After all, if the emperor has finished his journey according to etiquette, it will take seven days for the emperor to be buried.

But if they were not even buried in the first seventh period, how could they, the living people, have the nerve to talk about the throne?

After all the calculations, there is only one who is wronged Lao Wang, who is already dead.

Xiao Jinglan stared at Feng Wuyou with calm eyes. Feng Wuyou showed a look of pleading and shook Xiao Jinglan's sleeves: "Jinglan~" The small waves in the voice were like they could become substances, sliding across Xiao Jinglan's heart.

"You said, if you could change the place and call this..." Xiao Jinglan said.

Feng Wuyou was stunned. After understanding, his face turned red instantly. He stretched out his fingers and pinched his soft flesh around his waist.

"Um..." Xiao Jinglan was plotted against and whispered: "You are going to murder your husband."

"No, I'm eliminating the pervert."

Xiao Jinglan smiled softly: "Then I don't count, I'm the only one to you."

Feng Wuyou had no idea about Xiao Jinglan's rogue, so she simply didn't bother to pay attention to her and ran back to the room to change her clothes.

Feng Wuyou had no feelings for Lao Wang, and even thought he deserved to die.

But out of etiquette, I still put on a white dress.

These two days, Feng Wuyouyi took care of Concubine Jin in a daze, and Xiao Jinglan did all the things outside.

With him in his control, although the officials of Nanyue were dissatisfied, they did not make any monsters.

Even at this moment, the funeral was held, and people were waiting for them. It was not until Feng Wuyou arrived that he ordered the spirit to rise.

Carrying the Nanyue Lao Wang's large nanmu coffin, a team of nearly a thousand people left the imperial city and headed to the imperial tomb that was outside.

When I arrived in front of the imperial tomb and was about to be buried, I would cry as usual.
Chapter completed!