Luo Mingguang looked at Zhao Yan in shock, and he transferred the person who took care of his younger brother to her! She felt a little guilty. Looking at the dark coffin of Zhao Lin in the area exposed to the light, he suddenly felt very sorry for him.

She suddenly remembered that when she returned to the capital, she first heard the news that Zhao Yan was sick. In those days, Madam Miao was obviously in a bad mood. At that time, she said that it was because someone at home was sick and she asked her to go back but she didn't go back. At that time, Madam Miao was worried about Zhao Lin's illness!

Zhao Yan seemed to guess what she was thinking, and held her hand tightly and said, "Don't blame yourself. I transferred Madam Miao because she was familiar with various rules and was familiar with the situation of various families in the capital. Naturally, I couldn't arrange someone around Alin, and there was no one Madam Miao..."

While the two were talking, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the open space under the lights, and then there was a person in sight.

Feng Shisi Niang was holding a person in her hand, her body was soft and she was in a coma.

Zhao Yan stopped talking, let go of Luo Mingguang's hand, patted her shoulder, signaling her to wait on the spot, step over, take the man from Feng Shisi Niang, and nodded at her, "Thank you!"

Feng Shisi Niang looked at him slantedly, "Don't forget what you promised me!"

Zhao Yan nodded and stretched out his hand to rub the man's neck for a few times.

Qi Yu woke up leisurely, rubbed his eyes, and saw Zhao Yan's handsome face that looked a little dark under the dim light, and said in a daze: "Brother Yan, why are you here?"

He immediately exclaimed, "Ah, where is this?"

Zhao Yan had a cold face, but still reached out to help her, pulled her arm and said, "Come with me!"

Qi Yu was forced to stagger a few steps, glanced at the surroundings, and suddenly exclaimed: "This is Wang Ling!"

On the day the concubine was buried, she also came and recognized the place.

Zhao Yan didn't say anything, and pulled her to Zhao Lin's coffin and said in a cold voice: "The person lying inside... He loved you for many years, and now he is going to be buried. You can send him the last journey!"

Qi Yu was confused and looked at the dark coffin, took a few steps back, and murmured: "Isn't the concubine buried? Who is this? I don't know why I want to send him!"

Luo Mingguang became suspicious. Does Zhao Lin like Qi Yu? So Brother Yan tolerate Qi Yu for the sake of his younger brother?

This doesn't seem to be very correct. Brother Yan's maintenance and love are not like taking care of the person his brother likes!

Zhao Yan shouted sternly: "Qi Yu!"

Qi Yu was so scared that he shrank back. Every time Brother Yan recovered from illness, he was very strict and did not feel gentle when he was sick.

Zhao Yan calmed himself down, slowed down his voice, and said, "Ah Yu, come here..."

Qi Yu was a little afraid of Zhao Yan's face tightening, so he moved forward carefully after hearing this.

"Please give me a tribute!" Zhao Yan sighed.

Qi Yu was a little reluctant, but Zhao Yan looked at him and did not dare to disobey. He had to stand in front of the coffin with a grievance and bowed his body slightly.

Zhao Yan sighed again, reached out to stroke Qi You's head, and said helplessly: "I hope you won't regret it one day!"

He waved her hand to ask her to retreat, and stood up with the coffin by herself, calming her emotions, and said in a calm voice: "Alin... I am not capable now, I dare not even set up a grave bag for you, and I can't give you a decent tomb chamber, so I can only apologize you first."

He mosuied on the coffin, as if mosui was on his younger brother, and said after a while: "One day, I will give you a glorious funeral and let your name appear in the Zhao family cemetery in a noble way, so that the world can know your existence! Don't worry!"

Luo Keyong urged beside him: "Master, it's getting late, let's get buried!"

Zhao Yan said "Yeah" and murmured again: "Take good care of your grandmother and find a good family to be reborn in the next life..."

Luo Ke greeted him, and everyone worked together to hang Zhao Lin's coffin from the tomb with a rope, then sealed the soil and rammed it flat.

Zhao Yan approached Qi Yu, raised his hand and touched her head again, and explained: "Ah Yu, you shouldn't have let you come today, you shouldn't have let you know, but I still hope you can come to see him off for the last journey, after all, he has loved you for many years..."

Qi Yu seemed to understand but couldn't remember who the person Zhao Yan was talking about was.

"If you go back, forget about what happened today, don't mention it to anyone. Remember, it's anyone, otherwise, from today on, you and me will never have the same relationship with you and me. I just think that I never knew you!"

Qi Yu looked up at the person in front of him in a daze. His face was beautiful but indifferent, without any emotion, cold and ruthless, which made her fight for no reason. Suddenly she felt that he was so far away from her, and that was not the brother Yan who would love her and spoil her.

She was stunned and a little at a loss.

Zhao Yan sighed and said, "I'll send you back now, have a good sleep, and after waking up, I'll treat it as a dream."

He walked around Qi Yu's neck and gently scrutinized everything. Qi Yu's eyes closed and fainted and was caught by Zhao Yan.

Feng Shisi Niang came out of the darkness, still slid Qi You, turned her head and said nothing, jumped a few times, and disappeared into the darkness.

Luo Ke ordered everyone to sprinkle a layer of dry soil at the place where Zhao Lin was buried, and then loaded the soil dug out from the ground with a truck.

The people walking behind covered all the traces, and the entire cemetery seemed to have never been moved.

The second son of King Shunyi, who was born quietly and died, still no one knew about it.

With the loess covered, this world seems like this person has never appeared!

Rusu came out of the shadow, squatted and bowed to Zhao Yan, without saying a word, and then disappeared in the shadow again.

Zhao Yan held Luo Mingguang's hand, and the two stopped looking back at the same time, held each other's hands tightly, turned around and left with big steps.

"Sister Rusu..." Luo Mingguang's voice was low, as if he was sighing.

"If she stays for joy, Jiu will let her stay! She is the same age as Alin and grew up together..."

After the concubine was buried, the Shunyi Prince's Mansion closed its doors and began to observe filial piety.

Zhang Yu's mother was half dead, but she still urged Zhang Yu to discuss with Zhao Yan, hoping to finish the six rituals according to the original wedding date. The original date of the wedding date is within the 100-day hot filial piety of the concubine, which is not considered a violation of etiquette.

However, before Zhang Yu came to the door, rumors suddenly spread in the capital that Zhang Xianxian had been fighting against his husband's family.

Zhang Xianxian was given a marriage to Zhao Yan. After the death of the Concubine, it was only two days before the inexperienced families in the capital had not even received the news. It was not until the Concubine's funeral that they knew exactly what they should have known.

How many daughters in the boudoir dreams are broken, and they are not worth it for Zhao Yan. They secretly scolded them many times. They were scolded by pigs. Therefore, when they heard this rumor, they both added fuel to the fire and attributed the death of the Concubine Shunyi to the fact that Miss Zhang was pregnant.

This rumor became more and more intense, and Mrs. Zhang Yu was so angry that she wanted to catch the rumor and tear her mouth apart. However, getting angry would not help in the end.
Chapter completed!