On the first day of October of the second year of Fuxi, Concubine Meng hanged herself and died.

When the news reported to the Jiaofang Palace, the queen was still asleep.

She hurriedly dressed and rushed to Changshou Palace, and bypassed the magnificent main hall to the remote side palace.

This is a small square yard.

The three main halls in the middle are used to lie down, and the wing rooms on both sides are tea room, warehouse room, wing room and wood room.

It is very different from the magnificence of the main hall, and it is very dilapidated.

The mottled walls are covered with old moss, and the old lacquer has lost its original color.

The faded window screens, gray-fallen panes, and stable and fallen railings under the corridor all show that the status of the owner here is not very good.

The queen covered her nose, fearing that the mold would be hit by it.

If it weren't for Concubine Meng, she would never have appeared in such a lowly place.

"Empress, you have already packed it up. Do you want it..."

The queen forced herself into the main hall and refused to walk in again.

"Just pack up, I'm here to watch."

"Green Float, go there"

Lu Fu went in and soon came out to report: "Empress, Concubine Meng... she left quite peacefully. The nannies of Shanggong Bureau have already sorted out and are waiting for you to speak."

"What can I say? She will die if she wants to die." The queen was impatient.

Madam Cheng also came out of it, hurriedly stopped the queen, and quietly attached herself to her ear to tell her.

"Empress, you really have to take care of this matter, and Concubine Meng cannot hang herself."

Madam Cheng thought she had said it clearly enough that the Empress could always know what to do, but the Queen didn't understand it at all.

"What does it mean? She herself hangs herself, what does it have to do with me?"

Madam Cheng held her forehead and gritted her teeth and whispered.

"Empress, where does this put the emperor's face and how can the royal family keep the face?"

The queen was stunned for a while and suddenly sneered.

"Then I can't lie, right?"

The emperor didn't care about her anymore, and he still had to care about the royal face. It was really ridiculous.

She leaned against the back of the chair as if she was intentional.

"I passed on the will of this palace that Concubine Meng hanged herself, which would damage the royal face. I will not be buried in the imperial tomb. I will find a place to bury it."

After all, those who served the late emperor were in a high position. In theory, no matter what, they should find a reason to handle the funeral. There are not many people who say it directly and announce it to the world like the queen.

Madam Cheng knew that it was difficult to persuade her, so she had to give up.

When the queen left, she told the people from Shanggong Bureau.

"Find a Feng Shui treasure land, use the best clothes and burials. Even if you don't bury them in the imperial tomb, you will have to be a grand burial, after all..."

People from Shanggong Bureau responded one after another.

——

When the news reached the Qianqing Palace, Xie Chenyu's face became dark and he told Zhao Hai.

"Just as the queen said, but..."

The emperor paused and continued.

"Look at Shanggong Bureau, don't let them do anything randomly, and monitor the queen."

The last sentence was very light, and Zhao Hai was stunned for a while before he realized.

When he came out of the Imperial Study room, he was sweating profusely.

It turned out that the emperor also noticed something was wrong with the Empress.

Recently, there have been rumors in the palace that the Queen is often drunk and always says crazy things after drinking. It is better to marry a peddler than to stay alone in the empty boudoir, or to face the ancestors without words.

Xie Chenyu heard about it, but he didn't want to worry about it.

He knew the queen had complaints, but he didn't want to eliminate these resentments.

Because he neither wants to pamper a woman he doesn't like, nor does he want to give the Wang family any face.

After more than two years of ascending the throne, the Wang family's nails were finally dismissed.

All the civil and military officials in the court were all in his pocket, so why bother back to the days when the ministers looked at their faces?

So now, it's the best state.

——

Concubine Meng's funeral was silent, like a drop of water dripping into the sea.

The palace was busy at the end of the year.

First, the end of the year is approaching and the queen is not free.

The second is to prepare for the exile ceremony of the late emperor, and the filial piety period will be completely over after this year.

The third, that is, the most important thing is that the emperor will be drafted next year, and everyone in the palace is excited about it.

The Empress and Shanggong Bureau have been busy for many days.

A large number of craftsmen and palace maids and eunuchs were sent to clean up the harem, saying that they were welcome to the newcomers.

The palace people rushed to the sky and walked around the corner of the harem, and even the weeds at the base of the palace walls were not spared.

The days flies and the end of the year has passed.

Like in previous years, the only difference is the expressions of the emperor and the empress.

In previous years, I talked and laughed, and looked like a couple had a deep affection.

This year, the two of them are obviously in harmony and respect each other as guests, and they are really strangers.

The Lantern Festival is over.

The queen collapsed on the back of the chair and was indifferent to the news that Lu Fu reported that the emperor had taken Guiren Lin out of the palace to play.

"I'll go there, what does it have to do with me?"

She drank a few glasses of wine, removed her hairpins one by one as usual, changed into homely clothes that were so beautiful that she called Madam Cheng to ask her.

"Does my clothes look good?"

Madam Cheng understood and went to the guard camp alone when it was late at night.

It's Lu Chen on duty tonight.

He saw an old lady coming with his own eyes and muttering to Lao Weitou a few words. Lao Weitou followed him happily.

Lu Chen was slightly suspicious.

"I'm sure I'm just a second-class palace maid?"

The palace rules strictly prohibit the palace maids from having an affair with the guards, but if they are found, they will lose half of their lives and be expelled from the palace.

This second-class palace maid from Jiaofang Palace is really bold.

I called Lao Wei over again and again, and every date went smoothly and I would never be discovered.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and kept this in mind.

At the same time, Xie Chenyu also received news from Zhao Hai.

"Not General Lu, but another guard in the Imperial Guard"

After hearing this, Xie Chenyu remained indifferent.

——

Time passed by in a blink of an eye, February ended early March.

The grand ceremony was full of effort to welcome the new year.

News suddenly came from the northern border that the Huns were invading, and the general Zhenbei had only 50,000 troops and was obviously defeated.

Xie Chenyu immediately issued an order to send troops to reinforce, but it became a problem who would send over.

"Emperor, I am willing to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy. Please allow me."

The person who spoke was Lu Chen. He now has an official position, so he can also go to court to discuss politics.

Xie Chenyu directly refused: "You just don't want to be by my side? When I have the right person to replace you, you can go out."

"Your Majesty, let me go, that place in the northern border, I want to go and see it."

Lin Zhengxiao is out of the list.

To be honest, he wanted to go to the place where his mother river had been to see it for many years. He also wanted to take over his father's ideal and serve his country with loyalty as if he were home.

More selfish.

He wanted to make military achievements as soon as possible, revitalize the Lin family business, let his mother enjoy his old age, and let his father's spirit in heaven be more comforted.
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