"I'm not crazy." Ning Wanxin said calmly: "I don't believe that if he is good, he will die suddenly. He dies strangely. I must find out the cause of his death. If someone harms him, I will avenge him."

"Sister, you must be crazy!" Ning Wanqing could not understand Ning Wanxin's crazy behavior, and she said again: "Sister, didn't you hate the prince before? Why did you still avenge him?"

Ning Wanxin glanced at Ning Wanqing: "What do you know? Where does it come from without love? I love him, so I want to avenge him."

Ning Wanqing sighed: "Okay, you want to avenge the prince, but what are you doing in the imperial tomb? You don't know that the imperial tomb has always been guarded by heavy troops, and we can't fly in even if we have wings?"

"After he is buried, he will open the coffin and examine the autopsy." If he could be examined in the Han Palace, she would naturally not have to wait until Gong Mohan was buried. However, she knew that it was impossible in the Han Palace. The mourning hall, whether in the light or dark, had already been laid a net of heaven and earth around the mourning hall.

Ning Wanxin paused and said, "Of course I know that it is not easy to enter the imperial tomb. I will go and see it first. If it doesn't work, then think of other ways. If you are afraid, go back to Ningjian Villa first."

"Sister, you will say this!" Ning Wanqing was a little annoyed: "Okay, okay, I'll just accompany you!"

...

When Yan Buli received the news, he was unwilling to believe that Gong Mohan had left like this. He rushed over in a hurry. Looking at Gong Mohan in the Han Yu Coffin, he knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes red.

His brother, his confidant, left without saying hello to him...

hehe……

How could he bear it!

He stood up suddenly, came to Rong Qianzhi, squatted down, and asked, "Zhizhi, tell your brother, what's going on with Mo Han? Hasn't he been doing well all the time? Where are the old diseases?"

He had been with Gong Mohan for many years, and he never knew what old diseases Gong Mohan had. He intuitively felt that Gong Mohan's death was a cover, and Rong Qianzhi must have known something.

Rong Qianzhi slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yan Buli, his voice a little hoarse: "Brother Mo Han was killed by Baili Wuchen's medicine. Baili Wuchen is one of the Eighteen Ghost Shadows." "Damn it!" Yan Buli punched the bluestone slab on the ground, and blood was instantly seeping out of his fist. He seemed to be unaware of it, and asked again: "What does that bastard look like, where is he living, how many people are there under his hands, Shi Zhi, tell me all you know.

”

"Buli, your hand is injured, go bandage it first." Yan Mu felt sorry for Rong Qianzhi and couldn't bear to be questioned by Yan Buli at this time. He hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Yan Buli's wrist, pulled him up, and pulled him out of the mourning hall.

"Uncle..." Yan Buli didn't want to leave, but when he met Yan Mu's unhappy eyes, he instantly swallowed the rest of his words and followed Yan Mu out of the mourning hall. The sky gradually darkened and no one came to pay his respects. Rong Qianzhi then stood up slowly. Because she had been kneeling for too long, her legs were already numb. She staggered and almost fell down. Ning Luo was still quick-eyed and his hands were almost holding her. Ning Luo said distressedly: "Ling'er, please help you go back to the house and rest.

”

Rong Qianzhi shook his head, raised his foot and walked slowly towards Han Yu Coffin: "Mom, I'm not tired. I want to accompany Brother Mo Han. After these three days, I will never see Brother Mo Han again."

According to the customs of Nanchu, people will be buried three days after death.

Ning Luo sighed and did not persuade him anymore. He helped Rong Qianzhi to the Han Yu Coffin. Looking at Gong Mohan in the Han Yu Coffin, Rong Qianzhi couldn't help crying again.

The promised life is so short!

Brother Mo Han, if there is a next life, will you come to me?

I just want you not to drink the Mengpo soup, you can remember the way home...

Three days later, Emperor Chen led all civil and military officials to attend the funeral. It was raining heavily that day, and thousands of people cried bitterly.

Baili Wuchen stood at the same corner with an umbrella and a man in a strong outfit. The two watched the funeral team go further and further away. Baili Wuchen smiled with a satisfied smile on his lips.

After three years, Gong Mohan finally died at his hands. From now on, there is no Gong Mohan in the world again!

Ha ha……

Baili Wuchen was in a very happy mood. He slowly withdrew his gaze and turned around and walked forward.

"Master, don't you wait for the lady to come back, take her back together?" The man in a strong outfit followed Baili Wuchen and couldn't help asking. The lady he said was Rong Qianzhi.

"What's the hurry?" Baili Wuchen smiled and confidently said: "Now Gong Mohan is dead, she can no longer rely on him. I want to take her away at any time. I don't rush to let her calm down alone first. It's best to forget Gong Mohan for me."

Baili Wuchen naturally knew that it was impossible for Rong Qianzhi to forget Gong Mohan so quickly, but it didn't matter, he had a way. The man in a strong costume frowned and said, "Master, with Prince Mu's love for the lady, they must want to take the lady back to Beiyan. Are you worried that the lady will follow them?" The man in a strong costume meant that if Rong Qianzhi followed Yan Mu Ningluo, the Prince Mu Mansion and Ningjian Villa were also

Not easy to deal with.

"From my understanding of Zhizhi, she would not follow Yan Mu Ningluo." Baili Wuchen curled his lips and smiled, and said, "Zhizhi Bingxue is smart. She must have guessed that Gong Mohan's death is related to me. She is still waiting to seek revenge on me. How could she leave?"

The man in a strong outfit was shocked: "Master, since you know that the lady is going to seek revenge on you, do you still have to bring the lady with you?" Isn't this stupid?

Baili Wuchen laughed twice: "Do you think Shizhi can really hurt me with his current kung fu? Besides, how could I let Zhizhi return to me with his attachment to Gong Mohan? I can only have me in my heart!"

...The imperial tomb is on Yongqing Mountain, Ning Wanxin, Ning Wanqing naturally could not get close to it. After searching for three days, they only came to the cliff behind Yongqing Mountain. Seeing the knife-like cliff down vertically, without ropes, they couldn't get up at all. Ning Wanqing couldn't help but persuade: "Sister, I think I'll forget it.

Well, you have this kind of heart. The prince will definitely know that he has spirit in heaven. Let’s go back to Ningjian Villa.”

Ning Wanxin's clothes were already wet with the rain. She ignored Ning Wanqing and continued to walk forward. She didn't believe that she couldn't find a way, and she would definitely find it!

Ning Wanqing sighed and could only follow her again.

Yongqing Mountain is dozens of miles in a radius, and Ning Wan kept walking like a devil, until it became dark and brighter, and then darker. On this day, Ning Wanqing was so tired that she never wanted to leave. She sat on the ground and heard a whisper. She jumped up in fear and looked at the position where she sat, and saw a head emerging from the soil.
Chapter completed!