Chapter 191

Put her in his arms, Feng Xuan also gently smile, "in this world, in addition to you, I will never believe anyone."

Two people hold together, feeling each other's warmth, Feng Qing Yao mouth raised a smile.

But Feng Xuan was also surprised and asked, "don't you always suspect that Fu Liu will be plotting against you? I just want to kick her away from you through this opportunity. Why do you want to plead for her?"

"Fuliu is innocent. Although she is unidentified, I can see from all kinds of things that she really helped me. If it wasn't for her, I would have been guilty on the day of the flower god ceremony. Besides, I begged her to treat Princess Changming. How can she be punished for this? "

Feng Qingyao said so. When she mentioned Fuliu, she was still a little guilty at the bottom of her heart. People wanted to be nice to her wholeheartedly, and she was on guard against her everywhere.

Recalling what Fu Liu did, Feng Xuan also nodded. After all, people didn't do anything to hurt her, and he had no reason to aim at her everywhere.

Even if the identity is unknown, hiding identity, maybe she has something to hide, since fengqingyao accepted her, he is not good to say anything.

"When will the news of the death of Princess Changming reach Tianshan?" As if by accident, Feng Qingyao raised her eyes and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

Today's weather, it seems not very good.

Smell speech, Feng Xuan also slightly drooping eyes, "now well-informed very much, and Mr. Pang always pay attention to the news of the capital, estimated at the moment, already know it."

The voice is more and more light, and Feng Xuan's eyes are slightly heavy. He looks at Feng Qingyao beside her and hears her whisper: "now that he knows, will he come to see the princess off for the last time?"

No one will know whether he will come or not. Feng Xuan also looks up at the clouds and sighs. He should come. After all, it's the princess he brought up with him. He didn't even see him when he died. He should have a lot of regrets.

But fortunately, fengqingyao untied the misunderstanding between them. At least before Changming died, she had already known his mind. It was enough to know that he had her in his heart.

When the news reached Tianshan, it was evening. Pang Yong was sitting on a rattan chair, tasting the peach blossom wine carefully with a cup of Changming wine in one hand.

"What did you say?" The glass fell off from his hand and splashed on the brown corner of his clothes. Pang Yong didn't care. He just stared and asked wanniang to repeat what she had just said.

Wan Niang knew that he was heartbroken, but she sighed and repeated: "Sir, I heard right. The news came from the capital that the princess had died of illness. She was buried in the imperial mausoleum in three days. Sir, you Don't be too sad. "

Pang Yong listened and was silent for a while. Two clear tears flowed down and dropped on the broken wine glass.

How could she? She was so young that she would die of illness.

He used to think that he would die in front of her, but he didn't want to, and things backfired.

"Do you think she's lying to me for the sake of cheating me into going back to the capital to see her?" Pang Yong's eyes were slightly heavy. Chao Wan Niang said so, with a tremor in her voice.

Wan Niang saw this and shook her head with a bitter smile. "Sir, princess, she has always been weak. In the past, she would have a serious illness. A few days ago, you also know that the princess is not healthy. This time, the illness happened suddenly, and the princess of the king of Beiyan's family took the opportunity to poison her..."

She was afraid that she would never yearn for that again, just to let him go back, joking at will.

Just like the casual wedding five years ago, it was also to let him go back, but Pang Yong was just drinking all night.

"Yes, yes." Pang Yong had a bitter smile and two lines of clear tears in her eyes. She would not be so willful. What's more, Feng Xuan was sure that she was dead.

"King of Beiyan..." His mouth murmured the name of the king of northern Yan. Pang Yong's eyes were slightly heavy, and he was fierce. During his absence from the capital, some people seemed to be too reckless to hurt the girl he put on the top of his heart.

Feeling the anger around him, Wan Niang said in a deep voice, "the princess will be buried in three days. Sir, are you going to see her off for the last time?"

With uncertainty in her voice, Wan Niang's two hands mingled. I don't know how he would reply. Chang Ming must be very important in his heart. Now that she's dead, he should go back.

After all, his ambition should not have been cut off so early.

The clenching of his fist made Pang Yong's eyes darken. A thousand words came to his mouth and turned into a sigh, "what's the relationship between going and not going? She certainly doesn't want to see me again..."

With that, Pang Yong said with a bitter smile, "just now, she will never see me again."

Wan Niang stood beside him, her head bowed and her face was sad. The silent love finally came to an end.

Three days later, inside and outside the capital, there was a plain white color. The streets were filled with sadness and music. Li Qiushui, dressed in court clothes and wearing white silk around his waist, walked in the front of the procession. Behind him was the coffin of the princess Changming. All the people who saw him off were sad. Silver paper money was scattered all over the sky. The sadness and music never stopped.Next to the coffin were fengqingyao and pinru. Changming had no children, and they were the only two who were noble and loved by Changming. The Empress Dowager sent them to guard the coffin.

Feng Xuan also walked in front of the team and looked at the back from time to time.

Seeing that Feng Qingyao looked as usual, he gradually relaxed his mind.

These days, she seems to want to open some.

Feng Yanning, who was protected by the king of northern Yan, was not punished, but was confined in the palace. Although Changming was not killed by her, she moved her mind. The punishment was too light.

The procession is moving towards the imperial mausoleum. There is less than a pillar of incense left. Fengqingyao looks up and looks around. In the end, she doesn't see Pang Yong.

Eyes slightly droop, sigh, he is not willing to step into the capital after all, finally do not want to see her last.

Just thinking about this, the front of the team suddenly stopped. Feng Qingyao frowned a little, looked forward, and saw two people walking down from the carriage.

The visitor was dressed in brown, with white silk around his waist. His eyes were red and swollen. Even his chin was covered with green scum.

"The great man?" Li Qiushui was stunned and looked at Pang Yong in front of him. He was a little surprised, "how can you be here?"

Pang Yong didn't pay attention to what he was saying. Fengyan gazed at the coffin beside fengqingyao, as if through the coffin, he saw the people inside.