The Pearl on the Emperor’s Crown

In the forbidden city, Bai Xuesu was stunned, and his eyes looked vast. Only the sky is black and heavy, and the clouds are so dense that it is breathless.

The interior and exterior of the mourning hall were filled with high and low chanting sounds. The yellow talisman paper swirled and burned in the copper lotus basin. In the smoke and mist, there were phoenix grandchildren and grandchildren wearing hemp and filial piety, constantly knocking their heads, getting up, and then knock--

The queen is the aunt, and all the princes and princesses have to guard their spirits. The prince and Rong Ting are also present, with the prince at the head. They are divided into two rows and kneel in front of the queen's coffin.

Zhu Chuo suddenly shouted in a low voice: "The sixth fainted—"

The palace people hurriedly stepped forward to help Zhu Dai up, and the imperial doctor waiting outside the hall followed in.

Zhu Yi raised her eyes in the small commotion, and happened to meet the scarlet eyes of the prince, with grief and madness that she couldn't understand. Zhu Yi was slightly startled and lowered her head.

The emperor spoke and asked the princesses to settle down in the Jingan Palace next door.

The concubines and young masters no longer have such grace, although they are all weak and delicate women, they still gritted their teeth and knelt on the ground from the main hall to the side hall.

But it was still good. Before dawn the next day, the clan and the officials were all dressed in plain clothes, and they went outside the Qiantai Palace to give consolation. That was called a sufferer.

Although the palace people have cleared the stone steps outside the temple and the snow on the square, but in such winter days, under the continuous invasion of rain and snow, the cold water of the forest has long penetrated into the bricks, not to mention the sky is still small. Haoxue.

The military attache was okay. Younger civil servants were considered to be able to endure it. The older ones already had cold legs and feet. After a short while on their knees, their knees began to tremble along the whole body.

Xie Ying was kneeling motionless, with his back straight as a gun. He occasionally looked up at the glazed beasts half covered by snow on the eaves of the Qiantai Palace, then retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead.

When the sun was overwhelming, suddenly a servant came to Xie Ying's side, saying that the emperor asked him to go up, Xie Ying got up, stepped up the stone steps into the hall, and found Zhu Yi's figure passing by without a trace.

The emperor observed Xie Ying and said, "Shouxu, send the queen off for your father."

Everyone in the hall looked up at Xie Ying. There was no sadness that everyone deliberately made on Xie Ying's face, only a kind of silence.

Zhu Yi is also looking at Xie Ying. In front of people, Xie Ying's demeanor has always been dripping water. At this moment, he is accustomed to life and death and determination, making people only dare to look far and up. The man who would make emotions in front of her, even the coquettish man, has long since disappeared without a trace, and can't be found.

Xie Ying replied, knowing that this is about to close the Zi Palace, and sure enough, the maid shouted "cover the coffin--" Many people inside and outside the hall exhaled, although there is still Xiaoxiang Daxiang behind, at least it is not necessary today. Kneel again.

The Queen’s news was posted in the city yesterday as an obituary, and the report was expedited to the world, claiming to the outside that the Queen’s body was weak, the wind and cold turned evil, and she died.

The Heavenly Family has always replaced the moon with the day, which is different from the three-year filial piety period of ordinary people, which requires only twenty-seven days of service. Therefore, the marriage of several school-age princesses will not be affected.

When Zhu Chuo returned to Concubine Shu's Ruihe Palace, he felt something was wrong. The people from Ruihe Palace were in the court, and the emperor's people were also there. She walked straight into the hall, came to the concubine Shu’s bedroom, and heard the emperor’s sad and cold voice:

"You bitch, how do you deserve to be compared with our Ning'er? How about your dead man in the Yan family? Why not come to save you. Yan Fengqin is in Beijing, why not come to save you?"

Zhu Chuo suddenly widened his eyes. Who is the father talking to, is the mother concubine? Why does he call his mother concubine with such words?

"Is there a fight for the next position? The Yan family already has a queen mother, do you still want to be a queen again, and you can't make two queens?" The man's gruff voice was deliberately humiliated: "Find your friend and give you a queen. , Whore."

Concubine Shu made a painful sound, seeming to be pinched by her neck.

Zhu Chuo was shocked and was about to push the door inside to save people, but her mouth was covered by her own **** Alu, half hugging and half dragging her, and swiftly took her away from the temple.

"Let go of me! Alu, what are you doing?" Zhu Chuo, who was taken to the garden to get rid of the shackles, shouted in a low voice.

Alu stood in front of Zhu Chuo and said: "The princess need not be afraid, the emperor will not take the life of the empress. It is better for the princess to wait for the emperor to leave before looking for the empress."

Zhu Chuo is actually very clever, but her cleverness is used in the things she is interested in, so she suddenly realized that this little **** who seemed to be most loyal to her and helped her play foolishly was really insignificant. The mountains are not dewy, and they know more about the secrets in this palace than her.

Alu said: "The princess does not have to doubt the loyalty of the minister to the princess. The minister is ordered by the empress to protect the safety of the princess, and naturally puts the safety of the princess first."

Zhu Chuo also knew that her mother and concubine were not very popular with her father, so Concubine Tong clearly had no power to borrow, but her position was ranked ahead of her mother and concubine. It's just that she doesn't care about her mother and concubine's interest in fighting for favor. Anyway, she also felt that it was boring for so many women to grab a man.

Zhu Chuo sank his face and said, "Alu, what else do you know, come and listen..."

When Zhu Chuo went outside the Yonglian Hall of Luji Palace, Xie Yingzheng pulled up Zhu Yi's trousers and checked her knees. It turned out that there were two lumps of redness and swelling.

Xie Ying took out the medicine specially brought. Zhu Yi looked at the man who was putting the medicine on her seriously, with a smile on his lips. She asked, "Is your knee okay?"

"The minister has thick skin and thick flesh, nothing to do." Xie Ying said.

Zhu Yi grinned: "It's really thick-skinned, but it's..." She paused, her eyes turning on his face deliberately, and the hint was straightforward.

Xie Ying smiled lightly, put the medicine bottle on the couch, leaned forward and pressed Zhu Yi on the couch. Zhu Yi whispered: "What are you doing?"

"The princess said I have a thick-skinned face, then I have to do something thick-skinned."

Although knowing that Xie Ying was only teasing her, Zhu Yi still said: "I...I'm still filial piety for the empress." After speaking, he quietly observed Xie Ying's reaction.

Xie Ying grabbed a smile and got Zhuila up.

Zhu Yizheng wanted to ask Xie Ying whether the queen was really embarrassed by the wind and cold, and Mian Feng's deliberately raised voice sounded outside: "Princess Rongyu is here?"

Zhu Yi quickly winked at Xie Ying, and Xie Ying understood. Although he was reluctant, he still came from the window and went through the window.

Zhu Yi saw that Zhu Chuo rushed into the room with a rare melancholy, frowning and asked: "What's the matter with you? A Chuo."

"Yi Yi." Zhu Chuo originally had to share everything with Zhu Yi, but she couldn't talk about it today.

Zhu Yi was not eager to force Zhu Chuo to say, he just hugged her into his arms, let Zhu Chuo rely on herself, and gently pat the other person on the back...

After another day like this, Zhu Yi suddenly received the holy edict and was ordered to the South Study Room.

Only the emperor and her were in the study. The figure of the emperor sitting in the dragon chair was slightly stunned, making Zhu Yi feel that the emperor felt like the emperor was dying. When she had just returned to the palace to see the emperor the day before yesterday, she almost did not dare to recognize it, but a few days ago, the emperor seemed to be ten years old. But even so, the other party is still a monarch who can hold countless lives and honors, so Zhu Yisi did not dare to ignore it.

Then the emperor asked: "Xizhen, in your eyes, am I very incompetent?" This little girl is so smart, he has already seen that he wants to take advantage of her beauty.

Zhu Yi guessed that the emperor said something like this, and he was shocked, and immediately said: "No, in the heart of the daughter, the father has always been the most wise and martial person."

The emperor father slowly took the corner of his mouth and said: "Xizhen has always been so sensible and filial. I will just say it, as long as you listen to the arrangements of the emperor and help the emperor do a few things, after my funeral, Let your seventh brother inherit the Datong, and you will be the princess of the town. How?"

Zhu Yi became more and more uncertain, and his face deliberately showed fear: "Father is at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, why do you say such a thing."

The emperor smiled deeper and deeper: "I know in my heart, you don't need to comfort me. I only ask if you want your seventh brother to inherit the Datong?"

The emperor was clearly smiling, but Zhu Yi felt that the other's expression was more terrifying than crying. She always felt that after returning to the palace this time, the emperor had changed a lot. But why? Because of the death of the queen? Or is it the metaphor behind the queen's death?

Under the emperor's deep gaze, Zhu Yi nodded slowly, and said: "Yes." She could only say and think, and then make plans after listening to the emperor's instructions.

The emperor nodded: "Just think. Xiaoqi is smart and smart, Xizhen, don't hurt him."

Zhu Yi's face changed slightly. The emperor was clearly threatening her with Zhu Xiuli, but isn't Xiao Qi his biological son. Zhu Yi said slowly: "Father, please indicate clearly what you need Xizhen to do."

"For the first thing, I hope you are pregnant with Xie Ying's child as soon as possible."

Zhu Yi was stunned.

The emperor said: "Can it be done?"