However, the bald head and the black whip swinging on his chest were a bit unbearable to look at.
But a moment later, the spirit boy sat by the lake in despair, holding his head with his hands and looking ahead in confusion.
The lake reflected a handsome and delicate face.
It's hard to imagine that at his true age, he can be called an uncle.
Behind the soul boy, trivial footsteps sounded.
Several cremators carrying the coffin containing Ye Yu's body passed behind the soul boy.
Qingge came out with the cremator. When she saw the soul boy, she raised her eyebrows. She held a loose brocade robe in her hand and threw it towards the soul boy.
"I will be cremated when the time comes, so come here after changing your clothes."
After saying that, Qingge followed the footsteps of the cremator and left along the path by the lake.
The soul boy was holding a gray and white brocade robe, stunned and in a daze.
As his body grew larger, the clothes on his body naturally became smaller and tighter on his body.
The soul boy pursed his lips, hesitated, then turned around and went out, entered the mourning hall, and changed into his brocade robe.
When he came out and hurried to the cremation place, he suddenly stopped. The soul boy knelt down and picked up the red plum branches that fell on the ground. No, there were no red plums on the branches anymore, and they still exuded a faint fragrance.
fragrance.
The soul boy's eyes flickered, and the hand holding the branch slightly strengthened.
He has already put this branch in the coffin.
How could it have fallen off?
The soul boy closed his eyes, and there was a trace of flame between his brows, like the trace of the sun. In an instant, he saw the soul boy ignite the flames, burning the branches into ashes.
He clenched his hands into fists.
Fire, extinguished.
The spirit boy opened his eyes and walked out indifferently.
The place where Ye Yu was cremated was in the south of the city. There was a wasteland outside the south gate of the imperial capital. At this time, the remote place was full of people, and firewood was piled high. Ye Yu was wearing a water-pink gown, with her hair in a gentle bun, and her lips
Red, placed on firewood.
Ye Yu may not be as beautiful as the rest of the world, or even, at first glance, not at all stunning.
But at this moment, she was lying on the firewood, her features were picturesque, just like the ink painting in the misty Jiangnan, thick and nostalgic.
Qingge, Ye Wuhen, and Ye Qingtian stood at the front, followed by everyone from the Ye family and other aristocratic families very close to each other.
"Your Majesty, the time has come." The cremator held the torch, walked up to Qing Ge, saluted respectfully, and said.
Qingge nodded.
The cremator holds a torch in one hand and puts the other hand on his chest, walks to the pile of firewood, puts the torch in, and lights the firewood.
The fire spread rapidly, like a tiger descending the mountain or a dragon emerging from the cave. It was unstoppable and spread crazily.
When the soul boy came, he saw that such a huge fire had swallowed up her beauty.
She was very quiet, did not struggle, and allowed the hot fire to eat her little by little.
Her internal organs, flesh and blood, and limbs will all turn into dust.
Next to it, there is a blind monk from Nanhua Temple chanting sutras to save the souls of the dead.
Qing Ge and others felt heavy.
Qingge frowned, maybe one day in the future, she and the people around her will slowly pass away.
The mournful music plays.
At the same time, the fragrance of plum blossoms drifted with the gusts of wind.
Everyone looked at each other, and they were all puzzled. How could there be the smell of plum blossoms in this midsummer season?
The soul boy behind the crowd had a stiff body. He opened his long legs and walked slowly towards the woman who was swallowed by the fire.
No one knows the spiritual child as an adult.
Everyone is paying attention to the fragrance of plum blossoms.
Standing in front of the raging fire, the soul boy stopped.
From now on, he will never meet such a woman again, and he will never feel impulsive again.
Even if he has grown up and is qualified to rub the warm and fragrant nephrite, no one will laugh at him.
It was a very ordinary funeral.
It's not luxurious enough, but it goes with Ye Yu's wishes.
After half an hour, Qingge and everyone left.
In the evening, the cremator brought the urn to Yefu.
The box containing the ashes is inlaid with agate gemstones and made of high-quality amethyst, which is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Qingge looked at the urn in her hand and sighed.
How can such a big person fit into such a small box?
Qingge placed the urn in the mourning hall.
At night, Ye Qingtian cooked the food himself and walked over with Qing Ge. The table was full of dishes, but most of them were vegetarian.
Bai Mei'er smiled when she saw Qing Ge.
Qing Ge looked at Bai Mei'er, her expression unchanged, but her heart felt ripples.
She always had the illusion that Bai Meier's skin did not belong to her.
"Qing Ge, you will be leaving in a few days. Come and eat the food made by grandpa. Mei'er, please sit down too." Ye Qingtian smiled and said, "I could save a lot of trouble when Dong Ling was here.
, I didn’t expect Meier’s cooking skills to be quite good, it seems I have to recruit more disciples.”
Ever since Ye Qingtian learned that Bai Meier was Bai Honghai's daughter, she had been extremely happy.
Like Qing Ge, he felt guilty.
The Ye family owes the massacre army.
Ye Jingfeng's death left the Slaughter Army struggling painfully in the abyss of purgatory.
"Grandpa, Mei'er is Admiral Bai's daughter." Qing Ge turned to look at Bai Mei'er and said: "Mei'er, the other admirals want to see you. I'll take you to see you when I have time another day.
The people of the Massacre Army were all your father's brothers during his lifetime, and they were as close as brothers."
"That's great." Bai Meier smiled.
Qingge raised her eyebrows and took a sip of soup.
"Wuhen, how is the situation in Dongling?" Qingge asked.
"My health is getting worse and worse. I rarely go to court even in the morning. The courtiers of Dongling Kingdom form cliques and plot evil. The situation is very bad. If I were not afraid of you, the four kings, I would have tried to usurp the throne.
." Ye Wuhen said: "Those who covet the throne secretly spread rumors that King Dongling is a sick man and that Dongling Kingdom will perish sooner or later. What's worse, the ugly words are unbearable."
"Is this like this..." Qingge said to himself, thoughtfully, "Let Beihuang pay attention to Dongling. No matter what happens, Dongling country cannot be brought into chaos. If it is not possible, the rebellious officials and traitors will be eliminated secretly.
I will take care of all the big things. If Dong Ling is tired of the life of an emperor, take him to Ye Mansion to ensure that he has a worry-free life."
Fuxi was lying on the table. He had been very quiet these past few days.
When he heard Qing Ge speak, Fu Xi's eyes sparkled with the light of stars and he looked towards Qing Ge.
In his opinion, there is no one more dazzling than his sister.
She is like a poppy blooming in the darkness, a thorn under the scorching sun, bloody and sinister.
"Your Majesty, these days..." Ye Wuhen stopped talking.
"What's wrong with Beihuang?" Qingge put down the bowl and chopsticks.
"Beihuang is indifferent to the affairs of the court. He is also very haggard. He doesn't know what happened. We ministers can't say much. If you are free, would you like to go to the palace?" Ye Wuhen said.
.
"That's fine."
Before going to Luohua City, she had to settle the affairs of the Four Kingdoms so that she would not have any burden.
However, Beihuang has always been serious, so how could he not care about the affairs of the country?
Mentioning Beihuang, Qingge remembered the bad relationship between Ye Qingcheng and Beihuang.
The one who can make Beihuang never forget it and care about it so much, I am afraid that if you look at the four stars, it will only take one night to enchant the city.