"I respectfully send the princes and wives to accompany the emperor, and may they always be in good health!"

Before executing the criminal law, the twelve funeral officers first toasted to the sky, then knelt down and bowed their heads three times to the princes and masters, then washed their hands and faces, held the mulberry paper in their hands and raised it above their heads, and knelt down.

They walked forward to the coffins of the princes and wives. After each said a suitable farewell word, they slowly moved the mulberry paper in their hands towards the faces of the princes.

Leng Yuhan watched helplessly as the funeral officers in front of him held up mulberry paper and stuck it on everyone's faces. He couldn't bear it anymore, took out the short blade of the dagger coiled around his waist, and stabbed the tombstone of the Great Phoenix Emperor with one knife.

, a crackling sound,

With Leng Yuhan exerting all his strength, the blade almost completely penetrated into the Great Phoenix Emperor's mausoleum. The mausoleum was so shocked that everyone was horrified, and the mausoleum shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.

The crackling sound.

"Assassin! Assassin! There is an assassin!"

The panicked female soldiers hurriedly defended themselves in front of the courtiers, but on the other hand, there was not a single female soldier to protect the twelve coffins?[

Leng Yuhan really convinced these ancient people who were too pedantic.

It must be because the twelve imperial concubines were seeking death. Even if the female soldiers went to defend them, it would be in vain and a waste of effort, and they would get no benefit.

"Mediocre soldiers!"

Leng Yuhan cursed angrily, stepped on the shoulder of a female soldier in front of him and jumped directly in front of the twelve coffins. He used six levels of internal energy and shouted in front of everyone: "Mo Miao Leng Che."

The light eyelashes and feathers, the beautiful shadows and neon clothes stir up the flowing light. The moon is cooling and the wine is cold in the autumn night. When the piano is played, the music is unforgettable, the words recall the sorrow, and the makeup is heartbreaking! Desert! Words! makeup!"

Leng Yuhan almost roared out the last three words of the roar.

This poem is a poem about Mo Yuzhuang’s name. In this world, few people know this poem. Leng Yuhan has already thought about it. In the passage of ten years, Mo Yuzhuang’s name has changed in the world.

The status and identity of the Phoenix Harem must have led to different responses.

As long as Mo Yuzhuang believes it, even if others doubt it, they won't doubt it for too long.

Because, in the world of Dahuang, Mo Yuzhuang's love for Shi Hanyan, if he dares to claim to be second, no one else dares to claim to be first. Even like Ran Mofeng, even like Chu Qianfeng

, they, at most, only dare to call Mo Yuzhuang an equal.

Therefore, in order to gain the trust of others, the first thing to win is Mo Yuzhuang, a level that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

"Bold! Who dares to make trouble in the tomb of the Great Phoenix!"

As Leng Yuhan expected, a frantic roar that was hotter than the fire of hell erupted from one of the twelve coffins, which frightened Leng Yuhan so hard that he stood in front of the wooden coffin.

He took two steps back.

"Mo Yuzhuang, I'm back. I'm really back. Don't die. You haven't given me ten children yet, and I can't bear to see you die."

He also said something that only Mo Yuzhuang and himself knew. Leng Yuhan didn't believe that Mo Yuzhuang could still lie in the coffin and not come out.

"How presumptuous! You actually said such rebellious words in front of me, do you know your guilt?"

The person who spoke in the coffin still didn't get up, but his tone of voice seemed to be frightened. With Leng Yuhan's ears, he could hear the unknown doubts hidden in his words.

"I don't know the crime, so what's the matter! What's the big deal with me talking to my royal husband? But it's you. When you saw me coming back, not only did you not kneel down and salute, but you even lied down on the coffin. What are you going to do?

Well, you want to disturb my Qingxiu?"

There was no look of fear on Leng Yuhan's face, but he was calmer and more peaceful than anyone present.

In her head, it was not that there was no sense of oppression from the army, but that in the battle before her death, she had developed strong skin and thick flesh, and was not afraid of being boiled or smashed.

Others are proud to have died once and come back to life, but she is a person who has died twice and come back to life. Therefore, the essence of her current woman is that she is proud at the top and deadbeat at the bottom of the world.[
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