King Qi was silent for a while, squatted down and took out the wine pot, a small food box, and a stick of incense.

He opened the food box, which contained buns and a bowl of stuff that looked like it was bird's nest. It was sticky and cold.

Chu Fu lit incense for him, and he put the incense on the coffin. When the wind blew, the incense stick was blown off, and the sparks with the incense head rolled a few times and were extinguished at the feet of King Qi.

He stood in front of the coffin, stared quietly for a moment, and said softly: "I don't know what you like to eat. I used to drink this bird's nest when I saw you drinking it. I think you should like it, so just use it."

"It's been a year since the couple was not very loving, but they never blushed. I still don't know why we are like this, and I don't understand why you want to kill me. What do you hate me?"

"At this point, I should hate you, and I really hate you. When I dreamed at midnight, I always saw that big fire and always saw you stab me with a hairpin. I don't understand. Looking at such a gentle and kind person, he would suddenly become so vicious."

He said quietly, and Yuan Yongyi listened quietly. She had never seen such a strong sadness on his face. Do you really love her so much? It's not worth it.

So, she comforted softly: "Okay, forget it after worshiping, don't be sad anymore."

King Qi shook his head. He has been very thin since he was stabbed. Now his thin face is even more pale. His tall and thin figure is so weak that he can't help but look weak.

He said: "I am not sad for her. I am just mourning the beauty of the past. Although I know it is just what I think is beautiful. She never thinks so. She will be wronged when she is with me. I would rather not let her marry me. It would be better for her to not let her marry me. It would be better for her to have the harm she is today."

The wind came over and made a whimpering sound.

It's like someone is crying.

Yuan Qingling could hear it clearly on the top and felt very sad.

The King of Qi undoubtedly really likes Chu Mingcui, or loves it. She experienced it personally.

However, this marriage that he thought was love was actually just a deception by Chu Mingcui. In the end, she was unwilling to deceive, and she opened the bloody truth to show him, and even took his life to break it.

Chu Mingcui knew what she had missed? Isn’t it a kind of happiness to have such a pure person who loves him wholeheartedly?

Why pursue those false and unattainable?

What are you going to pursue when you are tall and empty?

If the throne of a crown princess is like this, what if it is the throne?

Yuan Qingling couldn't help but shivered and looked back at Yuwen Hao.

Yu Wenhao was still sitting on the chair, with a lonely and cold expression.

He didn't go out to see it. For him, it was the past that Yuan Yongyi said was not worth recalling, and it was too ugly.

Yuan Yongyi reached out to pull King Qi. King Qi slowly turned around and paused. He turned back to look at the coffin and said, "You go on the road. What you did in the end has also cut off my thoughts about you. From now on, whether it is on the road of the underworld or in the next life, I just want to not meet again."

He retreated aside and let the funeral team continue on his way.

Chu Fu was obviously moved, and was silent for a moment before he asked someone to get up and leave.

The team slowly faded out of everyone's sight.

When Yuan Yongyi led the horse back, A Si shouted: "Sister, we are here."

Yuan Yongyi looked up and saw Yuan Qingling and A Si and the others, so she tied the horse outside and said to King Qi: "Go up and sit?"

The King of Qi seemed to have exhausted his strength and seemed extremely weak. A gust of wind could blow him away.

Yuan Yongyi reached out to help him, he nodded randomly, and the two entered the teahouse and went up the second floor.

Xu Yi brought two chairs and asked them to sit down.

The King of Qi seemed a little lost, but because of Yu Wenhao's calm and serious expression, he was not too distracted, and just forced a smile, "The fifth brother is here too."

"Yeah!" Yu Wenhao responded faintly.

"The fifth sister-in-law is here too." King Qi looked at Yuan Qingling quickly, looking a little guilty.

The person who harmed her was Chu Mingcui. In fact, he shouldn't have felt guilty and guilt towards Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling looked at him and saw his lifeless look, so he comforted him: "It's time to go, it's time to let go."

He coughed and said unnaturally: "Let go, never think about it again."

Yuan Qingling personally poured tea for him and Yuan Yongyi, "You probably haven't eaten yet, right? Have something to eat first."

Yuan Yongyi was really hungry and said, "Thank you, Sister Chu."

When she picked up the chopsticks, she looked at Yu Wenhao carefully, and saw that he had no reaction, so she started eating.

The King of Qi did not eat it. He just held a cup of Shoumei, and did not drink it. He just held it in his hand, turned from his left hand to his right hand, and then turned from his right hand to his left hand, and it seemed that his three souls had disappeared and seven souls were gone.

He suddenly looked up at Yu Wenhao. He had never had a clear mind in his life now. "Fifth Brother, did she really commit suicide?"

Yuwenhao looked at him, "What do you want to say?"

The King of Qi was also at a loss, "I just want to know the cause of her death."

"Is it meaningful? People die." Yu Wenhao said lightly as he drank tea.

The curtain outside the railing had fallen down, covering the cold wind, but it was not tightly closed, and the wind came in through the crack, making it even more sharp and whistling.

It was like a ghost crying and howling.

King Qi said: "I just think she won't commit suicide."

"You know her," Yuwen Hao said.

The wind blew in, making Xu Yi's clothes standing beside him roar. Xu Yi stepped forward to pour tea and whispered: "Your Highness, let's forget it if you die, no need to ask."

The King of Qi looked up at Xu Yi and said, "I just want everything to be clear."

He was tired of the confused days.

After hearing this, Yuan Yongyi put down her chopsticks and said, "Why don't you believe she committed suicide? At that time, she knew she would die, and she could still feel happy if she committed suicide."

"It's not easy to commit suicide in the prison of Jingzhao Mansion?" King Qi sighed, "She has the courage to do anything, but she doesn't have the courage to hurt herself."

Therefore, she would not hit the wall. With her injuries at that time, she would not be able to hit the wall even if she hit the wall. She was not strong enough.

Yu Wenhao put down the teacup heavily and said in a cold tone: "I killed her, why? Do you want to avenge her?"

Yuan Qingling quickly held his hand and signaled him not to get angry.

Yuwen Hao was angry, "Look at what you look like now? She wants to burn you to death, but you still come to worship her, unwilling to be for her death? You don't want to be confused, but what you are doing now is confused."
Chapter completed!