Chapter 657 (1/2)

After Murong yuan died, he stopped working in the palace for seven days.

In the middle of the night after the last day of the wake, all the ministers of the Western Chu who had stayed up for several days and couldn't sleep well were a little dizzy, and no one wept and howled at Murong yuan's body. The whole palace was silent.

Wen Jiu suddenly said, ”you step back first. There are still some words in the palace that you want to say to your father and Emperor alone.”

The ministers looked at each other. Emperor Yan has been around the female monarch these days. There are also some big Yan people who are in front of him on weekdays. It's really strange that none of them is here tonight.

The people were nervous, but they didn't dare to hesitate. They quickly got up and said ”lady, I'm sorry”, and bowed out of the temple.

”Your Highness, be careful. Don't be too sad.”

The little maids around the waiter gently reminded and took out a group of palace attendants. The hall became more and more quiet.

Wen Jiu had no expression on his face. He brushed his sleeves and sat on the futon, facing Murong yuan's coffin.

”Murong yuan.” Wen Jiu shouted to the man in the coffin, reached out and threw a handful of paper money into the brazier.

Suddenly, the high fire shrouded her face and illuminated the magnificent hall.

”How can you die so easily?” Wen Jiu's eyes reflected the dazzling fire, like muttering: ”forget it, it's better to die early... It's all over.”

Her voice was low, but her words were clear: ”In fact, I know you have no successors, so you insist on giving me the Western Chu River and mountains. I can't keep this messy Western Chu, and I don't want to keep it. I'll just use it as a dowry. If you're really angry and die in peace, jump up from the coffin and scold me. If you can't jump up, you'd better go at ease... You can't get back to heaven anyway.”

She didn't hate Murong yuan much. Besides, Wen Fu and Yu Niang treated her very well before they fell into poverty, but they only had such things when they fell into poverty. At that time, they were young and complained about the injustice of the world. They couldn't figure out many things after drilling the tip of an ox horn. Now they have lived for two generations and know that people have nothing to worry about.

In this earth shaking scene in the Western Chu Dynasty, if Wenjiu really has any regrets, it is probably that she failed to see Anjing and was very strange to the biological mother. But when she pretended to be close to her, she felt very uncomfortable. Now, it's really a long time for blood relationship, and others pretend not to be like her.

Until she learned that empress Ann was fake and her biological mother died early due to dystocia, she was a little relieved. Even if all her knowledge of her mother came from a few words in other people, she knew that when her mother was young, she dared to marry and marry for Dayan, and she didn't hesitate to give up her life for her at a critical time. She was a rare woman in the world, rather than relying on Murong like empress Ann Living in the abyss is not because of the illusion of lust for glory and stability and abandoning her.

In these troubled times, there are many things about changing children and selling women as prostitutes. Warming wine is just not popular with my father and wandering away. It's nothing.

She knows that she is also deeply loved by her mother. She is protected by her life and expected to come to this world, which is very good.

Warm wine, confused thoughts, the night wind sneaked in from the doors and windows, blowing the white yarn floating in the hall and shaking hundreds of candles.

She sat on the futon, motionless, and some wisps of smoke floated in with the wind, with a slight faint aroma.

Wen woke up, his almond eyes narrowed slightly, and said to himself: it's OK. If I sit alone again, I'm afraid I'll turn over the old things of my two lives and think about them.

She pretended to be addicted to smoke, swayed slightly, closed her eyes and suddenly fell to the ground, just like a coma.