Chapter 142： funeral (1/2)

Bai Ao went to her husband's room, and lightly clasped the door. An old, weak voice came from inside, ”Is that Ao? Come in.”

Bai Ye pushed in the door and saw his father sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, and Bai Ye walked over and called ”Father” softly.

Bai Xiangxiang looked up at Bai Yan, caring, ”Hey, here you are, how is your health?”

Bai Ye returned: ”Well, it's much better, thank my father for caring.”

Mrs. Bai waved her hands and greeted her to sit down.

Bai Yan walked over and sat down, and then said, ”My father's situation in the palace has now surfaced. What are your plans?”

”At present, the most successful inheritor is the great prince Moene and the second prince Mokai. The two are equal in strength and occupy half of the court. I don't know who will end up in the end.” .

”By the way, as a witch, you still have to sacrifice dance, you go back and prepare carefully, pay attention to your body.” Bai Yanxiang added.

Pai nodded. Get up and go out. Standing in his yard, watching the flowers in front of him, but at this time he had no appreciation.

The death of the emperor was not simple. The blood of the witch as an introduction could well resolve the emperor's illness. How could she suddenly die?

The emperor's disease is also very sick. At first, he was just tired and tired. Later, he suddenly became severe, coughed, and was diagnosed with no cure. It's too suspicious. It's like a net. Which side will win in the end? Moken or Mokai ...

Bai Yan stood under the tree thoughtfully, and falling flowers swayed in the wind, but Bai Yan was immersed in his own world.

The shout of ”窈 儿, 窈 儿” from near to far, pulled Bai Yan back to reality. Turning around and seeing Bai Zichen coming from afar, he pressed the thought of Cai Cai to the bottom of his heart. He said, ”Brother, why are you here?”

Bai Zichen came to her and said angrily: ”I'm so sorry to say that you haven't returned me so many times. I can't come to see my own sister! I still hate me so much, alas.”

After listening to this, Bai Ye finally laughed out: ”Xing Xing Xing, my brother is here, of course my sister is happy, how can I be disgusted!”

Bai Zichen only joked with her, and touched Bai's head with a pamper, and slowly said, ”Hey, when he grows up, he understands the hidden thoughts, but no matter what happens, don't forget you and Brother. ”

Bai Ye was a little confused by Bai Zichen's unexplained movements and words, but then he reacted. He looked at the white man in front of him, his heart warmed, and he nodded.

Bai Zichen also knows that some words can't be spoken too much.

”Okay, come here to tell you the truth, you have to go to the dance in a few days, you have to prepare well, but don't be tired yourself, after all, you just cut your wrist and bleed a few days ago ”Bai Zichen cared.

Bai Yan also knows his own body, but this is the responsibility of the witch and cannot be dismissed.

In Fengyi Hall, the original young woman collapsed, but now seemed to be several decades old. Lying sick on it.

”How is the funeral of the emperor handled?”

The maidservant underneath whispered: ”Return to the queen maiden, the emperor's funeral will be held in three days, and then Ms. Bai, who is a witch, will also perform a dance in the temple.

The queen listened, thinking about the time with the emperor, more than ten years, said and walked away, and the tears that finally managed to stop again poured like a flood without the dam.

The niece on the side looked at it, and felt uncomfortable in her heart, and comforted: ”Queen maiden, take care of the Phoenix!”

”The emperor is gone, what's the point of my being alive!” Said the queen.

”You have His Royal Highness!”