Congratulations on opening the coffin

Apparently, he was still holding grudges for Shen Ruo preventing him from opening the coffin.

His voice still has the childishness of a child, but his eyes have begun to show their sharpness.

This kid, really grown up, after losing his parents in the same day.

Shen Ruo pursed her lips, nodded, and could only nod, she had no right to prevent a child from offering incense to his dead "father".

Shen Xiulin was wearing rough linen filial piety clothes, but he looked serious. After receiving the three incense sticks from Hongyu, he bent down and bowed three times, and then stepped forward to insert the incense sticks himself.

All these actions before were very natural, until the moment he inserted the incense, he moved, and no one reacted. He kicked and kicked the coffin lid weighing dozens of kilograms away, revealing the coffin lying on the ground. The appearance of the people inside.

Now the temperature is cold, although it has been three days, but the body has not decayed yet, there is only a slight unpleasant smell, and the face of the person inside is astonishingly the appearance of the King of Jing, Xiao Chen.

With just a quick glance, the coffin lid was kicked back again, obscuring the view inside.

Shen Ruo landed on the side of the coffin, and told the servant who was stunned at the side: "Tie the hemp rope again, and don't miss the time."

It was only at this moment that Mother Qin came to her senses, and rushed forward, angrily and lamentingly said: "Little son, how could you do such a rebellious thing? How can you let the prince's spirit in heaven rest in peace?"

Shen Xiulin stood with his hands behind his back. Facing this nanny whom his father respected so much during his lifetime, he naturally couldn't lose his courtesy: "Don't worry, mammy, I won't let dad down."

"Really? That's good, that's good."

As soon as she heard what her little son said, the anger on Mammy's face disappeared instantly, and she said in a broad voice, "So, quickly reconcile with your mother...Miss Shen, the prince passed away, your mother's mood is no better than yours, so don't you Getting angry with her will only hurt your mother's heart."

Shen Xiulin glanced at Shen Ruo who was standing next to the empty mourning hall, curled his lips, looked away, and looked at Nanny Qin: "Mommy, from now on, I will work harder to revive the palace and wash away The stigma attached to my father."

Nanny Qin obviously didn't understand the deep meaning of his words, only when he finally cheered up and was very happy, he also forgot what she told her just now, Shen Xiulin avoided him calmly.

Shen Ruo saw this, but didn't say anything. From the beginning to the end, the mother and son never spoke a word.

She watched her leave silently, and let Nanny and Hongyu go first, she wanted to be alone again, ignoring their hesitant eyes when they left, and her memory went back to three days ago.

"Miss Shen Chenchen, what do you mean?"

After she ordered the matter to be kept secret, Fudelu was so stunned that he could hardly speak clearly, "The emperor's death is a major event, we must hurry up and announce it to the world, and then choose a clear master, so as not to cause chaos in the world!"

"Who should I choose?" Shen Ruo asked simply.

The head of the eunuch suddenly said that the emperor has no heirs yet. According to the order of succession to the throne, it must be His Royal Highness the second prince who was demoted to Yongzhou, but the current queen mother will agree?Will Prince Rong's Mansion and its related families agree?King Jing, will you agree?
Fudelu sneaked a glance and was still kneeling on the ground, as if he still couldn't accept the reality of King Jing's back. Now that the emperor has passed away suddenly, if it is announced to the world, the world will inevitably be in chaos, and the capital may not be stained with blood.

"Emperor Coco has...already..."

He couldn't say this, and closed his eyes in grief before continuing, "Even if we don't say it, the courtiers will find out sooner or later that lying about the emperor's death is a serious crime."

"We can't get another emperor out, can we?"

It was also fortunate that he was able to make a joke in such a depressing atmosphere, but he didn't expect that the prospect princess actually answered his words: "Who said it can't be done."

Fudelu's eyes were about to pop out: "Miss Shen, what do you mean?"

Seeing her turn her eyes to the long silent back, he suddenly understood her meaning, and shouted in shock: "No! No! This is conspiracy to usurp the throne!"

The shout was so loud that it echoed back and forth in the tunnel for a long time.

Shen Ruo didn't look at him, but looked straight at the back: "What do you think?"

The petrified figure finally moved. He stood up slowly, walked in front of her, and looked down at her: "Do you know what this will mean?"

She also looked back at him: "It means the world is peaceful."

He smiled lightly, seeming to have all kinds of emotions in it: "You are too courageous."

"It's collusion."

It was the only way at that time, even if she didn't say it, he would do it.

So, it's collusion.

Afterwards, she secretly brought Qiao Ran into the palace, and persuaded him as quickly as possible, letting him exchange faces with Xiao Chen and Xiao Junze, and they also exchanged each other's lives since then.

Xiao Jun was buried in the imperial tomb in his name and in his appearance.As for Xiao Chen, he will always wear that mask and live like someone else.

As for the truth of this matter, naturally, the world cannot be told, otherwise Xiao Chen's impersonation of the emperor will be discovered soon.

Therefore, King Jing rebelled, forced his way into the palace, and was executed by the emperor.The emperor grieved for the brotherhood, and finally restored his title of King Jing, and released the other accomplices in spite of the objections of the officials, and allowed King Jing to be buried in the imperial tomb.

With this decree, all the people in the world praised the emperor's sage and benevolence, while they scolded King Jing as a wolf-hearted dog, who deserved a terrible death.

During the three days of vigil, everyone avoided suspicion, for fear of causing bad luck, and no one came.

Only Shen Ruo has been guarding the mourning hall. This is naturally to prevent people from secretly coming to check if they don't believe that King Jing is really dead.

As for another reason, only she understood.

Shen Ruo put away all the thoughts in his heart and walked out of the mourning hall. The cold air rushed towards his face instantly. If it doesn't stop, the capital will be flooded.

She deliberately let herself think about other things indiscriminately, and suddenly heard the sound of wings flapping in the air, and a person flashed in her mind immediately, and when she turned her head to look, it was indeed him.

"You are late, you have already been sent to the imperial tomb."

The person standing on the white crane in the air did not hold an umbrella, but no drop of rain fell on him, as if there was an invisible film around him, separating the rainwater from his body. Such a scene is really a bit miraculous.

He only raised his lips and smiled jokingly: "I'm here for you."

Shen Ruo snorted softly: "Then you can get out, liars are not welcome here."

"When have I ever been a liar?"

"Didn't you say that the emperor is blessed by heaven and nothing will happen?" Shen Ruo said through gritted teeth, almost ignoring the possibility of the truth being leaked.

"It's not my fault, it's all because of you."