Queen Mother Feng was still kind and said: "It's getting late, Jia Xiu, you can go back first."

"Empress Dowager, the old thief Yihun is really a big trouble. The country of the northern country, alas..." Jia Xiu said, sighing.

"Jia Xiu, you go down."

"Mrs. Thank you."

Jia Xiu retreated, but after walking a few steps, he turned around and suddenly saw the look of Empress Dowager Feng.

He was stunned, and soon, his face showed ecstasy and turned around and went out.

As soon as he left, Fangfei cleared his messy mood and hurried to the tombstone of Luo Jia.

She almost danced and wanted to shout loudly, but the sounds were small, stuffed in her throat, and she mumbled, and asked quietly against the tomb: "Your Majesty, why did Jia Xiu come to me? Why?"

For a moment, she suddenly had strong suspicion - can there be such a strong telepathy between people?

Could it be that Luo Jia really gave advice in the dark?

Is this possible?

"Your Majesty, did you ask him to come?"

She sat in front of Luo Jia's tomb, stroked the tombstone with her hands, and there seemed to be a strange voice in her mind that kept shouting: Your Majesty, are you not dead? Your Majesty, are you not dead?

However, there was a dead silence around, and everything was really just a dream in Nan Ke.

She suddenly had an absurd idea, and she wanted to enter the tombstone to take a look at Luo Jia's coffin.

For some reason, this idea became more and more strange and stronger.

She remembered that on the day Luo Jia died, she had touched his breath personally, and she was indeed dead. Everything later was handled by the priest of the psychic. Even if it was a burial or a coffin, there was nothing to doubt, because the priest of the psychic said afterwards that it was because His Majesty had an ominous premonition, so he made preparations in advance.

Everything is seamless, but everything is very strange now.
Chapter completed!