After the fake daughter of the Hou Mansion returned to the village, she made a lot of money

Zhao Qinghan raised his troops with great momentum and in a very organized manner. Within an hour of the emperor's death, he seized a city in Beijing and Zhou as his base camp.

At the same time, news of Yun Qingyin's true identity was flying all over the sky as if it had wings. What followed was a lot of discussion about the Dingnan Palace. Several ministers seemed to have discussed it and handled the affairs of the court. Zhao Moqing said that Dingnan Palace actually used fake things to make fun of the royal family, which was a crime of great disrespect.

In response to these words, Zhao Moqing simply said, "National mourning is the most important thing, and other things will come later."

The old emperor's illness had delayed Tata for such a long time, and the people in the Ministry of Rites had been prepared for it. So when the emperor suddenly passed away, the Ministry of Rites was not too busy preparing for the national funeral.

Today, I called all the ministers into the palace, discussed some matters about the imperial mausoleum, and then left.

Zhao Moqing stopped Shen Anqiu and asked him, "...how is she?"

The name of a little girl who seemed to carry the boy's thoughts came to his lips and then stopped, and he only asked this question.

Shen Anqiu was in a bad mood when she entered the palace, "It's okay."

"The remaining antidote..."

"I'll find a way."

Zhao Moqing nodded.

Shen Anqiu left the palace and did not return to the Yun Mansion immediately. It happened that the father and son met at the gate of the palace. Because they wanted to discuss things, they went back to the Xuanping Marquis Mansion together.

When they arrived at the Xuanpinghou Mansion, it was already getting late. Shen Anqiu looked at the red silk that had not been removed in time. The thick ink in his eyes was so deep that he could not get rid of it. Success or not?"

Filial piety must be observed during the national mourning period, and there will be no major happy events in the capital for at least the next year.

Seeing the slightly gloomy expression on his face, Marquis Xuanping felt that which pot should not be opened and which pot should be picked up, so he said silently, "Let's bring people back for a meal tomorrow. We can't entertain guests, but we can still finish other things."

"talk later."

After Shen Anqiu said that, he went to a courtyard. If there was no national mourning, this would be the place where they would rest on the first night when they stayed at the Xuanping Hou Mansion.

This courtyard was newly decorated, almost by Shen Anqiu. The style is similar to the main courtyard of Yun Mansion. This was originally the busiest place today, but at this moment, it is deserted. People get chills.

"Young master."

There was a soft voice behind him. Shen Anqiu pretended not to hear it, stepped through the door and went inside.

Ling Xiang pursed her lips, turned and left.

After Yun Qingyin woke up, she sat alone for a while. She didn't ask Liu Zhu where Shen Anqiu had gone. Her body was still feeling a little exhausted after the pain. She stood up, changed her dress, and went there by herself without calling Gu Yang. Went to Xuanpinghou Mansion.

She didn't want to alarm anyone, so she relied on her memory to come to a yard and gently opened the door.

When he entered the house, he saw Shen Anqiu drinking alone. He was just sitting there, not looking drunk, but based on Yun Qingyin's experience, he was actually drunk.

Yun Qingyin walked over and knelt down in front of him. Shen Anqiu also looked over. The two looked at each other for a while. Yun Qingyin suddenly moved up to kiss him. Shen Anqiu responded to her, holding the back of her head with one hand and entangled her tenderly for a long time. But taking a step closer, Shen Anqiu wanted to stop.

Yun Qingyin disagreed. She hugged Shen Anqiu tightly without letting go at all. She looked at Shen Anqiu with stubborn eyes. Shen Anqiu seemed helpless and said, "You will be in pain."

Yun Qingyin asked, "Will I still remember you tomorrow?"

Shen Anqiu pursed her lips.

Yun Qingyin just looked at him without urging. Shen Anqiu kissed her again, harder than before, with a strong desire to rub Yun Qingyin into her bones and blood.