On the wide and neat main official road, the funeral procession was half the length of the capital.
The accompanying palace maids, eunuchs, and imperial guards were all dressed in white.
The sky is a little dark today, and the wind has picked up, blowing the huge spiritual flags and rolling them.
Amidst the paper money flying in the sky, the team gradually drifted away, and the joy of mourning slowly disappeared from the ears.
Wen Qingzhu was dressed plainly and elegantly today. He did not apply makeup and wore only a white jade hairpin on his head. He looked cooler.
The sound of footsteps came to his ears. Although it was very slight, Wen Qingzhu still heard it.
Looking sideways, he saw that the person coming was Pei Yi, dressed in white.
He stopped in front of Wen Qingzhu, raised his hands and saluted: "Madam."
"Master Pei is really good at making Prime Minister Pei give in." Wen Qingzhu looked at him now, the fear in his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
Pei Yi just smiled: "Compared to my wife, I am nothing more than a humble minister."
Wen Qingzhu turned to leave, but Pei Yi asked nonchalantly: "Madam really doesn't care at all. How on earth does grandfather deal with madam?"
Stopping, Wen Qingzhu did not look back, and only said: "Now that Princess Yijia has accompanied Concubine Li in mourning, Prime Minister Pei has been silent and has missed the best opportunity. Whatever happens next, he will not care about." OK."
No longer talking nonsense to him, Wen Qingzhu strode forward and stared straight ahead.
She intervened in the government affairs one after another, but Pei Yu not only did nothing, but also accidentally arranged a minor official for Pei Yi, which was regarded as a serious official career.
Wen Qingzhu absolutely did not believe that their ancestors and grandchildren were reconciled.
There is only one reason for Pei Yu to do this, and that is to drive away wolves and swallow tigers!
Arriving at the Xuanzheng Hall, Wen Qingzhu stood in the empty hall, looking at the golden dragon chair in front of him, which was majestic and intimidating.
I don't know how long it took, but Lu Tao's voice sounded at the door: "I've met Mr. Wei."
Wen Qingzhu turned around and saw Wei Ziying standing at the door.
The moment the two people's eyes met, Wei Ziying's heart was shaken, and his eyes slowly became serious.
He saw Wen Qingzhu standing in the magnificent hall, only a few steps away from the dragon chair.
The moment he turned his head sideways, the two golden dragons on the backrest of the dragon chair, chasing the dragon beads, hung just above Wen Qingzhu's head, as if they were made in heaven.
After a moment of silence, Wei Ziying walked in and stood ten feet away from Wen Qingzhu.
"Madam, this is the Xuanzheng Palace, you shouldn't come here."
Wen Qingzhu felt slightly blessed and asked, "If I shouldn't have come, how could Mr. Wei stand here and talk to me?"
Wei Ziying frowned and persuaded in a deep voice: "The prince is not only my wife's younger brother, he is also the future emperor of Da Qi."
"Really?" Wen Qingzhu lowered his head slightly. Being able to say this, Wei Ziying had already given him face.
Seeing her relaxed expression, Wei Ziying sighed slightly and said, "We will all remember everything Madam has done for the prince, but you should not stand in front of him. The prince will never be able to become an emperor without you. "
Shouldn't we stand in front of him
Wen Qingzhu has been trying to let go, but Jiang Yuanhan has also been trying to do what he should do.
For some reason, Wen Qingzhu thought of Grandma Zhao'er's words.
Maybe she did block Jiang Yuanhan's way.
Wen Qingzhu raised his head: "Don't worry, Mr. Wei, once there is any abnormal movement in the northwest, I will accompany Fu Lie to pacify the northwest."
Wei Ziying's expression relaxed, and he raised his hand in a salute: "Madam, you are just."
Wen Qingzhu smiled and shook his head, turned around and left the Xuanzheng Hall.
Since Wei Ziying also felt that he had interfered too much, let Jiang Wuyang and others handle the matter in Kangcheng.
After leaving Xuanzheng Hall, Wen Qingzhu came to the palace gate.
Wei Yu was found counting the forbidden troops.
She walked over strangely: "Where is the prince?"
Wei Yu glanced at the palace: "His Royal Highness has returned to the palace, didn't you meet Madam?"
"Maybe I missed it." Wen Qingzhu didn't care, turned around and followed Lu Tao into the carriage, preparing to return home.
Wei Yu looked at Wen Qingzhu's carriage with some confusion, and then looked inside the palace.
The prince has been in for two-quarters of an hour. It can take at least a quarter of an hour from the palace gate to the Xuanzheng Hall. How could he not meet him
Shortly after nightfall, lightning and thunder began in the sky.
Wen Qingzhu stood in front of the window, looking at the darkness outside. The lanterns in the yard were swinging randomly in the wind, which made people feel a little panicked.
Suddenly, Wen Qingzhu's eyes turned pale for a moment, dazzling him.
With a rumble, rolling thunder came from the sky, from far to near.
Thunder continued to sound, and suddenly a thunder exploded, directly touching the roof of the palace.
Wen Qingzhu looked at the direction where the thunder fell, feeling a little worried.
Is there anything going on in the palace
At the same time, the East Palace Bedroom.
Jiang Yuanhan was wearing cold white pajamas and sitting in front of the bed with a sullen expression.
After a while, Xiao Fangzi directed several eunuchs to come in carrying brocade quilts rolled into rollers.
After closing the door, Xiao Fangzi asked Jiang Yuanhan cautiously: "Your Highness, are you putting it on the bed?"
Jiang Yuanhan slowly raised his eyelids, looked at the trembling roller quilt, and said in a low voice: "Put it on the ground."
Xiao Fangzi accepted the order and quickly asked someone to carefully put down the roller brocade quilt.
Then he led a group of people out. After closing the door, he turned to the recording officer of the Zaocu Hall behind him and said, "Excuse me, sir. The person serving His Highness today is Miss Zhao'er."
The recording officer frowned: "Hasn't she not had her physical examination yet?"
Xiao Fangzi quickly waved his hand to signal him not to say more.
Thinking of the prince's expression tonight, the recorder shut up in a wise manner and hurriedly recorded today's time and place in a blank book, as well as who was resting in the East Palace.
There was no sound outside, and it was even quieter inside the house.
All that could be heard was the constant thunder.
I don't know how long it took, but the person inside the brocade quilt finally couldn't bear it anymore, broke away from the quilt and knelt in front of Jiang Yuanhan.
This person was none other than Zhao'er. He was wearing a thin gauze. He huddled up and asked in horror: "Your Highness, please kneel here tonight."
I don't know if it was Zhao'er's voice that interrupted his thoughts. Jiang Yuanhan slowly raised his head, his eyes dark.
After a while, he said softly: "Come to me."
Zhao'er was shocked and frightened. He suddenly raised his head and saw Jiang Yuanhan moving to the side.
At this moment, Zhao'er's eyes became bloodshot again.
She saw the black air behind Jiang Yuanhan becoming more and more intense, making Rang almost want to run away.
But Zhao'er knew that if she disobeyed, she would die immediately.
Zhao'er stood up tremblingly and sat next to Jiang Yuanhan. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look around at all.
There was the soft sound of silk rubbing beside him. Zhao'er felt angry and glanced at it.
But he saw a dagger in Jiang Yuanhan's hand. Lightning flashed outside the door and shone on the bright dagger. Zhao'er was so shocked that he immediately stood up and knelt down to beg for mercy.
"Your Highness, spare your life! Your Highness, spare your life!"
Jiang Yuanhan chuckled: "I won't kill you, just reach out my hand."
Zhao'er did as he was told, Jiang Yuanhan held her little hand, and then gently scratched her palm with a dagger.
Blood immediately overflowed.
He pulled Zhao'er again and pressed her hand on the white brocade handkerchief on the bed.
Seeing the blood stains left on it, Jiang Yuanhan burst into laughter and murmured to himself: "In this way, they should be satisfied, right?"
Jiang Yuanhan put the handkerchief away and put it in the wooden box on the small table next to the bed.
After closing the lid, Jiang Yuanhan took out the wound medicine and carefully applied it on Zhao'er. Then he took a pair of inner clothes and put them on her gently.
"Go inside and sleep." Jiang Yuanhan's tone was gentler than he had ever seen before.
Zhao'er was a little dazed for a moment.
But when she looked up, she only saw the black energy behind Jiang Yuanhan slowly eroding the golden dragon.
She could only climb up quickly and lie down as far inside as possible.
After a while, Jiang Yuanhan also lay down and covered her with a quilt.
Wei's study room.
Wei Ziying stood in front of a text, with his hands behind his hands, looking up at it with his head slightly raised.
Mrs. Wei who was outside the door opened the door and came in. She took the food box from the maid's hand and asked the maids to guard it outside.
After closing the door, she placed the supper, walked to Wei Ziying, and asked softly: "Mr. Lang, you have been standing for an hour, do you want to eat something first?"
Wei Ziying slowly turned his head and looked at the lady, but in the end he didn't say anything.
Sitting at the table, Wei Ziying suddenly said: "What is the origin of that trick?"
Mrs. Wei was startled, thought about it and explained: "I heard that the prince brought her back from Cangzhou, and he valued her very much. Previously, the nuns in the palace wanted to give her a physical examination, but the prince didn't let her, so she just followed the prince all the time. Around me, when it comes to serving him, it’s not like that.”
Wei Ziying put down his chopsticks and said to his wife of many years: "Tonight, the prince is lucky enough to have Zhao'er."
Hearing this, Mrs. Wei blurted out: "Isn't the prince only twelve years old this year?"
In fact, what she wanted to say was that at the age of twelve, it was time to let the teaching mama guide people.
Wei Ziying looked at the soup bowl in front of him. It was his favorite Jade Pearl Soup. The soup base was clear and clear, vaguely reflecting his old expression.
He said in an almost inaudible voice: "Yes, he is only twelve years old, but he is already capable of taking on big responsibilities."
In Pingguo Hou Mansion, Xi'er hurried back.
There were still raindrops on his body. He didn't bother to clean it up, so he ran directly to Wen Qingzhu and shouted: "Prince! Prince—"
Having not experienced what happened in Beidou, Xi'er was also an ignorant girl.
After that incident, she understood.
But when she thought that the prince was so young, she actually—
"What's wrong?" Lu Tao saw that she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and he helped her sit down.
Xi'er calmed down for a while, but her face was still shocked: "The prince is lucky to have a son!"
Wen Qingzhu was reading a book. When he heard this, he suddenly raised his head and stared into Xi'er's eyes without moving.
Xi'er immediately stood up and repeated again: "Miss, you heard me right! The prince asked Zhao'er to sleep with him! I went to see Xiao Fangzi in person, and he was talking to the recorder at that time."
Wen Qingzhu looked out the window, there was still lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.
After a while, she finally figured out what was going on.
It turns out that in the Xuanzheng Hall at that time, was Yuanhan also there
Wen Qingzhu couldn't help laughing. Wei Ziying and Pei Yu both thought Jiang Yuanhan was still a child.
But she never treated Jiang Yuanhan as a child.
Just letting Zhao'er sleep with him, this trick worked, but it made some people understand that the prince would not act according to their wishes.
But smart people who are not smart enough may misunderstand.
Wen Qingzhu no longer thinks about it. Since Jiang Yuanhan can solve the problem, she is not worried.
He stood up and walked to the window, opened it, and saw heavy rain outside.
Wen Qingzhu asked Lu Tao: "Isn't the Marquis coming back tonight?"
Lu Tao looked outside and explained: "No one has sent news back. The Marquis should be coming back."
Fearing that there would be a storm tomorrow, Wen Qingzhu decided to go to bed first.
While falling asleep, I kept thinking in my mind that news should come from the northwest.
In the haze, someone came close to me.
Wen Qingzhu was in a light sleep. He turned over and heard Fu Lie say in his ear: "Sorry, I woke you up."
"It's okay, let's go to bed first." Wen Qingzhu muttered, pulling Fu Lie to sleep with him.
Fu Lie was a little hesitant at first, but seeing Wen Qingzhu's appearance, he felt that maybe he should tell her.