Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 696 The Pit Depth Changed to 131 Meters (4)
Everyone came back to their senses, knowing that they had escaped, their backs were wet with sweat.

"Follow His Highness's will..."

Song Xi waved his hand, and said in a neutral manner: "Let's go!"

Everyone was so shocked that their nerves were tense, and they just waited for his words.

So thank you, and dispersed with a "boom".

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I would rather be a dog of peace than a person in troubled times.

Whether it is a minister of the DPRK or China or a common man, if he wants to live a peaceful and decent life, he needs a country's political stability in order to live and work in peace and contentment.Therefore, the life and death of the emperor is not only related to the royal family, but also related to the world.On this day, the death knell rang out in the palace, and the event of Emperor Hua's death was like a spring breeze with a cold current, quickly blowing through Lin'an Mansion, and scattered across the river north and south.

Accompanied by the death knell, there is also the first spring thunder of this year.

The thunder of "rumbling" knocked on the glazed tiles of Jinrui Hall.When the ministers of the court heard the bad news, they went to the court one after another and gathered in the side hall of the Jinrui Hall.The crown prince Song Xi sat in the first place, and the princes and grandchildren sat in the side seats, all with mournful faces, immersed in the sudden funeral news like the ministers and workers, and no one spoke for a long time.

Song Xi looked around at everyone, frowning suddenly.

"Why didn't Shijun Xiao come?"

A guard stepped forward, "His Royal Highness. Xiao Shijun is not at the Privy Councilor's Mansion. He went to Miss Peng's house last night. He didn't return all night. His subordinates have sent people to look for it. I believe he will enter the palace soon."

With a soft "um", Song Xi glanced at him indifferently, and the corners of his tightly pursed lips showed a resolute edge. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Then dear friends, let's discuss the matter of funeral for the late emperor."

Everyone responded in a low voice.

There are clear rules for funerals, and the court also has money, so it's not a difficult thing to do.

And once the emperor dies, it is a big deal for the new king to ascend the throne.

Therefore, before the discussion of the funeral was over, Prime Minister Su Yi took the lead, and several people came out to "persuade him to advance" and persuade the prince to ascend the throne.Song Xi raised his head slightly, his serious eyes passed over the heads of the crowd, and he found that a few "persuades" were all old ministers of the Xie family or Nan Rong, and more people were silent.

Generally speaking, in order to "contribute to the merits of the dragon", ministers will scramble to "persuade them to advance".As for today's situation, Song Xi knew very well in his heart that these people were old fritters, and they didn't dare to speak casually before the news came. They were all waiting for one person——Xiao Qian.

Someone "persuaded him to come in", so the prince naturally had to reject it first.

Song Xi pursed his lips lightly, and sighed: "This palace is not as good as the late emperor, and not as capable as all the emperor's younger brothers... Let's discuss this matter later."

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The rain and fog gathered into a faint cloud of smoke in the sky.

There was thunder and thunder, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. On an official road far away from Lin'an Mansion, the rainwater splashed by horseshoes splashed high, and the grass that had just emerged from the soil beside the road was muddy.

A group of dozens of people galloped along the official road, but no one spoke quietly.

"Master! Look quickly." Suddenly a guard pointed to him in surprise.

Xiao Qian reined in the horse, his clothes were already half wet.

Standing in the middle of the road, he waited for the person in front of him to come over with a cold expression.

"Yu——" a man wearing a cloak carefully stopped in front of Xiao Qian's horse, helped the rain off his face, and reported: "Master, our troops divided into three groups and chased south for about an hour. A hundred miles away, I don't see the carriage of the Young Madam and Miss Peng... Look, do you want to continue chasing south?"

Xiao Qian stared at him, but didn't answer right away.He looked at the muddy official road, the traces of the wheels, as if immersed in his own thoughts, frowning, thinking for a while, and then slowly raised his hand.

(End of this chapter)