The Prime Minister's Wife

Chapter 73 The Journey to the Imperial Mausoleum (4)
However, the content of the book seemed to no longer attract her.

It takes more than half a month to travel from the capital to the Mausoleum of the Imperial Concubine of Fengqi. Along the way, I occasionally meet Mrs. Taiwei, the old man of the Yushi Mansion and Mrs. Yushi, but there is no intersection. Regarding what happened before , everyone knows well that no one can blame anyone, it's just a winner and a loser.

But what surprised Bo Qing was that when she saw Tao Ran in the team, she couldn't shed tears when she saw the coffin. She didn't go to find someone else, but someone else sent it to her door. She didn't let her go.

This silence was maintained until No. 20 days, when they finally arrived at Feiling.

As Mu Zhaoming said, the scenery of Feiling Mausoleum is good. In the early spring season, there is drizzle, mist and mountains, and strange peaks everywhere rise straight up. The mountain walls are cut like knives. The front hall of the concubine's mausoleum is located in the middle of these strange peaks and dangerous mountains.

Boqing got out of the carriage with everyone, and stood in the middle of a white plain dress, with a natural charm. Standing in the crowd, she was particularly eye-catching.

Suddenly, a woman's hand came, and a slightly resentful, familiar voice came: "I haven't seen you for a few months, Mrs. Zuo Xiang has grown taller, and her appearance has become more beautiful. When she grows up, she will definitely be the most beautiful woman in the world."

Boqing didn't even move her eyelids, and said lightly: "Miss Yu is a filial piety for her mother, and I haven't seen her for a long time, and she feels more plump." The carriage of the right minister's mansion was parked next to it, and the person who spoke was not Yu Yanhua, Who else.

snort!
As soon as Boqing's words fell, a cold snort was heard, and an old lady in her sixties, holding the little girl's hand, carefully got out of the carriage.Bo Qing froze slightly, this lady was her real grandmother in her previous life - Mrs. Yulao.

Although I follow my mother's surname Bo because of family reasons, the old lady's love for her has not changed at all, but she is extremely indifferent to Yuyanhua. Mind, a sour in the nose.

Yu Yanhua hurriedly stepped forward, stepped forward to give her a hand, but was thrown away by the old lady who didn't want to, and said coldly: "I am a useless old woman, I dare not work for your Miss Yu."

"grandmother……"

"Something with no rules."

Yu Yanhua's face immediately turned red, and she stood there with aggrieved face. She just saw the ruthlessness, thought of the hatred of losing her mother, and forgot the rules to get off the carriage first. Besides, it's not like she hasn't done these things before. Unexpectedly, the old lady would shame her in public this time.Not even a word of grandmother would allow her to do so.It's all about that slut Bo Qingqing, even after she dies, she still occupies the favor that belongs to her.

Such a loud voice, fearing that everyone nearby would hear it, Boqing couldn't help but secretly chuckled. Seeing that Mrs. Yu was unable to get out of the carriage, she stepped forward involuntarily, gently adjusted the position of the pedals under the carriage, stretched out her hand and said: " Mrs. Yu, slow down, don't worry."

With a vicissitudes on her face, Mrs. Yu was slightly taken aback, then suddenly showed a kind smile, and handed her hand to Bo Qing: "Excuse me, little girl, help me with this old bone that is about to fall apart."

"Old Madam Yu is being polite, as a junior, it should be so." Boqing couldn't help but secretly wiped her sweat, she just got used to it for a while.

"Which family is the little girl from?" Mrs. Yu asked cordially. At that moment just now, she thought she saw her little love again, and her movements and expressions were exactly the same.

"Old madam, it's not the little girl, but the famous Mrs. Zuo Xiang." Yu Yanhua provocatively said without losing the opportunity, who didn't know that his father and Mu Zhaoming had always been at odds in the court, fighting openly and secretly, so the old madam naturally Will not wait for fickleness.

Seeing Yu Yanhua's harsh words, Mrs. Yu couldn't help frowning, and said displeasedly: "What's the matter with us in the man's court, I really don't understand the rules, what kind of life and what kind of species, you don't even know how to deal with it." Not even half of your sister's."

Yu Yanhua couldn't listen to others comparing her to Bo Qingqing, and her complexion changed slightly: "Okay, what is the old madam still talking about that sinner, do you still think she has troubled our Yufu enough? If it wasn't because of her, Dad would It will not change from prime minister to right prime minister."

After Bo Qing heard this, she felt a chill in her heart. Yu Lian's downfall was self-inflicted, and now it was her fault, and she said in a cold voice: "Miss Yu, it is an invariable law that the capable will prevail when you are an official. You Are you doubting the emperor's sageness?"

Yu Yanhua couldn't help being flustered, Mrs. Yu glared at her, and said with a smile: "Yan'er doesn't know the rules, and she talks nonsense for a while, please don't take it to heart, Mrs. Zuo Xiang, Mrs. Zuo Xiang is wise, full court Everyone knows, how can she, a concubine who can't stand on the stage, deny it."

"Old Madam Yu, there is no need to be like this. During this critical period, the younger generation is also worried that Miss Yu will speak out and affect the family." Boqing said with a smile, Yu Yanhua will die sooner or later because of her stupidity and superficiality.

Mrs. Yu also nodded immediately, and glared at Yu Yanhua: "You are away from home, restrain yourself."

Baoqing pretended not to hear, and said with a faint smile: "I have been traveling for several days, and the boats and cars are exhausting. I must be tired. There are many things tomorrow. I will leave without disturbing my wife." A small episode passed like this.

After a night's rest, everyone came to the front hall just after dawn. They were full of helplessness, but they could not kneel upright in front of the coffin. Just in front of them were 99 monks invited from Wolong Temple who were chanting the Great Compassion and Repentance. The person in the middle of the altar was presided over by Qingyuan. In addition, a hundred Taoist priests were invited to set up an altar to chant. The ceremony was quite grand.

Next to Concubine Qiao's coffin, Feng Yunzhi kneeled in front of him with a mournful expression, his face became much thinner, and he couldn't help but smile coldly in his heart.

Seemingly feeling the flinty gaze, Feng Yunzhi turned his head involuntarily, just in time to collide with the flimsy gaze, the former showed a hint of sarcasm, while the latter's pupils were constricted, almost spitting out fire.

Feng Yunzhi immediately clenched his hands into fists, and flirtatiousness actually came to Fei Ling, so don't even think about leaving alive, just stay here and stay with your mother and concubine.

As the days passed, Feng Yunzhi never took any action. If Mu Zhaoming hadn't personally reminded him, Bo Qing would have thought that Feng Yunzhi had given up revenge.

However, he was willing to give up, but she had no intention of letting him go.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and finally it was the day when the coffin was to be sent to the underground palace. The drizzle added to the melancholy. Standing in the rain, Baoqing watched the stone door slowly open. The white jade coffin slowly descended the ground steps and gradually disappeared before everyone's eyes.

Feng Yunzhi suddenly rushed out of the crowd and shouted eagerly: "Wait."

Everyone couldn't help being stunned, narrowed their eyes involuntarily, and saw Feng Yunzhi pounced on the bright yellow figure surrounded by the white crowd, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Father, please allow me to send mother and concubine one more time." Bar."

Emperor Yuan stood under the huge umbrella, his eyes moved slowly, and the continuous rain fell on the toes of his golden boots, ticking, ticking, as if dripping out the melancholy of a generation of emperors, he closed his eyes after a long while and said : "You go. Send her off."

(End of this chapter)