In Zhao Yuan's absence, King Xi passed away, and Butler Zhao became the agent of the palace. Before Zhao Yuan came back, King Xi's funeral was handled by him. And King Xi's was set up in the ancestral hall under the leadership of Butler Zhao. , it has been nearly seven days of playing, playing, singing and mourning.

Leng Changxi, who had been tortured every day, finally attained enlightenment and became an immortal. While she was sleeping soundly, she even moaned along with sad music. At that time, Lingshan was so frightened that she trembled and almost ran out to find the doctor.

On the seventh night of King Xi's funeral, an old man over fifty hurried to the . He was covered in dust. As soon as he entered, he knelt in front of the and cried very sadly: "Your Majesty, , Your Majesty! How come you were one step ahead of me! Your Majesty!..."

At that time, Leng Changxi was leading Lingshan and Lingfeng to burn paper in the , numbly listening to the mournful cries. Suddenly she saw such a strange old man rushing in, and there were two traces of tears hanging on her face. Like water that has opened a floodgate, it flows gurglingly, making Lingfeng curious.

He gently pushed Leng Changxi with his elbow, lowered his head and whispered: "Hey, who is that old man?"

"Uncle Li!" Leng Changxi raised her head and glanced at Uncle Li, lamenting for him from the bottom of her heart. This little old man was the first person she plotted against after entering the palace. From his attitude, Leng Changxi could feel that Uncle Li was interested in Xi. The king's loyalty and love for Zhao Yuan.

This time, one of the two masters left and the other died, leaving behind such a room of loyal servants. I really don’t know what to do. It seems that it is reasonable for these people to be sad. After all, crying is not just For the sake of King Xi and for his own slim future.

"Why haven't you seen him before?" Lingfeng glanced at him again in confusion.

"I don't know. He left Prince Xi's Mansion before I suffered. I don't know why he went there." Leng Changxi curled her lips.

"Tell me, at such an old age, would he gasp for breath when he cries?" I really can't blame him for being a bitch. Crying is an extremely boring thing. When you can gossip, you can gossip. , this is the essence that his Lingfeng learned from Leng Changxi.

The two people probably thought that the people around them were seriously mourning, so they ignored them, so they became bolder and spoke a little louder. Lingshan on the side was gnashing his teeth and secretly pulling the strings while the servants on the opposite side were watching frequently. He pinched Leng Changxi and coughed twice: "Ahem!".

Unexpectedly, the female bandit didn't understand her good intentions at all. She raised her hand, pulled the sleeve out of Lingshan's hand, and whispered without looking back: "Can't you?"

"Who knows, look at him crying so sadly. If he doesn't lift the breath, wouldn't it mean that there will be two coffins?" Lingfeng still buried his head, his hands were not idle, and the money paper was Throw them into the fire one by one.

Suddenly, the crying in the suddenly stopped. The strange silence and the dancing candlelight were like gusts of cold wind, sending chills down the backs of the two of them.

Leng Changxi timidly raised her head, and out of the corner of her eye she saw everyone's sharp-sword-like gazes, and she immediately shuddered.

Lingshan rolled his eyes secretly, gritted his silver teeth, and regretted thousands of times in his heart that he had accidentally lost his life with the Lord!

The air was stagnant for a moment, and suddenly, a loud cry broke out from Leng Changxi's mouth: "My lord, why did you just leave! Changxi didn't have time to fulfill her filial piety before she came! Even if you don't do it to Changxi, Xi thinks about it, she should also think about Brother Yuan, even if she doesn’t think about Brother Yuan, she should think about Uncle Li! Your lord, Uncle Li is so old, you just let him go like this? You open the door Let's take a look, look at Uncle Li! Look how sad Uncle Li is crying! Uncle Li has been with you for so many years, how can you let him bear this bad news! If by any chance, Uncle Li has something to think about, wouldn't it? , isn’t it... Oh my god! My lord!"

Leng Changxi sat down on the ground, crying and slapping the ground. Lingfeng heard her cries and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

As for the servants, after hearing the crying, they all felt emotional and the was full of crying again.

Listening to the cries in her ears, Leng Changxi finally breathed a sigh of relief, her voice gradually lowered, and finally she pinched her sleeves and wiped her face without a drop of tears. Taking advantage of the cover of her sleeves, she gave Lingfeng

A proud look.

Lingfeng secretly gave her a thumbs up. This gesture was taught to him by Leng Changxi. The secret code between the two of them was usually adopted after the two committed an offense and successfully escaped.

Lingshan had always turned a blind eye to this, but now the two of them were actually having fun at this moment. Lingshan gritted her teeth and secretly pinched Leng Changxi's penis who was sitting next to her.

With their pretty waists, the two of them suddenly became honest.

As soon as the seven-day period passed, although there was still mourning in Prince Xi's palace, the bustle of the past returned to the streets as if a spell had been lifted.

When Leng Changxi stepped out of the palace with a grateful heart, she felt that life was so beautiful for the first time!

After all, she is also a member of the mansion, and her desire to escape is always hard to show too clearly. Therefore, Leng Changxi still goes to kneel in front of King Xi's for half an hour every morning and evening, and then finds out

Sneaking out of the house for all kinds of strange reasons.

In the Chen family's shop, Chen Shaoxuan prepared delicious food for her every time. He didn't know when she would come, so Chen Shaoxuan kept ordering people to simmer the food on the stove, just thinking about it no matter when she would come.

, you can all taste the hot dishes.

"Little Bao'er, try this." Chen Shaoxuan looked at her eating with satisfaction. He specially invited the chef in the shop from Jiazhou just to give her a taste of his hometown.

"It's delicious!" Leng Changxi ate the delicious food, feeling deeply moved by Chen Shaoxuan's meticulousness.

Li Xueyan, who was eating at the same table, suddenly felt uncomfortable when she saw Chen Shaoxuan being so gentle to Leng Changxi. She glared at Leng Changxi fiercely. She always felt that this bandit was a merciless trouble, and everyone was nice to her. Again

Looking at herself, she seemed to have no one to care about her. Once the second senior brother was gone, she would be all alone. Li Xueyan felt more and more sad thinking about it.

I don’t know why, but by some strange coincidence, Li Xueyan pushed Lingfeng with her shoulder, pointed at a dish far away from her and said, “I want to eat that!”

Lingfeng glanced at her lightly, moved the stool to the side, and said nothing. That look seemed to say: Are you sick?
Chapter completed!