Overnight, Lingtong’s dream once was completely realized.
However, the bare head and a black whip that was swayed on the chest were a little unbearable to look at it.
But after a moment, the spirit boy sat down by the lake in disappointment, holding his head with his hands, and looking ahead with confusion.
A handsome and delicate face reflected on the lake.
It is hard to imagine that his real age is an uncle.
Behind the Spirit Child, trivial footsteps sounded.
Several crematories carried the coffin containing the corpse of Yeyu passed by the spiritual boy.
Qingge came out with the cremator and saw Lingtong with a brow raised. She held a loose brocade robe in her hand and threw it towards Lingtong.
"As the time comes, it will be cremated. Change the clothes and come over."
After saying that, Qingge followed the footsteps of the cremator and left along the lakeside path.
The spirit boy was holding the gray-white brocade robe, stunned and dazed.
As his body grows bigger, his clothes will naturally become smaller and tightly attached to his body.
The spirit boy pursed his lips, hesitated, then turned around and went out, entered the mourning hall, and changed his brocade robe.
When he walked out and was about to rush to the cremation site, he suddenly stopped. The spirit boy squatted down and picked up the red plums on the ground. No, there were no red plums on the branches, but it still emitted a faint feeling.
fragrance.
The spiritual boy's eyes flashed, and his hands holding the branches deepened their strength slightly.
He had put this branch in the coffin.
How come it fell?
The spirit boy closed his eyes, and a ray of flame mark between his eyebrows was like a trace of the sun. In an instant, the spirit boy ignited a flame and burned the branches to ashes.
He clenched his fists.
Fire extinguished.
The spirit boy opened his eyes and walked out indifferently.
Ye Yu was cremated in the south of the city, and there was a wasteland outside the south gate of the imperial capital. At this time, people gathered in remote places, and firewood was piled up high. Ye Yu was wearing a water-pink long gown, holding a gentle bun, and wiping it on his lips.
Red, placed above firewood.
Ye Yu may not have the beauty of the world, or even at first glance, there is no slight surprise.
But at this moment, lying on the firewood, her eyebrows and eyes were like picturesque, like the ink and wash in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, thick and nostalgic.
Qingge and Ye Wuhen, Ye Qingtian stood in front, behind him were the Ye family members and other families that were very close to each other.
"King, the time has come." The cremator held up the torch and walked to Qingge, saluting respectfully, and said.
Qingge nodded.
The cremator holds a torch in one hand and puts the other hand in front of his chest. He walks to the pile of firewood, puts the torch in, and lights the firewood.
The fire was rapid, and the tiger went down the mountain, and the dragon that came out of the cave was unstoppable, and it was out of control and spread wildly.
When the spirit boy came, he saw that such a big fire had swallowed the beautiful her.
She was very quiet, without struggling, and let the hot fire eat her a little bit.
Her internal organs, flesh and limbs will all turn into dust.
Next to it, there is a blind monk from Nanhua Temple chanting scriptures to save his soul.
Qingge and others were in a heavy mood.
Qingge frowned, maybe one day in the future, she and the people around her will slowly die.
The sorrow music started.
At the same time, the fragrance of plum blossoms drifted with the gust of wind.
Everyone looked at each other, confused. How could there be the smell of plum blossoms in this midsummer?
The spirit boy behind the crowd was stiff, and he stepped out his slender legs and slowly walked towards the woman who was swallowed by the fire.
No one knows the adult spirit child.
Everyone is paying attention to the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Standing in front of the raging fire, the spirit boy stopped.
In the future, he would never meet such a woman again and would never feel impulsive.
Even if he has grown up, he is qualified to rub the warm and fragrant nephrotic jade, and no one will laugh at him.
This is a very dull funeral.
Not luxurious enough, but it follows Ye Yu's wish.
Half an hour later, Qingge and others left.
In the evening, the cremator brought the urn to the night palace.
The box containing ashes is inlaid with agate gemstones and is made of high-quality amethyst, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Qingge looked at the urn in his hand and sighed.
How could such a big person be put in this small box?
Qingge put the urn in the mourning hall.
At night, Ye Qingtian personally cooked and walked over with Qingge. The table was full of dishes, but they were basically vegetarian.
Bai Meier smiled when she saw Qingge.
Qingge looked at Bai Meier, but his expression remained unchanged, but his heart was rippled.
She always had an illusion that Bai Meier's skin did not belong to her.
"Qingge, you're leaving in a few days. Come and eat the dishes made by grandpa. Meier, you can sit down too." Ye Qingtian smiled and said, "I used to be here, so I can save some trouble.
, I didn’t expect that Mei’er’s cooking skills are also quite good. It seems that I have to take an extra disciple.”
Since Ye Qingtian learned that Bai Meier was Bai Honghai's daughter, he has been extremely happy.
He was like Qingge, feeling guilty.
The Ye family owes the massacre army.
Ye Jingfeng's death caused the massacre army to struggle in the abyss of purgatory.
"Grandpa, Mei'er is General Bai's daughter." Qingge turned to look at Bai Mei'er and said, "Mei'er, the other generals want to see you. If you have time another day, I'll take you to see you.
The people in the massacre army are all your father’s brothers during his lifetime, and they are as close as brothers.”
"That's so good." Bai Meier smiled.
Qingge raised his eyebrows and took a sip of the soup.
"Wuhen, what's the situation in Dongling?" Qingge asked.
"The health is getting worse and worse, and I am particularly poor. Even the morning courts rarely go to the court. The court officials of Dongling Kingdom formed gangs and made sects, and the situation is very bad. If you were not afraid of you, the four kings, you would have planned to usurp the throne long ago.
." Ye Wuhen said: "Those who covet the throne secretly spread rumors that the King of Dongling was a sick man, and that the Dongling Kingdom would sooner or later be destroyed. What's more, the unpleasant words are unpleasant."
"Is this what..." Qingge said to himself, thinking, "Let Beihuang pay attention to Dongling. No matter what happens, we cannot let Dongling Kingdom be in chaos. It is really not possible. We will secretly eliminate those traitors. God
I will take on the big things. If Dongling is tired of the emperor's life, he will take him to the night house and ensure that he will be worry-free for his whole life."
Fuxi lay on the table. He has been quiet these days.
When he heard Qingge speak, Fuxi's eyes shone with stars and looked at Qingge.
In his opinion, there is no one more dazzling than his sister.
She is like poppy blooming in the dark, thorns under the scorching sun, bloody and weird.
"The Emperor these days..." Ye Wuhen wanted to speak but stopped.
"What's wrong with Beihuang?" Qingge put down the bowls and chopsticks.
"Beihuang ignored the affairs of the court, and was much haggard. She didn't know what happened. We ministers don't have much to say. If you have time, go to the palace?" Ye Wuhen said.
.
“Okay.”
Before going to Luohua City and settle the affairs of the four countries, she would not have any burden.
However, Beihuang has always been serious, so how could he not care about the affairs of the country?
When talking about Beihuang, Qingge remembered the evil fate between Ye Qingcheng and Beihuang.
If you can make Beihuang obsess over it and be extremely concerned about it, you may only be a night of beauty when you look at the four stars. (To be continued)