Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

"Princess, please tell me. If Fufeng can do it, I will do my best to help the concubine."

It was night, Ruoliu Fufeng sent someone to inform Yu Beiming in the Fuyao Hall: The princess had passed away.

"Impossible!" When he saw Mo Xiaohuan in the morning, she was still so peaceful, as if she was only in a light sleep.

Absolutely impossible!

Yu Beiming galloped towards Fuyao Hall.Fear was clearly written on his face, and there was an inexplicable panic in his expression.

Along the way, the guards and maids stepped aside one after another.Everyone felt that the prince was going crazy.

Ruoliu Fufeng was standing in front of the Fuyao Hall, seeing Yu Beiming approaching, he voluntarily stepped aside.

"Fufeng." Yu Beiming called out, his voice was hoarse, as if protruding from his heart.

Ruo Liu Fufeng just looked at him calmly: "You are here. She is inside."

Yu Beiming glanced at the Fuyao Hall, obviously wanting to step into the inner hall, but was afraid of seeing the truth.

Clenched hands into fists.A stern face, because of the suppressed emotions, became a little scary.

He held his breath, took heavy steps, and walked towards the inner hall step by step.

Inside the Fuyao Hall, everything was icy cold, and the chill pierced into the hearts of the people.

Yu Beiming glanced at the palace people kneeling and crying in the inner hall.Xiao Tao's eyes were full of tears, and her eyes were red and swollen.

On the big bed, Mo Xiaohuan lay quietly, her petite figure seemed to be buried in the quilt.

Her face was extremely pale, her soft lips were bloodless, and under her lips were chaotic tooth marks.

Yu Beiming saw that her delicate crescent eyebrows seemed to be slightly frowned, how painful it must have been before she passed away.

In Yu Beiming's chest, his heart beat violently. Who will tell him that none of this is true!

He reached out his hand tremblingly, and lightly touched Mo Xiaohuan's nose - she was not breathing.

She did not give up and touched the artery under her neck—the blood had already stopped flowing, and there was no sign of life!

"Do not--!"

The man's hoarse roar caused the entire palace to fall into mourning.

Yan Li outside the hall heard the voice and was about to come in, but was blocked by the weak willow Fufeng at the door.

Ruoliu Fufeng shook his head, signaling him not to disturb Yu Beiming.

In the hall, Yu Beiming seemed to have gone completely crazy.He said to himself: "Qing Huan, are you lying to me again?"

Yu Beiming knelt down, brushed Mo Xiaohuan's cheeks with his fingers, and traced her beautiful lips.

"Fufeng!"

Hearing Yu Beiming's call, Ruoliu Fufeng stepped into the inner hall.

"My lord."

"When she was dying, why didn't she notify me in time?"

Ruoliu Fufeng looked at Yu Beiming, his eyes had lost hope.However, this is not enough.

"Beiming, she wants to die. No matter how good my medical skills are, I can still save her."

"What?" There was a trace of astonishment in Yu Beiming's eyes, "She wants to die? Fufeng!"

Yu Beiming stood up, "I don't believe it. She is not a cowardly person! How could she ask for death!!"

He absolutely does not believe it!No matter how humiliating he was, she survived tenaciously!She wanted to escape time and time again, never giving up hope of survival and freedom!

How can it be!

Yu Beiming shook his head, he clearly understood what he had done to Mo Qinghuan.But it's a bit regretful, isn't it?

Mo Xiaohuan's body gradually became cooler, Yu Beiming picked her up and held her in his arms.

"You've always been afraid of the cold. If the lonely king holds you, you won't feel the cold anymore. Huh?"

His cheek was pressed against Mo Xiaohuan's face, and his chin rubbed against Mo Xiaohuan's face, feeling extremely intimate.

"Are you planning to sleep like this forever? Why don't you want to see the lonely king for the last time..."

In the end, Yu Beiming's voice became hoarse.

She hates him.

he knows.

That's why she refused to see him for the last time!

She chose the cruelest way of revenge!She wants to leave him alone in the world!

"Did she leave nothing behind?" Yu Beiming finally asked unwillingly.

"No."

Ruo Liu Fufeng's answer shattered his last hope.

The night was dark, only a few lonely cold stars in the sky shining on the earth.

The white snow on the ground is also glowing with a cold brilliance.

When the people in the imperial city received the news of the death of Princess Ling, they specially sent someone over.Even Mo Qinghuan's father, Taifu Mo, decided to rush over from the distant imperial city.

Under Yu Beiming's order, Mo Xiaohuan was changed into a bright red wedding dress.

On their wedding night, he didn't show up, and she took off the hijab herself.

But now, looking at the person under the hijab, Yu Beiming felt a sudden pain in his heart when he thought of all the past.

"My lord, it's time to seal the coffin." Yan Li reminded Yu Beiming from the side.

Seal the coffin!

Yan Li's reminder made Yu Beiming's body tremble.

He couldn't take his eyes off the sleeping man in the coffin for a moment.

Yu Beiming did not move at all, and Yan Li wanted to remind him again.Ruoliu Fufeng shook his head, took a step forward, and put his hands on Yu Beiming, forcing him to recover.

"Bei Ming. The time has come."

"En." Yu Beiming seemed to respond, bent down, and gently hugged Mo Xiaohuan.

Ruoliu Fufeng was a little surprised: "Beiming, what are you?"

Yu Beiming didn't look back, his words seemed to be condensed in the ice and snow: "I want to hug her and finish the last journey."

In the dark night, Wang Ling looked particularly terrifying.

Yu Beiming buried Mo Qinghuan in his tomb.A hundred years later, he will share the same hole with her.

During the whole process of sealing the coffin, Yu Beiming didn't say a word.In the tomb, the long sleep lamp has already been lit to guide the people going to the underworld.

Yan Li took a step forward and told Yu Beiming: "My lord, Taifu Mo has just arrived at the palace and wants to come to pay homage to the princess."

"No!" Yu Beiming said coldly.He would never allow anyone to disturb Mo Qinghuan, he didn't want her to get involved in any fights.

"The people sent by the new emperor have also arrived. They are in the palace." Yan Li added.

Yu Beiming's face became even more gloomy: "Is he finally unable to bear it? Go back home!"

Xiao Tao has been following the team, since Mo Xiaohuan passed away, she seems to have lost her soul.

Only then did Yu Beiming notice her, and he couldn't help holding the knife.The master can't even protect her, so what's the use of keeping a girl.

But the moment he drew the knife, Mo Qinghuan's face flashed in his mind.He remembered that she once knelt down in front of him for the people of Fuyao Temple.

If she killed Xiaotao to be buried with her, she would be even more unhappy.

Either way.

Yu Beiming said to the novel: "You served the princess in front of you. Now, I will save your life to help the princess guard the mausoleum in this tomb."

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half year later.

The imperial city of Tanglin Kingdom.

Mo Xiaohuan stood on the second floor of "Xiaoyufang", looking at the distant scenery through the curtain.

After she left King Ling's land, she came to the imperial city.

As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest place.

During the six months in the imperial city, Mo Xiaohuan's life went smoothly.

And this comfort is due to Ruoliu Fufeng's care.

Mo Xiaohuan's suspended animation was arranged by Ruoliu Fufeng.