Prosperous advisors

Chapter 383 Qingyi returns to Beijing (1)
When their palms met, Murong Yu and Wuxin each took a few steps back.When Murong Yu stood firm, Mu Qingyi outside the door was already surrounded by more than a dozen guards.And these guards all held crossbows loaded with arrows in their hands, and they all pointed at the people inside the door.

"Master Gu, don't act rashly." Lingshu advised in a deep voice.

Murong Yu snorted, without words.Outside the door, Mu Qingyi smiled sweetly, "Since it's all right, Guzhu Zhu, Elder Lingshu, we will meet later."

Lingshu was not angry, and smiled with low eyebrows, "Miss Mu, there will be a period later."

In the Pengcheng prefect's mansion, the prefect Bu Yutang was pacing restlessly in the side hall. In the room inside, the doctor was treating Rong Xuan's wounds.

Buy Yutang deeply felt that this year must be the most unlucky year in his life.All right, a group of people from the rivers and lakes came to fight and kill, bringing to a hasty end the traditional flower fair that had lasted for hundreds of years in Pengcheng.Now even the two princes sent by His Majesty were killed and the other injured, and the one with the most valuable status was injured. He could almost see his head dangling on his neck.

A doctor came out from inside, Bu Yutang quickly got up and grabbed him and asked, "Doctor, how are the people inside injured?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment and said: "It's nothing serious. It should be fine after half a month. But there is a lot of blood left, so it looks a little serious."

Buyu Tang heaved a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "Thank you doctor, I'm sorry to trouble you." The doctor nodded and went to decoct the medicine, and Buyu Tang walked around the side hall twice, cursing inwardly.When the two princes went out together, they were almost dead. One prince died, but the other was only slightly injured. If there is nothing tricky about it, who would believe it.

Buy Yutang has no interest in taking care of the struggles among these princes, but now that people are dying and injured on his territory, he can't get away with it anyway.Taking a deep breath, Bu Yutang closed his eyes, turned around and went to the study to write a letter of apology.

This time, it was luck to be able to save a life, and if he lost his life, he could only blame himself for suffering.

When the news of King Zhi's death came back to the capital, Young Master Rong Jiu was half lying on the chair in the study in a daze.On the desk not far away is a picture of a beauty that has just been painted and has not had time to frame.In the painting, a beautiful and refined girl in white clothes is sitting by the river with a smile on her face and holding a simple Yaoqin.Strange and enchanting flowers bloom all around the girl.There is also a blood-red lotus floating on the river in front of him. The gorgeous and eye-catching eyes did not take away the demeanor of the girl in white. The only pure and quiet in the noisy world.

The girl in white is naturally Mu Qingyi, but the difference is that there is a golden cloud pattern between the girl's eyebrows.It seems that she is ethereal and looks like a fairy.

Rong Jin looked at the picture scroll on the table with pity, and sighed faintly, "I haven't seen Qingqing for a long time."

"My lord, my lord..." Xue Ren rushed in, forgetting even the announcement.Fortunately, Rong Jin was quite tolerant towards those he trusted around him, so he just glanced at him lightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xue Ren gasped, shock was written on his wrinkled face, "My lord, the news just came back from outside that His Highness Zhiwang...His Royal Highness Zhiwang passed away..."

Rong Jin paused for a moment with his hand playing with the folding fan, and soon returned to normal, and said calmly, "It's just death, what's the matter with me?"

"My lord, be careful." Xue Ren advised earnestly: "The lord has already started to listen to the government, so he is no longer a child. These words must never be said outside, His Royal Highness...is the eldest brother of the lord, is the current Prince Chao."

Rong Jin frowned, and lazily said: "This king knows. You can go down."

Xue Renyi was stunned, and quickly said: "My lord, although the body of His Highness Wang Zhi has not been brought back yet, the residence of Prince Zhi has already set up a mourning hall. Logically, the lord is going to pay homage." Xue Ren didn't know what to do. Who is to blame.When the prince was a child, he should have been locked up in the plum garden alone when he was learning etiquette, and no one paid attention to him.When he got older, his health was not good, and His Majesty pampered him again, and no one dared to take care of him.So much so that the prince doesn't pay attention to many etiquettes at all.Ordinarily, the prince is such a smart person, even if he can see it, he should understand it.Sure enough, there are some things that really need to be taught from childhood.If the prince is rejected by His Majesty because of etiquette, how can he explain to Concubine Mei when he goes to hell.

Seeing that Xue Ren was about to recite sutras again, Rong Jin glanced at him angrily and said, "Shut up! I'm going!" I don't know when, this old man always likes to say that if Mr. Gu knows Yunyun... ...Take the chicken feather and use it as an arrow, and when Qingqing comes back, send him home to retire!

Seeing Rong Jin get up with a gloomy face, Xue Ren wanted to persuade him again, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.If you have a gloomy face, you should be gloomy. If you go to pay homage to His Royal Highness Wang Jiu with a smile on his face, that would be bad.

Although it wasn't too long before the news came back, there was already a chorus of mourning in Prince Zhi's mansion.White banners were hung everywhere, and the servants of the palace also put on mourning clothes. The mourning hall in the lobby has also been properly arranged, and a coffin of a golden four-clawed golden dragon in gold nanmu is placed in the mourning hall, just waiting for the body of King Zhi to be sent to the mourning hall. It's easy to be buried when you come back.

"His Royal Highness Prince Yu is here!"

With a somewhat sharp communication sound, no matter in the mourning hall, those who were whimpering and crying, or those who were softly persuading, could not help but suffocate, and looked towards the gate with some horror.King Zhi is dead, so is it possible that King Yu will come to make trouble?
Princess Zhi, who was over forty years old, looked like ten years old in less than a day, and her already ugly expression became even uglier when she heard this voice.Standing up while holding the hand of the son of the prince, he looked angrily at the prince in black who walked in from the door.

"Ninth brother, stop." Princess Zhi took a deep breath, but still stepped forward to stop Rong Jin.The prince is dead, and although the body has not returned, the place of the mourning hall cannot be disturbed.

Rong Jin looked at Concubine Zhi with some doubts, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing?"

Concubine Zhi supported her crumbling body and said: "My lord is dead, please let my ninth brother let you go with peace of mind." Having said this, Concubine Zhi couldn't help wiping away her tears again.Although his own prince is not His Majesty's favorite prince, he still has the name of his son-in-law. As long as he is around, no one in Zhiwangfu will dare to underestimate him.But now, they are left with orphans and widows...

Rong Jin frowned, and said: "I'm here to burn incense for elder brother, why can't elder brother feel at ease?" It's really inexplicable, it was Xue Renfei who wanted him to come, and they wouldn't let him in at all!

"Incense?" Princess Zhi couldn't react.

Rong Jin said with a sullen face: "Otherwise, what would I do here?" Make a scene in the mourning hall?He and Rong Huang don't have such a deep blood feud yet, okay?
(End of this chapter)