to insert the wood into Hongdie's grave, and fixed it with soil.
With his blood-stained hand, he wrote: "The tomb of Hongdie was established by Yu Qianqian." Then he kowtowed three times to the grave.
When everyone saw that Hongdie had successfully entered the ground, it was almost dark now. No matter how high her martial arts skills were, she would not be able to suffocate her for so many hours, so they left in groups with peace of mind.
Soon, only Qian Qian was left kneeling in front of the grave.
Qian Qian said to the wooden stake: "Sister, look at how ridiculous those people are. They are so afraid of you. They have been standing by for so long before they are willing to leave with peace of mind."
Qianqian raised her hand and stroked the fast wooden stake carefully, as if she was helping Hongdie to walk. She thought that Hongdie saved her and helped her bury Zhou Peng in such a wilderness. She never thought that she would be able to bury Zhou Peng.
However, within just a few months, it was Qianqian's turn to bury Hongdie.
So, who will bury him in the future?
Qian Qian's tears that had dried up from crying welled up again.
In the palace of Prince Xuanyuan in the capital, Xuanyuan Che knocked over the tea table and roared angrily at the people kneeling on the ground. Xuanyuan Che's face was cold and determined, mixed with indelible fatigue and haggard.
The people below were dumbfounded and could only accept the situation, because for the past six months, there was no clue about the whereabouts of the princess-to-be. It was common for the prince to get angry like this today.
"How come there is no news at all! I have said before that if you want to see people alive or dead, you will see corpses! You all go out to search, but you can't bring back any clues. What's the use of me raising a bunch of trash like you!
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Everyone could only keep kowtowing on the ground, and there was no other way.
The housekeeper shook his head and sighed in his heart. After Miss Qianqian left, the prince's temperament was not as good as before. Although he was usually stern and very generous to his servants, but now...
Alas! I can only ask God to bless me and Miss Qianqian can return safely.
At this moment, a dusty man walked in outside the door. He stumbled in without waiting for the notification. The housekeeper frowned and hurriedly went forward to check the situation...