The Favoured Medical Princess: 656 Burial (Second update)

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In April, the spring scenery is beautiful, and it is a good day for an outing.

In the brilliant spring light all over the city, the Gongjun Palace in the royal capital seems to be still in the harsh winter. Dazzling white damasks are hung inside and outside the palace, and the air is filled with a gloomy and sad atmosphere. .

In the Prince's Mansion, hysterical cries can be heard from time to time in the mourning hall of the main courtyard, but in Bai Muchiao's Xinghui Courtyard, there is a dead silence, as if everything in the Prince's Mansion has nothing to do with it.

"Concubine," Bihen held a wooden tray in his hand, with a set of white dresses placed on the tray, and said to Bai Muxiao cautiously, "Today the princess is going to have a funeral, and everyone in the family has to go to the funeral." Go and cry for the princess, why don’t you also put on mourning clothes..."

Bi Hen swallowed nervously. Ever since the young master left, the master's temper has become increasingly weird. Even she and Bi Luo were sometimes afraid of their master.

Bai Muxiao, who was wearing a light blue dress, was leaning against the window, looking out the window. There were several willow trees planted in the yard, and catkins like goose feathers and heavy snow were falling with the breeze.

Bai Muxiao didn't even look at Bihen, and said coldly: "Just say that I'm not out of confinement yet, so I won't pass it. Anyway, it's not like me." Isn't there also the man in charge of clothes? ? !

As he spoke, Bai Muxiao's eyes became colder and gloomier.

Her child is gone, but because he died before full term at a young age, he was short-lived. He could not set up a memorial tablet, hold funerals, or enter the ancestral grave. He could only be hastily buried in a wooden box...

Bai Muxiao clenched her fists, and veins bulged on the back of her fair hands. Her child was supposed to be a dragon or a phoenix among men, enjoying wealth and honor forever, but he was killed by that vicious woman Cui Yanyan.

Cui Yanyan deserves to die! She wished that she would die without a burial place, and she could not even think about asking her to cry for her son's murderer!

Bi Hen and Bi Luo exchanged a look. What the master said is not unreasonable. As long as the prince doesn't force it, no one in this house will dare to say anything!

Bihen was about to retreat when he heard Bai Muxiao call, "Bihen."

The dark and cold eyes in Bai Muxiao's eyes were as dark and cold as a bottomless abyss. Bihen shuddered in his heart and bowed to wait.

Bai Muxiao said slowly: "Go to the main courtyard and have a look..."

Han Lingfu promised her that not only Cui Yanyan, but all of Cui Yanyan's accomplices would be buried with their children!

Bihen respectfully waited for Bai Muxiao's instructions, but she suddenly changed the subject: "Forget it, I'd better go by myself."

As he spoke, Bai Muxiao stood up and caressed his dress casually.

She had to see those accomplices "buried" with her own eyes in order to relieve the hatred in her heart!

Bi Hen remained silent and followed Bai Muxiao to the main courtyard.

The closer you get to the main courtyard, the more white silk hangings are hanging around. There is a gloomy mist, and the wailing of the servants comes one after another from the main courtyard, becoming more and more clear...

Bai Muxiao walked slowly, her pretty face expressionless, without a trace of emotion.

At the entrance of the main courtyard, there is a row of big-bodied and round-waisted women guarding the entrance. Each of them is wearing linen and wearing mourning, standing there like a door god.

When the women saw Bai Muxiao coming, they hurriedly invited her in.

On the bluestone floor in the courtyard, slaves in plain clothes were kneeling on the ground. Each of them held a small white porcelain cup in their hands. They looked like they were mourning for their heirs.

A cold-faced stewardess and a group of women looked down at those people with cold eyes, and said in a sinister tone: "It is your blessing to be able to bury the princess."

While speaking, the women gathered around the slaves, eager to help them.

Bihen glanced at them quickly and followed Bai Muxiao intently. She felt that the atmosphere in the main courtyard was gloomy and depressing, and she really wanted to leave here immediately.

Bai Muxiao didn't seem to notice anything, and walked into the mourning hall leisurely holding her skirt.

In the mourning hall, a heavy black lacquer coffin was parked in the middle, and the tablet in front of it clearly read: The memorial tablet of Cui, Princess Gongjun.

Bai Muxiao's cold gaze stopped at the tablet, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Even though she, Cui Yanyan, was once so beautiful that she had to kneel down to her, but what about now?

It's just a tablet and a coffin.

In front of the soul, a man wearing linen and filial piety was kneeling on a futon, his face was lowered, his blue eyes were weeping silently, and he looked very sad.

Beside her were kneeling five or six stewardesses and maids, all of whom were Cui Yanyan's confidants during her lifetime.

Hearing the footsteps of someone entering the mourning hall, everyone kneeling on the ground looked up intuitively. The eyes of Cui Yanyan’s nanny Lin suddenly burst out with hatred, and she gritted her teeth and said: "You are such a vicious woman, how could you still... If you dare to come to the princess's presence, aren't you afraid that the princess will come to settle accounts with you in heaven?"

Bai Muxiao looked at Nanny Lin with disdain and ignored her at all. Without Cui Yanyan, people like Nanny Lin were just ants that could be easily crushed to death.

The look in Bai Muxiao's eyes completely angered Aunt Lin. Aunt Lin's bloated body jumped up like a tiger, flew towards Bai Muxiao, and shouted: "Bitch, I I want to kill you as the princess..."

"Xiao'er, be careful!"

A familiar male voice came nervously from behind Bai Muxiao. He grabbed Bai Muxiao and pulled her aside. At the same time, he kicked out his right leg suddenly and kicked Nanny Lin in the abdomen.

Nanny Lin screamed miserably, staggering and fell to the ground, in a miserable state.

Kneeling on the futon, Shiyi turned a blind eye, stood up and saluted: "I have met the prince."

Yes, the person coming is none other than Han Lingfu.

Han Lingfu carefully took Bai Muxiao into his arms, looked at Aunt Lin with disgust, and said in a calm tone to a steward behind him: "Aunt Li, it's almost time..."

There are only a few numbers, but there is a cold atmosphere, and the surrounding temperature suddenly drops a lot.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nanny Li echoed in a flattering voice, and then made a gesture to the women she brought.

The women walked towards Granny Lin and the others with a smile on their face. One of them held a red lacquered wood tray in both hands. There were small white porcelain cups on the tray. The cups were half filled with brown liquid.

Everyone present knew what the liquid in the cup was. It was a poison that could kill a tiger with just one drop.

Nanny Lin and others had earth-colored faces and their whole bodies were trembling. None of them could escape death.

Drink this poisonous wine and everything will be over.

At this moment, one of Cui Yanyan's personal maids finally couldn't control her emotions. She collapsed to the ground. She was so broken that she murmured a curse: "Bai Muxiao, you must die a good death! It was you who killed the princess, you must It's you! Witch, you are indeed a monster!" After talking about it, the maid was already a little crazy.

Han Lingfu's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he released a fierce murderous aura. He only felt that these servants were really hateful. Not only were they helping Cui Yanyan to commit evil, but even now, they were still deceiving and slandering him. Xiao'er!

Grandma Li was so frightened that she shouted angrily: "You bitch, you are really a demon! How dare you talk nonsense in front of the prince!" Then she ordered the women, "Send them away quickly. One ride!"

The ladies did not dare to hesitate any longer, and one by one they rudely poured poisonous wine into Granny Lin and others.

In the midst of cursing and crying, people fell one after another in front of the soul. Dark red blood overflowed from the corners of their mouths, and their eyes bulged out. They were obviously unwilling to die in silence, and a smell of death filled the air. In the mourning hall...

The women who were doing the work seemed calm, but in fact they were a little fussy inside. They were silently reciting Amitabha. Probably only the three masters in the mourning hall were indifferent...

Bai Muxiao turned her back to everyone and snuggled into Han Lingfu's arms obediently. Most of her face was buried in his generous chest. Her slightly white lips formed a smile that was so cold that it was almost cold. .

Bi Hen, who had been looking at his master, noticed it keenly, his eyelids jumped suddenly, he shrank and looked away.

Sure enough, the girl is no longer the girl from the White House.

This seemingly prosperous county palace actually forced the girl to this point!

No wonder people say that once you enter the Hou family, it is as deep as the sea...

Bihen's heart was heavy, and she didn't know whether she was afraid of Bai Muxiao's changes, or whether she was feeling confused about the future of their master and servant...

Soon, as the last maid fell, the mourning hall became completely quiet, and there was an eerie silence. Five or six silent corpses were lying there.

Nanny Li anxiously ordered people to move all the corpses down. In the blink of an eye, the mourning hall was clean and deserted. It seemed as if nothing had happened, but the haze that had been left in people's hearts would be engraved for a long time. For a long time...

The next step is Cui Yanyan’s spirit ceremony.

According to Dayu customs, when the deceased comes out of the spirit, his eldest son should kneel down and pay tribute, and then throw the mourning basin. However, Cui Yanyan has neither a legitimate son nor a concubine, so this step is omitted and a group of servants are directly responsible for the death. They worked together to lift the heavy coffin and move it out of the mourning hall amidst bursts of drum music.

This was a funeral that looked grand to outsiders, but was actually extremely deserted. The only person crying was the concubine, and the person supporting the mourning was Han Lingfu, Prince of Gongjun, and not even one of Cui Yanyan’s natal family showed up...

For Bai Muxiao, the funeral was over after Cui Yanyan's coffin was carried out of the county palace.

From then on, Cui Yanyan’s ashes returned to ashes, and dust returned to dust!

Bai Muxiao went straight back to her yard, feeling unlucky all over her body, so she ordered the maid to wait for her to bathe and change clothes...

The servants in the yard heard about what happened in the mourning hall, and they were all frightened, and they were very agile in doing things.

After burning the incense, Bai Muxiao, who was wearing a white tunic, sat in front of the dressing table. Her black hair exuding thick moisture was spread behind her. Bihen carefully helped her dry her hair.

Bai Muxiao felt that her hair was seven to eight times dry, so she yawned and said lazily: "I'm tired, please wait for me to rest."

Bihen and Biluo couldn't help but glance outside. At this moment, the sun had just begun to set, the sky was bright, and it was just past Shen hour.

The two maids looked at each other, and finally Biluo reminded her: "Concubine, it's still early, please rest at this time, in case the prince comes..." What should we do?

A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Bai Muxiao's mouth. She rolled a strand of broken hair with the index finger of her right hand and said, "The prince will not come." After a pause, the smile on her face seemed to be frozen. It seemed to be getting colder and colder, "Your Majesty, he is about to meet his future father-in-law."

After having been entangled with Han Lingfu for so many years, Bai Muxiao used to have unrealistic expectations for him, but now she is cold-hearted towards him. Without the love and love that blinded her eyes, something happened She saw it through completely.

She can be sure that with Han Lingfu's eagerness for quick success and his desire for the throne, he will definitely continue his filial piety.

Han Lingfu, this person, can be said to be unprofitable and more utilitarian than a businessman!

For example, when Cui Yanyan died, it seemed that he wanted to avenge her and their children, but in fact, she knew why he agreed to kill Cui Yanyan. In his eyes, Cui Yanyan has lost its use value, and he will only let himself be patient and wait, just like countless times in the past...

However, for me, it doesn’t matter what the reason is, as long as the goal is achieved!

The result now is that Cui Yanyan is dead, and Cui Yanyan’s accomplice is also dead!

Thinking about it, Bai Muxiao's eyes flashed with joy, and the ink in his pupils was so thick that it almost overflowed.

However, this is not the end, her revenge has just begun.

Next, it was the turn of the father who gave up his child.

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