Spring Banquet Chapter 2: Watching my own funeral

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The knuckles were squeezed white, Huaiyu looked down at the person under him, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and placed it between his throat. The five fingers are slightly open, as long as they are pulled together hard, you can pinch him to be colorful!

However, the guard next to him acted faster than she thought. He slashed in her throat and shouted, "What are you doing!"

After a slight pause, Huaiyu woke up suddenly.

The people below him looked at her quietly with a pair of black eyes, and didn't mean to resist at all. It wasn't because she couldn't resist, but because she was like this, she couldn't cause any threat at all.

Her hand has been placed on his neck. This movement is very dangerous. Chengxu next to him has already lost his face. It seems that when she moves again, his knife wiped her neck!

The situation is not so good.

As soon as the eyeballs rolled, Huaiyu immediately softened her expression, and her sharp claws turned into small soft hands. She followed the man’s neck to his chest and blinked his eyes and said: "This son is really handsome. ~"

"..."

Jiang Xuanjin's original calm expression was cracked by her shameless touch.

His eyebrows were raised, and there was a sharp look in his eyes. He stood up and threw the person off without mercy.

"Ah!" Huaiyu landed and rolled twice, almost hitting the wall behind.

"The son is so fierce!" She got up aggrieved, she pinched her throat and said, "How can you be so rude to Jiao Didi's daughter's house!"

Just this shameless appearance, the daughter's home? Jiang Xuanjin shook her head as she heard, flicking the paper money from her robe, frowning at her.

Huaiyu looked back at him with a smirk, but the turmoil in her heart was momentary. It is also a kind of fate to be able to see the person who killed him when he wakes up. It's just a pity that she has no chance of revenge at all now.

Impulsiveness is a reckless man. Outsmarting is the best strategy. Since there is no chance, let him go today. The day will be long. Huaiyu wanted to move, patted the ash on the skirt, and said generously: "If it's someone else, I won't let it go, but it's fine to see the son's grace and grace."

After that, he waved his hand: "There will be a period later."

It was clear that she fell from the sky and hit him. How could this be said as if she forgave him for his fault? Jiang Xuanjin was a little at a loss, and even lowered her head to think about where she was wrong.

Before thinking of a result, the person in front of him ran forward with a "swish".

"You stop!" He frowned.

Of course, Li Huaiyu would not stand. Not only did he not stand, but he also ran faster. He squeezed into the crowd beside the official road in three steps in two steps.

She came out to see her coffin, how can she have so much energy to entangle with her enemies who can't be killed?

The funeral army came out of the palace, and both sides of the official road were crowded with people watching the excitement. When Huaiyu squeezed to the front, the car carrying the coffin just passed by.

The tall Baju pear wagon, and the nanmu coffin above it is glowing with gloomy light. Knots made of white silk fluttered around the coffin. On both sides of the front of the coffin, white funeral lanterns were dangling, and the words “big big” were written on it——

Danyang.

It wasn't a dream, nor was anyone joking about her. The princess Danyang really had a funeral, but she somehow came alive on another person, watching her funeral here.

"Boom--" The funeral tripod in front rang loudly, and a handful of money paper was lifted high into the sky, and then fluttered down.

The people all around felt unlucky, "pooh" in their mouths, flicking away the paper money, but Huaiyu stood still, letting a paper money cover her eyebrows. Amidst the noise, she suddenly heard Huailin's voice again:

"Emperor Sister, you didn't kill Prime Minister Sima, right? I know, you can't kill him!"

"What about me, what about not me?"

"The law of heaven is clear, there is always right and wrong. It is you, I will not tolerate; if it is not you, I will definitely protect you!"

Do you protect her? Li Huaiyu returned to his senses and laughed low.

The affairs in the court have never been as simple as Huai Lin thought. Look, she believed him once and was framed to death. What a painful lesson!

I just don’t know. After her death, did Huailin really want to understand whether she can continue to sustain the Li family’s world?

She was in a daze, but the people around her were all talking with their sleeves in their sleeves:

"Look at this battle, it turned out to be bigger than the funeral of Prime Minister Sima."

"Bah! What's the use of ostentation? When Prime Minister Sima died, Wanmin kneeled and gave it away. See what this princess has? Everyone can watch melon seeds!"

"It's a pity that good golden nanmu, how innocent is to bury this dirty beast!"

"It is time for Prime Minister Sima to rest in the Spirit of Heaven, and the person who killed him has finally received retribution!"

Listening to the scolding in his ear, Li Huaiyu wiped his face with the paper money, pretending to curse angrily: "Yes, retribution!"

The people next to her looked at her and praised her: "This girl seems to be a righteous person."

"I must have been persecuted by Princess Danyang."

"Yes!" Li Huaiyu nodded, "She robbed me of my freedom, ruined my reputation, and made me exhausted and exhausted for eight years. It's really hateful!"

So miserable? The people looked at her with sympathy.

Li Huaiyu also sympathizes with herself a little bit.

A ridiculous dream for eight years, winning the name of Bo Xing behind him. But Liufang can only last for a hundred years, but the stinking odor can last for thousands of years. Think about it this way, hey! She is not a loss!

With a grin, Huaiyu watched the coffin pass in front of her, still couldn't help reaching out and waved at it.

Thank you, Danyang.

The funeral lantern was blown in a circle by the wind, and the word Danyang swayed back and forth, as if it was also waving at her.

Huai Yuhong his eyes, turned around and wanted to leave.

However, at this moment, the crowd in the distance was in a commotion, and the exclamation sounded like a spring thunder on the ground—"Quickly get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Several huge straws were ignited and burned into a blazing fireball. The ground rolled down from the eaves next to the official road and pressed towards the coffin in the center of the funeral army.

"It's on fire--"

The screams broke out, and the people on both sides of the official road hurriedly avoided. The fire **** rolled all the way, igniting the paper money flying on the road, and the fire spread suddenly.

The funeral guards panicked. Many people in front of them drew their knives. The guardians in the middle held the scabbard to block the fireball. However, there were paper money all around, the fire was raging, and it was unstoppable. Watching the white silk on the coffin also burn.

"Fight the fire, put out the fire!"

The funeral procession that was still orderly just now suddenly became a mess. Li Huaiyu looked at him blankly, and laughed blankly when he understood what had happened.

How unwelcome is she? You can't even go to funeral, don't you say that the deceased is the big one? Are those individuals disregarding this rule?

Swish swish——

As if to confirm her thoughts, a large group of masked people suddenly appeared behind the eaves of the fireball, all of them holding knives and swiftly rushing toward her coffin like a locust crossing the field.

"Guardian!" General Tiger Benzhong yelled, and all the generals on the official road were all out of their swords to welcome this group of uninvited guests.

However, where they were caught off guard, how could they resist the preparedness of others? The masked group was divided into three teams. The two teams cut open the guards on the front and back of the coffin. The middle team with a **** rushed directly into the Yaju Rimu cart and pried her hands and feet very quickly. Coffin.

Crack!

Huaiyu heard the dull sound, looked at the almost crazy masked people in front of him, wanted to laugh, but couldn't move his mouth.

Yes, she offended so many people when she was alive, where would anyone let her be buried safely? She must be dragged out of her body.

It's terrible to say, she was a great princess, she didn't hear a few good words when she was alive, and she couldn't be peaceful when she died. Even the funeral Hu Benzhong Lang general, I was afraid that she was looking forward to her desolate end. No, he didn't even stop him, and watched her coffin lid was slowly lifted by a group of people.

Looking at the high-lifting coffin lid, Li Huaiyu's throat tightened a little, his eyes swept over the group of guards with numb expressions, his fists clenched, and helplessly loosened.

Forget it, is the crime deserved? Everyone in the world thinks that she should end in this way, so she should end in this way, what's wrong?

Taking a deep breath, she turned her head and couldn't bear to look again.

However, after turning his head, a green amber robe passed by in front of him. The corners of her clothes were tossed by the wind, and the water pattern embroidered on her head was rippling like alive, dazzling her eyes.

Li Huaiyu was taken aback and looked at the shadow.

The emotional masked man was holding up her coffin lid to throw it into the street, but suddenly felt that his hand was heavy. A violent force struck him, unable to resist it, and actually let it go.

With a bang, the lid of the coffin fell back to its original place, shaking up a few pieces of incense ash.

Everyone was stunned and looked up blankly, only to see a person falling on the coffin. The turquoise robe was flying up and down, and he looked like a graceful noble son. But this young man was so powerful that he stepped firmly on the lid of the coffin, and the lid was as heavy as Mount Tai, no matter how difficult it was to move it.

He flicked away the burning paper money, stood firmly and closed his sleeves, and his eyes were sharp and reprimanded: "Presumptuous!"