Such a murder case in the capital has made other people panic, and often before the curfew, there are not many pedestrians on the street, and it seems much deserted than usual.
"Jun Ma, it's raining heavily. Shall we find a place to rest?" Outside the carriage, a boy wiped the rain on his face, scolding God in his heart, it's been raining for several days, okay? It's easy to wait until the sky is clear to go out, but who knows that it will rain again on the way back, and it is really unfortunate to see that the posture is still getting worse and worse.
"No need," Luo Zhongzhen lifted the curtain and glanced outside, "The curfew time is coming, we should rush back to the house earlier, lest the county master be worried."
"Yes," the servant didn't dare to say any more, he only signaled to the driver to drive faster, lest the rain would get heavier and heavier, it didn't matter if they were drenched, if the county horses got cold, the county master would definitely be ruthless at that time. punish them.
Luo Zhongzhen was also very irritable in his heart. Thinking of what the prince just said, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart. As far as character is concerned, he appreciates Prince Sheng even more, but it is a pity that the prince is orthodox. He is loyal to the king, so naturally he can only stand on the side of the prince.
It's just that I didn't expect the princess...
The carriage shook violently suddenly, Luo Zhongzhen frowned and said, "What's going on?"
No one answered outside, and he felt bad in his heart. He lifted the curtain of the car and looked at it, and his face changed suddenly, because he found that the guards and servants he had brought out were already lying on the ground silently, the ground was blood red.
Before he could catch his breath, he only felt a silver light flashing in front of his eyes, and there was a cold itching in his throat. When he opened his mouth to call for help, he saw darkness in front of him.
"Boom!"
The leader looked at the man in Chinese clothes who fell out of the carriage. The heavy rain washed the blood from his body, adding a bit of death.
"Leader, no one survives."
"withdraw."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and gradually washed away all the footprints. No one would have thought that such a murder would happen in the streets of the capital at the foot of the emperor.
"What?! Linping County Ma was assassinated at a distance of several dozen feet from the gate of his house last night?!" Hua Xiwan almost didn't break the tea cup in her hand, not even caring about two drops of tea splashed on the back of her hand, " Are people still alive?"
"Master, be careful," Bai Xia hurriedly wiped the tea from the back of her hand. Fortunately, the tea was not too hot, otherwise it would be good to burn the master. She reached out and took the teacup in Hua Xiwan's hand, and said softly, "My servant heard that white flags have been blown up on the mansion of Linping County."
Hua Xiwan was a little surprised, remembering that the Linping County Lord did not care in order to marry this man. Now that this man is gone, leaving the Linping County Lord and two children is really not a good thing.
At this time, a few servants came over with a box. After Hongying checked it, she frowned and said, "Who put this night pearl in? The master doesn't like this thing, and it is not allowed in the yard in the future."
"Mind it down," the servant who was holding the Ye Mingzhu box carefully closed the lid, with some emotion, the Ye Mingzhu, which was worth thousands of gold, was like dung in the eyes of the princess, but it was a pity that the prince sent it with all his heart, and never thought that the princess was not good at this thing.
Hua Xiwan listened to a few maids taking stock of the things that Yan Jinqiu had sent over. The original sadness gradually faded. She even thought that no matter how rigid the relationship between Linping County Lord and Prince Xian's mansion was, at least she kept the Yan family. blood. If she wants to find a few men who agree with her, and raise a few face heads in the mansion, no one dares to say anything more, as long as those face heads are not robbed by force.
It didn't take long for Yan Jinqiu to rush in. Seeing Hua Xiwan sitting by the window in a daze, he walked beside him and sat down: "What's the matter?"
Hua Xiwan shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I just heard what happened last night, it's just a little uncomfortable."
Yan Jinqiu rubbed her palm without speaking.
Seeing him like this, Hua Xiwan hesitated for a moment and said, "Now that there is no concubine, the Princess Linping and the two children are afraid that they will not be able to recover for a while, so why not..."
"You've only gotten better in recent years, and you shouldn't go to a place with heavy Yin Qi like the mourning hall," Yan Jinqiu shook his head, directly denying what Hua Xiwan didn't have time to say, "Luo Zhongzheng is the emperor anyway. Relatives, his funeral is in charge of officials of the Ministry of Rites, so you don't have to worry."
Hua Xiwan heard the indifference in his words and stopped mentioning it. There is a difference between people and people, although there is a layer of smoke between her and Yan Jinqiu, but it is undeniable that he is the closest person to him apart from his relatives.
"I just heard someone say that you don't like Ye Mingzhu?" Yan Jinqiu didn't understand why Hua Xiwan didn't like Ye Mingzhu so much, so he asked directly, "What do you like, I will let you find it for you."
"The things you gave me are almost exhausted in the warehouse," Hua Xiwan smiled. "I just saw the night pearl in the ancient book, which will disturb people's mind and should not be placed indoors."
"That's it," Yan Jinqiu smiled and took her to his lap and sat down, "I don't like it if I don't like it. I'll have someone send it to me if I have something good in the future."
The method of smashing people with precious objects has a long history and is enduring.
When the two finally finished exercising on the bed, Hua Xiwan thought in a daze: How did they get on the bed
The assassination of Luo Zhongzhen is tantamount to throwing a thunderbolt in the capital. Countless officials are all in danger, even the county horse can be assassinated, not to mention them
Emperor Qilong is probably the most angry person. As the emperor, someone assassinated his relatives under his nose, and he also acted grandly near the Linping County Lord's Mansion. This is simply not taking him seriously! "No one dared to face the emperor's anger, so I ordered a thorough investigation of martial law in the whole city, and the security in the capital suddenly improved, and even people who ate overlord's meals and engaged in petty theft industry stopped, after all, the limelight has been really high recently. Too tight, and they don't want to somehow become a punching bag.
What do people outside think about? Linping County Master has no psychological understanding at all. She wept in the mourning hall all day, and even her two children have no intention to care.
She couldn't believe that this man who had slept in the same bed with her family for many years had just gone, and the place where he was killed was so close to the county master's mansion. Now, why is this happening
"The capital, the capital," she staggered to the door, looked in the direction of the palace, and suddenly burst into laughter, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
She didn't dare to promise her consort to the capital, she was wrong from the beginning. After they were moved by the emperor's secret decree, they were destined to embark on a path full of intrigues.
"Zhongzhen," Linping County Master covered her face, tears fell suddenly, and her mind was full of pictures of getting along with Luo Zhongzhen. Although Luo Zhongzhen is an inattentive man, at least he has treated himself with respect over the years, and he has not caused any unpleasantness. If she hadn't come to the capital, she and Luo Zhongzhen would still be the most honorable couple in Jiangcheng. Who wouldn't give them face for the rich and squire
Now that she is in the capital, although she is the county owner, without the support of the Xianfu, she is just an empty shelf. In the capital where there are nobles everywhere, what is she like an empty princess
Qin Tianjian calculated the date of his burial with reference to Luo Zhongzhen's eight characters. On the day of his burial, many families in Beijing built memorial platforms on the way to the funeral, and Prince Xian's mansion was no exception.
Hua Xiwan even went to the county master's mansion in person. When she arrived, many people had already arrived. Seeing her appear, after everyone saluted each other, Hua Xiwan stood at the place closest to the county master of Linping.
No matter how indifferent the Princess Ping and Prince Xian's mansion are, the relationship between the two families is the closest. No matter what the inside is, in this situation with many people, the performance should be performed in a friendly atmosphere.
Because he cried too much, the Linping County Lord looked very haggard, and his eyes were a little dull. Even when he saw Hua Xiwan, he only said a few polite words, without the taste of being deliberately embarrassed in the past.
"My condolences." Hua Xiwan felt that these words were the most useless in front of the deceased, but in this case, they could only say such useless nonsense.
"Thank you," Linping County Lord said with bloodshot eyes, seeing Hua Xiwan's slow reaction, "Please take a seat."
Hua Xiwan smiled, walked to Luo Zhongzheng Ling and bowed before stepping aside without saying a word.
A lot of guests came, but seeing the Princess Linping like this, no one talked nonsense without a wink. After a few words of persuasion, they found a place to stand and sit. Anyway, try not to speak casually if you can.
When it was time to wake up, the Linping County Lord shed tears again, which caused the female relatives who didn't like her to have two points of pity. No one can let go.
The funeral procession went out of the county master's mansion, and there were memorial altars set up by the prefectures along the street. Every time they passed by, there was a special person crying.
"Prince Xian's Mansion sacrifices the heroic spirit of the horse in Linping County."
"Crying spirit!"
Linping County Master dressed in white filial piety stopped and looked at the memorial platform next to it. Compared with other platforms, this memorial platform seemed a little grander, but in fact it was just more things.
She dazedly retracted her gaze and continued to walk forward. In front of her was the voice of others crying. She touched the corners of her dry eyes, and there were no more tears to shed here.
Recalling that when she got married, her younger brother carried her into the sedan chair. She lay on his shoulder and listened to him ask herself, "Sister, don't you regret it?"
She remembered that she definitely replied that she had no regrets.
To this day, she doesn't know if she has any regrets. The person is gone, and she can't remember his bad except for missing his good.
Probably don't regret it.