Chapter 139 78 Silver Needles

Her face was much paler than before, and the dirty clothes. Jing Li's heart hurt again. She leaned over the corner of the coffin, and tears fell on Yin Zhaoyu's body drop by drop. She stretched out her finger and whispered, "Zhaoyu, you died for me. It was me who hurt you. It's me who hurt you."

"Your Majesty, don't be too sad." Yi Dao wanted to come forward to persuade her, but Jing Li shook his head. She raised her eyes full of tears and said painfully, "This needle fell into his skin. He was all acting for me. If it weren't for him, it would be me who died, but look, he has been so spoiled and rich since he was a child. How could he ever be so depressed? There is not even a clean dress."

"Your Majesty, it was Weichen's negligence. Most of the soldiers in the barracks are women. Because he is also the owner of the palace, and his status is special, his status is relatively **, so the adults have to put her here hastily. If the emperor is sad, how about Weichen dress up for him?"

Jing Li shook her head. She stretched out her hand to untie Yin Zhaoyu's clothes and whispered, "I'll come in person. You can get some good clothes with a knife."

"Yes!" Yi Dao knew that Jing Li was sad, so he didn't say much and left straight away. Jing Li untied Yin Zhaoyu's clothes one by one and looked at the large and small needles on his body. The silver needles inlaid into his skin made Jing Li bite his lips tightly and clenched his palms together. Her body trembled slightly and said coldly: " Jing Tianbi! Do you want to force me to die like this?"

One palm slapped on the coffin, and the unsmoothed coffin surface made Jing Li's little hands bloody. She gasped and swallowed the tears in her heart. She came over with a knife and silently handed over her clothes. Jing Li took it over and changed them one by one for Yin Zhaoyu, and she carefully took off her body for him. The silver needle.

Silver needles, 78! A whole seventy-eight silver needles slammed into Yin Zhaoyu's body, but he didn't even hum from beginning to end. He must be afraid of his own sadness, that's why it was like this. Jing Li's hand shook slightly, and the original brand-new shirt gradually stained her blood, but she seemed to know it slowly Wear it for him.

Cheng Yan also heard the news and stood behind Jing Li with a knife, and then Linglong also came. Jin Ran and many soldiers came. They stood silently behind Jing Li, without saying a word, and Jing Li did not say anything. She just looked at Yin Zhaoyu in a moment, and then turned around and asked people to cover the coffin. Go up.

"Your Majesty, how to deal with the body of the palace owner!" Although he knew that it was not good to ask this question at this time, there was really nothing he could do. Linglong still came over bravely. Jing Li did not raise his eyes, cleaned up the wood chips in the palm of his hand, and said coldly, "Buried here, the scenery is buried, and the news of the death of the palace owner."

Cheng Yan nodded on the side. She understood what Jing Li meant, but she was a little worried. If her beloved son Yin Xiuzhen heard the news, would she raise an army to invade? But when she saw Jing Li's cold face, even if she couldn't figure it out, she swallowed it all.

The next day, when it was Jing Li's funeral for Yin Zhaoyu, the message sent by Linglong had returned. The funeral was held on the top of the top of the palace tent. Jing Li and everyone were in white, and Jing Li's face was even pale. Although Linglong was distressed, she could only watch her silently behind her.

Jing Li's white clothes stood on the top of the mountain peak. Behind her was Yin Zhaoyu's wooden coffin. However, she could no longer look back. The house looked at the vast valleys, the great rivers and mountains, and looked at the road she had walked. The decisive fight and a few words before Yin Zhaoyu's death, she I closed my eyes in a heartache.

The mountain wind blew wildly, fluttering her long hair, blowing her clothes, and the residual snow on the top of the mountain. Sometimes it was blown up by the winter wind. The place was desolate. She just stood quietly, and there was only one sentence echoing in her heart, that is, "Your Majesty, I love you."

"Your Majesty, it's auspicious time. Do you want to be buried?" Although she couldn't bear it, she couldn't help but let her go on like this. Cheng Yan still came over and asked softly. Jing Li turned his head and looked at the simple wooden coffin not far away. A bloodthirsty expression appeared on her always smiling face. She said coldly, "Burial, but wait for a while."

"Now..."

"Buren paper money!"

"Yes!" Cheng Yan answered, and then everyone knelt on the ground and began to burn. A lot of paper money was prepared. Everyone didn't understand why they were preparing so much, but Linglong said that the emperor was afraid that the palace owner would suffer underground, so he prepared him more money.

Although everyone's hearts were still a little strange, everyone was not saying anything. From auspicious time to noon, Jing Li still did not mean to let everyone stop. Cheng Yan couldn't help it. She came over and said, "Your Majesty, I know that the emperor is reluctant, but even if he is so reluctant, At three o'clock in the afternoon, it's unlucky.

Jing Li was speechless, but she just looked at the distance. Cheng Yan also looked in her direction. She saw that the distant side was actually Kyoto, and that direction was the prime minister. Cheng Yan seemed to understand something in her heart. She turned back silently. At this time, Jing Li suddenly said, "The auspicious time I want is not the hour, but the heart of the people."

Everyone was silent again. Maybe the meaning of Jing Li's words was too profound for everyone to understand. Maybe it was this situation. It was really better not to talk.

In the prime minister's house...

Because of Yin Zhaoyu's abandonment, Yin Xiuzhen closed the door and stayed in the room alone. No one knocked on the door and refused to open it. She had eaten anything for a day or a night. Since the return of the small wine shop, her heart has been hurting. Anyway, she was only that son, and when she heard Qingchen say that he had escaped, More sadness in my heart.

"Yuer, Yuer, what on earth do you want your mother to do?" Yin Xiuzhen muttered, and a little tears slowly flowed in her no longer shrewd eyes. At this time, the door was opened with a squeak. Yin Xiuzhen turned her head and saw Aunt Hua sneaky look around. Then she hurriedly closed the door and ran to Yin Xiuzhen's side.

Seeing that her face was different, Yin Xiuzhen suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart. She suddenly stood up and said in a low voice, "Xiaohua, is this the first time you followed her? What makes you so flustered?

"Master, it's not good, it's not good!"

Yin Xiuzhen's eyebrows frowned deeper. She stared at Aunt Hua and said, "What's worth so much of a fuss? Really."