When Yuan Qingling heard this, he really felt like he was a different life.

Chu Mingcui brought her almost death shadow, which has not yet dispersed.

However, when a person dies like a lamp extinguishes, grievances should disappear.

Chu Mingcui's funeral was very simple. There shouldn't be such a funeral, but because the Heli matter was not done, and the emperor gave her face, he tacitly agreed to give her a funeral.

A white-haired man gave a black-haired man, and the Chu family was naturally filled with sorrow.

After Princess Ji left, Yuwenhao saw that she had been depressed in the mansion for many days and her injuries were not in place, so he took her out for a walk.

Walking along the long street, A Si and Man'er Xu Yi followed behind. It was cold and cold in winter, and the wind swept through the empty street, adding to the bleakness of winter.

"Why are there no one today?" As Si felt strange. The people coming and going were all in a hurry, and even if it was cold, it would not be so quiet.

Xu Yidao: "The funeral was held in the Chu family, and I didn't want to get into bad luck, so I avoided it, right?"

A Si said: "It's not like this that you can't go out of the city if you have funerals?"

"I don't know where to bury it, so I probably can't enter the Chu family's ancestral tomb. After all, I am already a married daughter." Xu Yi said.

Yuwenhao didn't want to hear this name, nor did he want to continue walking forward, afraid of encountering the funeral team, so he said to Yuan Qingling: "Are you hungry? Let's find a place to sit down."

There was a teahouse next to him, so he took Yuan Qingling to the second floor, ordered a pot of Shoumei, and asked the waiter to make a cup of red date tea for Yuan Qingling and put a few snacks.

Yuan Qingling is actually not unhappy, but the weather is cold and people don’t exercise, they always seem to be overwhelmed.

She cheered up

He said, "Didn't my father have returned from here?" He has been suspended for a few days. He should have been just doing it, but he didn't expect that he would have been suspended for so long.

Yu Wenhao leaned on the chair with wide green sleeves on the armrest of the chair. His narrow phoenix eyes became dark, but he pretended to be lazy and said: "No, I have no will, I am still happy to be idle, I am just spending more time with you."

Yuan Qingling smiled, "Don't be together for too long, there should be some space for freedom between husband and wife."

"What the hell space? No need." Yu Wenhao disagreed. If it weren't for the threat, he would have wished he would stick to Yuan Qingling for twelve hours a day.

Yuan Qingling picked up a piece of pastry for him with chopsticks, his eyes filled with smoke, "I haven't asked you about the case, but Chu Mingcui really committed suicide?"

Yuwen Hao's eyes were not raised, "What else could it be if he didn't commit suicide? She took Zijin Soup. If she didn't commit suicide, she would still be able to hold on for a day or two."

Yuan Qingling said: "Did she hang herself or hit the wall?"

"Slice the wrist."

"It's strange, where did the knife come from in prison?" Yuan Qingling asked looking at him.

Yu Wenhao shrugged and ate the pastry and said, "I don't know this. Maybe there is her friend in the prison. I know she is going to seek death, so I can help her."

"Chu Mingcui won't seek death. She really wants to survive. I have seen many people. It is rare for her to survive as strong as her, although she has been trying to die." Yuan Qingling thought of her asking for help without dignity, and she was really not like her formerly arrogant.

"It's not that she just wants to survive, she also wants to live better than anyone else." Yu Wenhao's handsome face was covered with a layer of gloom, "Okay, let's not talk about her, she's already

Fade out of our lives.”

Yuan Qingling whispered: "Yes, yes."

Yuan Qingling could see that he felt a little depressed.

If Chu Mingcui didn't commit suicide, he would be the one who killed her.

It's not a good feeling to kill a woman you once liked.

But Lao Wu actually didn't need to kill her because she seemed to be unable to survive.

Unless, there was some unscrupulous reason that forced him to kill Chu Mingcui in prison.

For some reason, when she thought of this, she suddenly pounded wildly in her heart, and she had a bit of ominous premonition in her heart.

The sad and high-pitched sound of suona suddenly came.

This is the funeral suona music.

As Si lay on the railing and looked at it. When she saw the funeral team slowly coming, she spat, "Why are you coming here? Are you going to leave the city?"

Yuwenhao stood up and said, "Let's go."

He reached out to pull Yuan Qingling.

Yuan Qingling looked up at him, "It's okay, after all, we'll send her a trip here."

Yuwenhao said: "Send her a ride? She originally wanted to send you a ride."

"I'm really sorry, I'm sending her now." Yuan Qingling stood up and walked to the railing, watching the funeral team slowly coming over, saying that it was the team, it was really shabby, with only a dozen people, one of whom was playing the suona in front, four people were carrying a thin red coffin behind, and a few people followed, scattering paper money, which was very deserted.

Who would have thought that the noble Princess Qi was lying in the thin red coffin?

"Huh? Isn't that King Qi?" Asi suddenly said.

Yuan Qingling looked at A Si's eyes and saw a white figure standing at the end of the empty street.

He's in a bit of clothes

The thin ones were lifted by the long wind, and the sleeves were filled with wind, making them look straight.

Behind him was Yuan Yongyi, who was holding the horse and watching from a distance without getting close.

Then, he walked slowly over and gradually approached. When Yuan Qingling saw his expression, his face was covered with sadness, confusion, and hatred.

His foot injury had not yet healed completely, and he limped and was very slow when walking.

The funeral procession stopped at the bottom of the teahouse, and the King of Qi also stood five steps away, which was considered to have stopped the funeral procession.

The sound of suona stopped, and the young man with paper money sprinkled behind came forward, and A Si whispered to Yuan Qingling: "This is Chu Mingcui's gangster, named Chu Fu."

Chu Fu walked to the King of Qi and bowed, "See King of Qi!"

King Qi was stunned and looked at Chu Fu, and his eyes slowly fell on the coffin.

His lips bent, and he made a reluctant smile, "I'm here to see her off."

Chu Fu pressed his hands back and asked the person carrying the coffin to stop, and someone shouted loudly: "Your Highness of the King of Qi will pay homage to Miss Chu!"

The coffin stopped steadily on the ground, and fell leaves were swept by the strong wind, and they flew over the coffin, beat her, flew back, and finally landed on the ground.

The sky is gray, and the winter sun is covered by clouds this morning, and the sky and the earth are dim.

Yuan Yongyi led the horse to come, took a bag from the horse's back, and handed it to the King of Qi.

The King of Qi whispered: "I'll help you to put it on my behalf."

Yuan Yongyi shook her head, "I am only responsible for bringing these things for you. As for the arrangement of worship, I don't know how to do it, she is not worth it."

The King of Qi looked at her with a sad look in his eyes, "Yes, she is not worth it, I don't know."

Why come?"

"It's good to come here, it's a conclusion. After all, she's sorry for you, but you have done all your love." Yuan Yongyi said.
Chapter completed!