"I heard that the fourth princess also entered the palace with the fourth prince in the morning, but she left in a hurry just now. She didn't even enter Fengwei Palace. She doesn't know what she is so anxious about." Qingglai replied seriously.
Maybe it was a conspiracy between the Queen Mother and Fu Yunqi that day? Al Yunduo's first reaction was this. But then she thought again, for her, the banquet for foreign guests was the most important thing at the moment, and she should worry less about other people's affairs.
"I know, I'm a little tired," Al Yunduo covered his mouth with the back of his hand and yawned, squinting his eyes slightly and said, "Go down first and call me later."
"Your Majesty doesn't sleep well at night, so she will naturally feel sleepy during the day..." Qing Glaze helped her lie down on the couch and said softly, "The slave is waiting outside. When the Master wakes up, just call the slave.
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Al Yunduo just nodded lazily, but what kept thinking in his mind was that Azhe has always been mysterious recently. He couldn't find anyone last night, and he didn't know where he went in the middle of the night. Yulu Nuanxiang, that's what he thought
Thinking about it, I actually fell asleep.
A carriage was speeding through the market. In the carriage, Chu Miaoer, dressed in plain clothes, was rushing to the Second Prince's Mansion with Baitao.
When I was preparing to enter the palace with Fu Yunqi this morning, I happened to bump into the Ye family's carriage on the road. Speaking of which, the Ye family can be considered a prestigious family in Kyoto, but today they only have a few strong guards accompanying them.
Fu Yunqi guessed that the Ye family came here at this time to take the person back, so Fu Yanshuo asked Fu Yunqi to ask for leave on his behalf. She was not worried about any conflicts between Fu Yanshuo and the Ye family, but she was afraid that Huyin would suffer as a result.
People point and point.
"Princess, we are here." Baitao said softly.
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the Second Prince's Mansion, and Bai Tao's hand got out of the carriage. Looking up through the gap, he saw a lady sitting in the carriage parked outside Ye Mansion. She was also dressed in plain clothes.
There was no jewelry on her face, and she was wiping tears with a sad look on her face. Without even thinking, she knew that it was Ye Zhiqiu's mother.
"Let's go in." Chu Miaoer looked away from her and sighed softly.
The mourning hall was right in front, but the closer I got, the heavier my steps became. Mr. Ye glanced at someone coming in from the corner of his eye, so he stepped aside without saying anything. There were only a few people in the hall at the moment, and they all stood silently, without speaking. Fu Yan
Shuo was doing it secretly. If he hadn't specially sent someone to Ye Mansion to inform him, no one from Ye Mansion would be standing here.
The red roses on both sides of the corridor still exude a fragrant fragrance, but I am afraid no one will appreciate them anymore.
At this time, Hu Yin, as the mistress of the Second Prince's Mansion, was kneeling on the futon, waiting for Chu Miao'er to come forward and offer condolences. Chu Miao'er silently walked forward, nodded to Fu Yanshuo, and took the Yun Xiang
Three incense sticks were handed over.
According to legend, the deceased who hanged himself had closed eyes, black lips, open skin and exposed teeth, and a purple-red face. From the beginning to the end, Chu Miaoer did not dare to look at Ye Zhiqiu in the coffin. After finishing the incense, he helped Hu Yin up.
, standing at the door with Fu Yanshuo.
"I hope the prince can understand me. I just want to bury Zhiqiu decently." Mr. Ye's few words made Chu Miaoer's eyes wet.
Fu Yanshuo slowly raised his head. His usually clear eyes were now covered with bloodshot eyes. He must have been awake all night. Even if it wasn't for the mourning hall being set up overnight, he might not have been able to sleep.
"As the second princess of Dajin, Zhiqiu will definitely be buried with this king." His voice was extremely hoarse. "It is inappropriate to hide the funeral from the palace. I am afraid that my father-in-law will not be able to fulfill his wish...
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Mr. Ye's expression did not change. He always looked at him calmly and said sincerely: "Your Majesty, please don't say this anymore. Being able to marry Zhiqiu into the Prince's house is a blessing accumulated in my previous life. Our Ye family cannot accept this."
Blessings. If you don't have the same heart in front of you, why force you to share the same acupoint behind you? There will be others by your side behind you, please return my daughter to me."
"This servant kneels down and begs the prince to grant you permission." Meng Han knelt down on the ground with a plop, holding back her tears and said, "The princess said more than once when she was alive that she has not fulfilled her filial piety in front of the master and his wife in this life, and she is really in vain as the eldest daughter of the Ye family. May I
After his death, he stayed with them and was buried in the same place."
In terms of status, the Prince's Mansion and the Ye family were not in the same household, and they were absolutely incompatible. But it was because of Princess Linghui that Ye Zhiqiu gained the favor of the Queen Mother, and it was also Ye Zhiqiu who met a romantic lover when he first started to fall in love.
Prince Fu Yanshuo.
As the saying goes, where there is a cause, there is an effect. Perhaps today's fruits were quietly sown very early on.
"Zhiqiu failed to leave any heirs to the royal family until his death. I am really ashamed of the prince and the queen mother... There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an heir." At this point, Mr. Ye was already in tears.
Zongheng, "How can a sinner like my little girl enter the royal mausoleum?"
Hu Yin on the side had already burst into tears. Ye Zhiqiu's greetings to her seemed to be still in front of her. He even visited Ting'er on the morning of the suicide. How could she let go?
Seeing this situation, Chu Miao'er was afraid that Hu Yin would make her sad, so he hurriedly took her away with some excuse.
Hu Yin took her back to his small courtyard. The nanny watched them come back and walked around with Fu Heting who was sleeping soundly in her arms. Hu Yin took a look at her before letting her go back to the back room.
Holding the hot tea handed over by Yun Xiang, Chu Miaoer suddenly had an illusion that things were different and people were different.
"Your Highness hides everything from me," Hu Yin saw that she was distracted and couldn't help but scolded, "Even you are the same."
Chu Miao'er was shocked and quickly put down her teacup and explained: "You can't say that, Sister Huyin... Your Majesty is worried about your health and hopes you can rest in peace. I only figured it out yesterday."
We haven't even had time to see the whole story, so how can we talk about 'deception'?"
Seeing her serious look, Hu Yin smiled lightly, took her hand and sighed: "Sister Miaoer, don't worry, I was just joking. But now the world has changed in Dajin... From now on...
I'm afraid your days will be even more difficult. I heard from the prince that the Queen Mother intends to let the fourth prince rule, so you will definitely be the queen in the future."
"It's too early to say this now, I haven't even written my horoscope yet." Chu Miaoer shook his head slowly.
"You know that I know nothing about the political affairs of the DPRK and China, but even I can see the current situation. Who else is qualified for this position except the Fourth Prince? The Queen Mother will not allow others to override her." Hu Yin.
Seeing her lowering her head in deep thought, she couldn't help but jokingly said, "Do you still want someone else to stay with the Fourth Prince?"
As soon as she said these words, Chu Miaoer immediately thought of Qin Luoge. She neither wanted Fu Yunqi to ascend the throne, nor did she want Fu Yunqi to be surrounded by other women after he ascended the throne. This complex and indescribable emotion, even her own
If you can't figure it out, how can you expect others to understand?
"It's been a destiny, don't talk about me, Sister Huyin." Chu Miaoer held her back and said happily, "Before coming here, I was worried that you would blame yourself for this, but I feel relieved when you look like this.
Already."
The expression on Hu Yin's face paused, then she shook her head and chuckled: "The prince has already lost a true love, how can I bear to make him sad again? The only way is to take good care of the prince on behalf of the second princess and raise Ting'er.
Only then can she comfort her spirit in heaven."
"That's the best thing you can think of."
Chu Miaoer was chatting with Hu Yin in the house. When they were saying goodbye for the last time, they saw several people carrying Ye Zhiqiu's coffin out of the house, and Mr. Ye was leading the way at the front, wiping his tears with his sleeves from time to time.
She stopped silently at the door, ready to wait for them to leave before leaving. When Mr. Ye passed by, he nodded slightly to her, which was considered polite.
Looking at Mr. Ye's white hair on his temples and the ravine on his face soaked with tears, Chu Miaoer felt bitterness in his heart again. Throughout the ages, the most tragic funeral is that "a man with white hair sends a man with black hair"
.As for how Mr. Ye persuaded the second prince to return his daughter to him, it doesn't seem to be important.
Chu Miao'er had just gotten off the carriage when she saw Fu Yunqi galloping towards her on horseback. The prince was buried, even if it was a small burial, in her opinion, the series of etiquette was extremely complicated. Besides, Xishan is not far away from here.
There was an hour's journey, but he rushed back before noon. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry.
"I just came back from my second brother, do you want to come over?" Seeing him dismounting, Chu Miaoer walked closer and asked softly.
Fu Yunqi handed the horse to Tingfeng, stepped forward and took Chu Miao'er to the house, his voice slightly breathless: "I'm a little tired, let me rest for a while."
Not long after returning to the mansion last night, Fu Yunqi entered the palace again. Until now, he has not closed his eyes or taken any water. He must be very tired.
"Just rest for a while and then come back when you're tired. Why are you rushing back in such a hurry?" Chu Miao'er couldn't help but scolded.
"I just remembered last night that I haven't had a good meal with you for a long time, so I wanted to come back early after finishing my work. Why do you blame me?" Fu Yunchi smiled disapprovingly and looked at her and asked.
road.
Baitao heard from the side that the prince was going to have a meal in the mansion, and quickly called Qingqiu to tell the kitchen to prepare more dishes that the prince liked to eat, and she couldn't help but feel happy in her heart.
After returning to the room, Fu Yunchi went to the back room to change into clean clothes. When he came out, he saw Chu Miao'er sitting on the soft couch holding a hand stove, with a dull look on his face, not knowing what he was thinking.
He quietly walked over, knelt down and asked, "Did you hear something from your second brother today that made you feel uncomfortable again?"
Chu Miao'er didn't look at him, just shook her head numbly.
"No?" Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yunchi stood up and sat next to her, and asked in confusion, "What are you thinking about, so absorbed in your thoughts?"