On the outskirts of Kyoto, the grave of Song's ancestors.
Funeral music is heard all the time, and wailing is heard all over the world.
At this moment, Song Zhao, the legitimate daughter of Song Shi'an, the Duke Protector, is lying in the coffin.
He is a girl with ice skin, nose and lips, thick and long feathers and eyelashes, and looks like a country of beauty. She alone has taken seven points.
It's a pity that she has given up.
"Close the coffin!"
At the sound of mourning, the slave raised the red sandalwood coffin lid and was about to close it.
But at this time, a voice suddenly came out from the crowd, "The big lady's eyelids moved!"
"What a muddle! Are you tired of joking about such a thing? Come on, drag him down and kill him!"
The speaker is Madam Shen, the sequel of Song Shi'an.
As she spoke, she heard Song Shi'an suddenly rejoice in the sadness, "Look, Zhao'er's hand is really moving!"
Everyone was eyeing, but they really saw something strange.
Lying in the coffin, Song Zhaowei frowned, slowly opened his bright eyes, and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his forehead because the sun was dazzling.
"Cheating!" The bereaved man shouted out in horror and ran away like a lost soul.
Seeing Song Zhao sitting up from the coffin, everyone in the Song Mansion was shocked.
Madam Shen pulls her daughter Song Yue back to hide. Only Song Shian dares to step forward.
"Zhao... Zhao Er?" He reached out and pulled Song Zhao's messy hair behind his ears.
Song Zhao is frightened by his sudden action and dodges sideways.
When I look back, I look at Song Shi'an's eyes, and the bottom of my eyes is full of wonder, "Lord Protector?"
How can you hear your daughter's voice wrong?
Song Shi'an was overjoyed, "God is gracious! Zhao'er is still alive!"
He went up to hold Song Zhao, but Song Zhao got up to avoid him and shouted angrily, "You are presumptuous!" After that, he looked around and saw that everyone looked at him with frightened eyes, and saw that he was in the coffin in mourning clothes. He hesitated, "Where is my palace?"
"Elder sister!" Song Yue, her younger sister, rushed forward crying and rushed to Song Zhao's arms. She cried bitterly, "Elder sister! I knew you were OK! I knew you wouldn't leave me like this!"
Her words showed her true feelings, and she cried deeply.
But Song Zhao just looked at her and read her heart's voice.
Song Yue was crying out of breath, but she thought to herself: (Strange. It's clear that she used a full Heartbreaking Powder. The bitch has been out of breath for three days. How can she survive?)
Song Shian: "Hurry up! Zhao Er will return to the mansion in a sedan chair and have a look at the doctor!"
Song Zhao was put into a sedan chair in such a muddle headed way that he followed the people of the Song Dynasty to the outskirts of the city to return to Kyoto.
As soon as I entered Kyoto, I saw people kneeling in the direction of the imperial city, and their crying shook the sky.
——- "The Empress has passed away!"
Song Shi'an is horrified at the news.
The Imperial Protector Mansion has been graciously promoted by today's empress, so it can have today's status.
Hearing the news of the death of the empress, Song Shi'an didn't care much about it. He hurriedly told Madam Shen to take Song Zhao back to the mansion to ask the doctor for treatment, while he hurried to the palace with his whip.
Song Zhao lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, looked at the people in the lane, sobbing, and slowly focused on the lofty imperial city in the southeast.
Her eyes were full of cold and bitter air, and she clenched her fists with hatred.
Nobody knows. In fact, she is Zhaohua, the current empress of the Yuan Dynasty, who has been cried and worshipped by everyone.
Her soul is now attached to this girl named Song Zhao.
She was stabbed in the chest by the emperor's sword and fed with poison by Concubine Su. Her life was cheap, but she didn't want to accept her.
She is still alive. Those who had hurt her in the imperial city would have to die.
