Since General Zhang and his wife were Han Chinese and nominally prisoners of the Mongols, their burials after death could not be too public.
Although Arnold was mentally and physically exhausted, he still took care of the funeral of her parents. She was reborn into this world and knew that they were her parents since she was a baby. Every bit of care and wholehearted care, these are all
It's something she didn't have in her previous life.
February is a good day. The weather is gradually getting warmer and white flowers are beginning to bloom. The cherry trees in the yard are still blooming as beautifully as that day, and you can still smell the faint fragrance of flowers when a gust of wind blows. However, there is a tree in the center of the yard at this time.
There was a huge firewood pile, and the two people lying on it were the relatives who had been having tea and talking with her the day before yesterday.
Arnold wiped the corners of his eyes and wiped away the tears that had not yet fallen. The maid next to her handed over the torch. She reached out and took it and threw it towards the firewood pile. Thick smoke rose, and the billowing smoke...
Like the last farewell her parents gave her in this world.
The fire went from burning to extinguishing to not even feeling any heat at all. Everything was reduced to ashes, and there was no trace of the previous one.
Arnold held a small urn and put his parents' ashes into the urn little by little.
"Princess, the things have been packed according to your instructions, and the carriage has been prepared." The little maid reported softly, for fear that her voice would be too loud and disturb Arnold. It had been three days since the incident happened, and discussions began to take place in the palace.
Although the legend cannot be fully believed, it is true that Arnold's parents are dead. At this time, no one may be in a good mood.
Arnold closed the jar silently, held it in his arms and looked at the small courtyard again. Although she didn't have many memories here, it was full of the shadow of her parents. She seemed to see her parents with her.
We sat together under the cherry tree, drank tea and snacks and chatted.
She tightened the urn in her hand and took a deep breath to calm down. She turned around and looked at the little maid who was still waiting beside her, "Let's go!"
The little maid didn't dare to say anything and quietly led the way.
Arnold followed her out of the palace, got on the carriage and was about to set off. She wanted to return to Shuzhong and Diaoyu Mountain to bury her parents there.
There was a horse's neigh, and the carriage just took a step forward and then stopped again.
The helpless voice of the groom came from outside the carriage, "Princess, the prince is blocking you in front of the carriage. It seems you can't get away."
Arnold's heart ached, and she held the urn tightly with her fingers. She took a deep breath, opened the car door and got out of the car. In front of her, Brother Hu was a little pale, wearing a navy blue robe, and his light brown eyes were straight.
Staring at her seductively.
"Get out of the way." Arnold's voice was cold. She was holding the urn in one hand, and the other hand was trembling under her sleeve. It was this hand that raised Hu Gechi's machete without mercy.
He cut it down and almost killed him.
"No matter what happens, I... will not let you go." Hu Gechi grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the palace. "Father Khan has issued an edict, and we will set off back to Dadu today.
.At this time, you can’t go anywhere, you can only stay by my side.”
Arnold forcefully shook his hand away, but Hu Gechi's hands cuffed her tightly like iron pliers. Anger flashed in her eyes, "Hu Gechi, please let me go."