Chapter 628

"Love princess, don't be too sad, ah."

Although Yangou emperor chudumen is unreliable, he thinks that Tang Guifei is crying too ugly, and his face looks like a night pot. But when his son dies, he is also very sad. He can understand Tang Guifei's mood, so he puts up with it.

"Your Majesty - woo woo woo"

Princess Tang cried even more fiercely.

As if found to rely on the general, toward the direction of the Emperor Yan dog, the body a crooked, leaning in the past.

Under normal circumstances, chudumen just needs to extend a hand to embrace Tang Guifei, and then comfort her. It will show you a scene of deep love between husband and wife.

But geese.

It's one thing for emperor Yangou to understand Tang Guifei, but it's another thing for him to accept such a hot eyed woman.

Almost instinctive, Yan dog emperor's body, quickly to the left side, can avoid.

In such a tragic way, Tang Guifei had no landing, and no one went on. With a "poop" sound, she fell on the marble floor, which was quite loud.

In the mourning hall, there is a dead silence.

The ministers and relatives who came to mourn could not help but feel embarrassed. They even forgot to cry, so they looked at the disgraced concubine Tang.

The scene is not ordinary.

Emperor Yangou

Cough.

What? He didn't mean it.

He just can't stand ugly things. Ah, Tang ya, I'm sorry for you.

Chu turned his head and looked to the right.

God, it's so blue.

Bird, how white.

Well, the scenery of the palace is still very good.

Tang Guifei: "Your Majesty --"

His Majesty's voice was shrill, which contained strong reluctance.

no way! She can't stand the injustice!

This is the funeral of her own son and the man in front of her!

Did this man really love her? The only son died. He didn't even shed a tear. He didn't give himself any face. He didn't want to hold himself.

Concubine Tang is suffering.

The tears were more intense.

Unfortunately, a man who does not love himself will not care about his tears.

Princess Tang's tears are for the blind.

"After Chang Geng passed away, I'm tired and need a rest. Well The emperor Yangou stretched out his hand and rubbed the sore temple.

Spicy chicken, this ugly woman is really noisy.

There's no stopping.

I'm bored to death.

"To your majesty." The sharp singing of the eunuch general reverberated in the Lingtang.

It is still three days before the second prince Chu Changgeng is officially buried in the imperial mausoleum.

According to the custom of Beilan Kingdom, it is necessary for the close relatives of the dead to keep vigil in the mourning hall these three days.

Chudumen is the emperor. Naturally, no one dares to let him keep vigil in the mourning hall. Naturally, someone will do this kind of work for him.

For example, Tang Qing.

Tang Qing is Chu Changgeng's uncle. He is also a close relative. It's reasonable for him to keep the vigil.

Emperor Yangou is gone.

Naturally, the ministers, princes, relatives and relatives in the hall knelt down.

It wasn't until emperor Yangou had gone for a long time that they got up one by one, lowered their heads, muttered to each other, gossiped to each other, but after all, the dead were so big that they didn't dare to be too blatant. They only dared to whisper a few words.

"The second prince is gone."

"Oh, God is jealous of talent."

"This day, it's going to change."

"Beilan, I'm afraid it's going to fall into the hands of his royal highness."