Lonely non-good minister

It can be seen that if you want your children and grandchildren to be happy for a long time, you must never pin your hopes on others. If you have the ability, the most important thing is to plan for yourself and your children and grandchildren.

After clearing his mind, Song Yuan returned to Mingzhang Hall. The princesses from Concubine Xi cried loudly, and two of them passed out from grief. The person helped him to rest and was busy preaching the doctor.

Song Yuan was squeezed into a corner, looking at their mess, he didn't know what to do.

"Tsk~" Someone behind him smacked his lips in disdain: "Hypocrisy."

Um?Is the evaluation so sharp?
Song Yuan turned around to see who it was, but he was facing the person who was speaking, with an exquisite half mask and a charming half face, even in mourning clothes, he was still charming and charming, swept away by her cold eyes, Song Yuan directly Scalp numb.

"Auntie." Song Yuan wanted to slip away, this woman almost skinned her, she was afraid.

Taiyuan recognized her, and grabbed Song Yuan's collar with his fingers: "What a coincidence, isn't this Zhongshan Wang's Xiaojiu?"

Song Yuan was polite: "Yes, aunt should step forward, how can she stand here? Please, aunt."

Song Yuan directly squeezed the people next to him away, and forced a way for Taiyuan to let her go forward.

Taiyuan didn't move, and looked at the crying people with cold eyes, "I don't like excitement."

This is called lively?

Song Yuan saw that she didn't want to go up and follow the show, so she shut up. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she expected that Taiyuan would not dare to skin her here.

"I heard that you showed off your skills in the racecourse. No wonder you killed the people in my house." Taiyuan glanced at Song Yuan. She was not interested in the death of Concubine Xi. unwilling to come.

Song Yuan hurriedly bowed: "Nephew is not sensible, please ask Auntie Haihan to change the date."

Song Yuan subconsciously wanted to say that he would come to the door to apologize, but fortunately, his mind turned quickly, so he didn't let the words go out. He came to the door to apologize, so why not send it to her door and let her clean it up?

Taiyuan glanced at her arrogantly: "Look at the scar on your face, you must have a lot of scars on your body, I don't like your skin anymore, it's so rough."

"." Song Yuan was stunned and had nothing to say, so he shut up wisely.

"His Royal Highness, Your Royal Highness." The people in front shouted, but the crown prince fainted, and the situation became more and more chaotic for a while. The juniors rushed forward and helped the prince to rest outside.

King Zhongshan and others followed to the side hall, and Song Yuan also followed, and all the men who followed, regardless of whether they were real or not, surrounded the prince with concerned faces.

The prince opened his eyes slowly after the imperial physician administered the needle, but his face was still full of grief, his eyes were distracted, as if he was unconscious.

"Your Highness is mourning." King Zhongshan persuaded from the side: "The imperial concubine and empress have passed the age of seventy, and they have lived a long life. They should have no regrets if they can serve their biological mother until the age of seventy."

The prince remained silent with a sad look on his face.

"Where is the emperor?" Song Zheng hurriedly asked, "Where is the emperor?"

They have been here for so long and Emperor Taikang did not show up. It is really inappropriate, and Emperor Taikang should be invited to come over to see the grief-stricken look of the crown prince.

No one spoke, Song Yuan had no choice but to speak: "The servant came to report just now, saying that the emperor is hiding in the Taihua Palace and is sad."

As soon as she spoke, several eyes fell over, and the prince also looked over, but it seemed that he didn't believe that Emperor Taikang would hide and be sad. They knew Emperor Taikang too well, and they knew that he was simply too lazy to show up.

"Ah~" The prince sighed, supported Song Zheng's arm and sat up straight, with his back bent and silent, the juniors did not make a sound, and the princes did not speak.

"You all go and kneel down." Zhongshan King said, and kicked out all the juniors.

Song Yuan just followed, Song Zhu was the fastest, and said in a low voice: "The imperial concubine passed away, it's fine if the emperor doesn't show up, there is no posthumous title, no posthumous title, what is this? Is it possible to be buried with the imperial concubine ceremony?"

"There should be ministers asking for posthumous posthumous titles later." Song Chun responded, looked at Song Yuan and asked, "What did the emperor ask you to do?"

Song Yuan confessed honestly: "The emperor mentioned Empress Yuanjing and Prince Wenhui."

Song Zhu frowned: "Grand Concubine Xi passed away, why did you mention them?"

"It is said that Concubine Xi said that she had been a concubine all her life before her death. The emperor felt that no one could compare with Empress Yuan Jing. He also said that if Prince Wen Hui was still alive, the throne of the country should have been handed over to him." Song Yuan didn't want to hide it. These things.

Song Chun and Song Zhu were silent for a while after hearing this. They were older and had met Prince Wen Hui when they were young. Naturally, they knew how much Emperor Taikang valued his son-in-law. If he hadn't died in battle, there would be no Prince Edward and King Zhongshan. thing?

It's just that Concubine Xi's chanting before her death didn't seem like she was asking for status, but like she was begging for a little affection from the emperor for the prince's plan, but it's a pity that Emperor Taikang didn't accept this.

"Let's go back." Song Chun didn't want to say too much because there were so many people, so he took them back first.

The concubines in the palace are all elderly people. Concubine Xi has been ill for several months. The inner court has already quietly prepared the coffin, but Emperor Taikang has no will. So he didn't dare to change her clothes easily. On a hot day, he let her lie in his bedroom. At night, there was already a faint smell.

Xiao Shen really couldn't stay in the palace, she dragged Song Yuan outside and knelt, many noble family members also came out, bitten by mosquitoes and smelled, few people could bear it.

"How long has it been? It shouldn't smell so strong." The other noble family members discussed in a low voice.

"The noble concubine is getting old, and she is sick because of the cold, so she dare not touch the water. She is old and smelly, and she hasn't been scrubbed for a long time. Before she came to ask for safety, she relied on the incense in the hall. Today, the incense is gone, so what's the matter?" There are many people crowded inside, and the smell of medicine is naturally unpleasant."

"No wonder, the weather is so hot, if it is delayed for a few days, I really can't imagine it."

Their voices became quieter, and Xiao Shen just listened with lowered eyes. She always obeyed the rules and knelt very upright. Song Yuan did not dare to relax, and knelt obediently.

Song Chun came from a distance, holding a few sticks of wormwood incense in his hand, knelt down and handed them over: "Mosquito bites, take this."

"Thank you, Shizi." Xiao Shen took it.

Song Yuan also took one, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, does the emperor have any orders yet?"

Song Chun shook his head, turned around and handed one to Lin and Wang, and went forward to hand the other two to Shen and Concubine Li, then knelt down beside Shen, and followed everyone to watch the spirit.

It wasn't until late at night that the imperial decree came to pursue the posthumous posthumous title of Zhenjing the noble concubine, and to be buried with the ceremony of a noble concubine.

There was no posthumous title, as expected by many people, the palace staff hurriedly changed Concubine Xi into a concubine uniform, and when she was put into the coffin, everyone watched from the sidelines as usual.