The whole capital thinks I'm a lone star

Chapter 69 Departing for Beijing
This group of people was driven to the shelves, no matter how capable they are, their foundation is not worth it. Fortunately, Wei Zhao has rescued many well-known people before, so they can help them a little bit.

In the afternoon, before Wei Zhao went to the Buddhist hall to copy the scriptures, he asked Qiuying to pack her things.

Qiuying turned her head around, and said pleasantly, "Miss, are we going back to Beijing?"

After being out for so long, I really want to go back.

"almost."

After leaving the residence, Wei Zhao saw that Lin Ze was giving Lin Yu some instructions in a low voice. She looked away lightly and went to the small Buddhist hall.

She knew about Lin Ze's absence a few days ago, it might be that the Emperor Chu had assigned him another task, and protecting her was just a cover.

The corner of the white skirt disappeared into the corner of the wall. Lin Ze glanced here and patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, "Be more alert, don't spread what I told you just now."

"Well." Lin Yuzheng nodded, and the surprise on his face hadn't completely faded away. His elder brother actually said that His Royal Highness Prince Gong died, and Jiangnan was not peaceful.

It is impossible to hide such a big event as the prince's death in the south of the Yangtze River, so Rong Mu sent someone to deliver the letter to the capital quickly, and at the same time set off to return to the capital with Prince Gong's coffin.

The follow-up matters of the disaster relief were all handled by Zhao Zuo, the minister of the Ministry of Industry. As for Li Ming, the servant of the Ministry of Households who had been unable to find anyone, he wanted to see people when he was alive, and he wanted to see corpses when he died.

Things were well arranged, but His Royal Highness King An seemed to have forgotten one person from the beginning to the end.

The lucky star from the capital is still copying scriptures in Ding'an Temple.

According to Rong Mu's usual tight-knit style of doing things, he would not ignore this point, but this trip to the south of the Yangtze River has consumed him a lot of energy from the beginning, and with the death of Prince Gong, it is difficult to cover everything.

Seven days later, Fuxing and Zhao Zuo, the minister of the Ministry of Industry who finally completed the disaster relief work, set off for Beijing together.

When they left, they were greeted by the people in the south of the Yangtze River.

"I am grateful to Your Majesty for sending lucky stars to Jiangnan, and to thank the lucky stars for turning Jiangnan from danger to safety."

"Fu Xing is leaving now. I'm really reluctant. If she hadn't come all the way to help, we still wouldn't be able to eat or wear clothes."

"Sister Fairy, don't go, mother, I want to see the fairy."

"Fu Xing is really a good person. A good person will live a safe life. My son, please kowtow to Fu Xing and thank her for bringing us good fortune."

Listening to these heartfelt words, the corners of someone's mouth twitched slightly, their expression stiffened.

This person is Mr. Zhao, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, the main force of this disaster relief. He has been in Jiangnan for nearly a month, and he has lost weight rapidly. His cheeks, which were barely handsome, are sunken.

If I remember correctly, he is the one who actually does practical things.

From the beginning to the end, Mr. Zhao didn't hear a word of gratitude to him.

It's not that he cares about these two words of gratitude, he's really not the kind of person who repays favors, but he just feels so depressed that he doesn't know what's going on, probably because he's too tired.

The disaster in the south of the Yangtze River is over, and the shipping has resumed as before. When they returned, they took the waterway and returned to Beijing at about the same time as An Wang and others who left earlier.

The capital, outside the south gate.Summer is over and autumn is here.

Teams of guards stood neatly, and several luxuriously dressed men looked solemn, looking into the distance.

A carriage was parked quietly aside, and weeping could be heard from inside it from time to time.

"Mother and concubine, the father and king have already gone, and you are the only child left, you must take care of your health." The young man in brocade clothes comforted his mother over and over again, holding back his tears.

The woman with red eyes was about to say something when she heard the sound of horseshoes, "Quick, your father is back."

(End of this chapter)