Huang Qiong did not think that the emperor would tell his mother about this matter. As an emperor, I always think too much about everything. Especially when it comes to matters involving his mother and son, he appears to be a cautious person. In this case, even a fool can guess the identity of the murderer, at least until the real mastermind is roughly found.
Unless he was really seriously injured and died, he would not tell his mother right away. Although the old man doesn't have control over everything about his ex-wife. But judging from my grandfather's well-preserved tomb, I, the emperor, obviously know where his ex-wife's betrayal lies.
It is because of the cautious character of the old man that he will not hide it for too long. But at least he won't tell his mother easily until he finds a time he thinks is appropriate. It was precisely because he knew the emperor's character that Huang Qiong excluded him immediately. But Huang Qiong didn't figure out who this person was. At least the prince would not do such a stupid thing.
Although with my mother's skills, if she wanted to leave the palace, she would not be discovered easily. But there are always surprises in everything, right? Now Huang Qiong is very worried about her mother. Despite his confidence in his mother's abilities. But after all, my mother was alone in the palace, and even a good tiger couldn't stand up to a pack of wolves.
Thinking of this, Huang Qiong smiled to himself. If you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, how can you help your mother? Back in the mourning hall, Huang Qiong stared blankly at Chen Yao's coffin, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart: "Sister Yao, what do you think I should do now?"
Huang Qiong, who was deep in thought, did not notice that the acupuncture points of several guards guarding the mourning hall had already healed themselves. It's just that after these guards woke up, they were scared to death when they saw that they had fallen asleep at some point. Since the assassination of the British King, the British King has almost become the most important protection target after the emperor.
At the time, Wang Dalong, the leader of the British Royal Guards, almost committed suicide because of this incident. It was the King of England's efforts to ensure that he would not blame others, that he was demoted by two levels and retained. People like myself have no friendship with the King of England at all. If the emperor or the king of England pursues him, he will be dismissed from his post, which is the lightest punishment.
Fortunately, the King of England, who was standing in front of the coffin, didn't seem to care about this, nor did he show any displeasure. Several guards quickly stood up again, and with the slaves and eunuchs who were also scared to death after waking up, they each guarded their positions, not daring to show any signs of laziness.
Of course, this young prince was already used to seeing the coffin in a daze all night long. These days, doesn't the young prince look like this at night, after the crowd of condolences has dispersed? It's not as strange as it is now.
Huang Qiong was in a daze and didn't wake up until dawn. His mother's words were like a wake-up call to him, letting Huang Qiong know that he had to pick himself up again and could not continue to be so decadent. Otherwise, it is not only the mother who will be disappointed, but also those who have been caring about her, and even her lover who lost his life for him.
Thinking of this, Huang Qiong turned around and said to Li Hai, who hurried over after discovering that his master was not in the bedroom: "You go and prepare hot water. I want to wash up now. After Mr. Jia wakes up, you can bring Mr. Jia to the bedroom." Sir, come to the study. Remember, don't disturb Mr. Jia. When he wakes up naturally, just find him."
Seeing that his master had changed from his previous dejected state. Although his face was still haggard, his spirit had at least partially recovered. He was completely different from his previous dejected appearance. Li Hai quickly said with joy: "Master, please stay with me for a while, and I will prepare some hot food for you right away." Water, now tell the kitchen to prepare breakfast for you."
"You don't know, you have scared all the slaves these days. I am really, really happy to see you recover." These words were spoken by Huang Qiong's personal eunuch. Sincerity, no falsehood at all. After that, he wiped away his tears. Huang Qiong could see that this little eunuch was really happy for him, and the tears really flowed down.
Seeing the eunuch's true expression, Huang Qiong sighed slightly, patted his shoulder and said: "My king's behavior during this period, let alone others, is a bit embarrassing for you. It makes you all worried. , Don’t worry, your master will not be defeated easily.”
Huang Qiong's somewhat apologetic words made Li Hai even more excited. He has been a eunuch for several years, except for those eunuchs who hold high positions and have a certain level. These little eunuchs had the lowest status in the palace, and even many masters did not regard them as human beings.
They were often beaten and scolded, and hungry meals were commonplace. When the master is angry, eunuchs like them often become the first punching bag. It is not uncommon for people to be killed by sticks for no apparent reason. Not only did this master treat the eunuchs like him as one person, but he actually apologized at this time, which made Li Hai unexcited. He quickly knelt down and kowtowed, almost without crying.
Seeing this guy like this, Huang Qiong shook his head and said: "Don't be like this, I know your loyalty. If you treat me with loyalty, I will naturally treat you with sincerity. Go quickly, after I wash up, There are still things to discuss with Mr. Jia, so don’t delay things.”
After Huang Qiong finished speaking, Li Hai didn't dare to delay. After getting up, he wiped his tears and hurriedly made arrangements. Looking at the eunuch's back, Huang Qiong could only smile bitterly. After turning around and taking another deep look at Chen Yao's coffin, he left the main hall of the palace, which was temporarily decorated as a mourning hall, and returned to his bedroom.
Since Huang Qiong's assassination, almost everything in Tianfu has been supported by him alone, making Jia Quan feel extremely tired. Su Changshi always only received officials who came to express condolences, and never interfered in other matters. Of course he wanted to intervene, but Jia Quan wouldn't let him.
Just by doing this, although there were less troubles, he could only rely on him for most of these things. If Liu Hu's wife hadn't been helping to take care of it and sharing some of the burden, he would have been lying down long ago. These days, Jia Quan didn't sleep much. It was the same Doctor Li who persuaded and threatened him last night before letting him rest for the night.
When he opened his eyes in the morning, he heard Li Hai, who had been guarding outside his door, announcing that the King of England had let him pass. His eyes, which were still a little sleepy at first, immediately became much more energetic. When he saw Li Hai, who had informed him, his face looked a little happy, and he immediately guessed what was going on. He didn't even bother to wash up, and trotted all the way to Huang Qiong's study.
Jia Quan was completely relieved when he saw that he was having a meal. Although his body and mind were a little haggard, his expression was much better. He knew that although his master was very young, he was the kind of person with a will as strong as steel. As long as he can truly let go, he will truly come out.
Compared to Jia Quan who was equally delighted, Huang Qiong immediately put down his breakfast after seeing him come in. He told Li Hai to bring another breakfast and sent Li Hai away. Huang Qiong stood up and bowed deeply to Jia Quan: "Thank you, Mr. Lao. I really feel guilty."
Huang Qiong's bow was sincere, but how could Jia Quan dare to accept it? Jia Quan quickly bowed and said: "My lord, what are you doing? Aren't you trying to compromise your right to kill? Serving the lord is a matter of authority. Why would the lord do this? As long as the prince can restore his former glory." , Quan is willing to do anything.”
At this point, although Jia Quan was hesitant, he also knew that some problems could not be solved by escaping, and he still had to face the reality. He still said: "Your Majesty, how do you think the wife's affairs should be arranged better? Madam. It has been seven days since his death."
"Although it has already entered early autumn, the weather is still a bit hot. If the spirit is suspended for too long, it will not be a problem after all. Quan knows that you and your wife are deeply in love, but some things must be done after all. The day before yesterday, Quan had sent People go to Mang Mountain to find Feng Shui treasures, and now the acupuncture points have been selected.”
"After you have reviewed the matter, we are ready to start building the cemetery. Quan still has a certain understanding of Feng Shui. Judging from the portraits brought back by the painter who followed him, Quan thinks that although it is not a dragon's lair, it is at least in the middle. You Should we take a look in person, or should we let them start construction directly?"
Regarding Jia Quan's intention to bury Chen Yao, Huang Qiong shook his head and said: "Sir, I don't plan to bury Sister Yao now. I have three years to go before becoming a vassal, and at most the year after next. The king's vassal territory should be settled. If we bury him now, it will be troublesome to relocate him later, which will also be a bit bad for Sister Yao."
"After my vassal territory is decided, I will choose a good and auspicious place in the vassal territory, and then I will bury Sister Yao. The time for my vassalship is not far away, and I don't want to leave Sister Yao alone in the vassal territory. This is a sign of the capital. In this way, it is inconvenient for me to come forward now. Mr. Youlao, take this and go to Wuliang Temple in person."
Huang Qiong turned around and took out a jade flute from the bookshelf, handed it to Jia Quan and said, "When you meet the master of the temple somewhere, if you give this to him, you can say that it was entrusted to him by the old people of Tingxue Pavilion." It was the name of the courtyard where Huang Qiong's mother lived in the Huaiyang County Prince's Mansion. The old person from Tingxue Pavilion naturally represents Huang Qiong’s mother.
Even though I know about Infinite View, it is the family temple in my mother’s name. But now Wuliangguan has developed into the number one Taoist incense resort around Jingzhao Mansion. Its influence on both Buddhist and Taoist circles in Jingzhao Prefecture is close to that of White Horse Temple, a Buddhist resort. Although it has always been in the hands of Huang Qiong's mother, if she doesn't reveal her identity, a member of the British Prince's Palace may not give him face.
And even though Chen Yao returned to Beijing this time, her first choice was Wuliangguan. But Huang Qiong knew that with Chen Yao's cautiousness, he might not be able to reveal his identity to countless people. Even the people in that Taoist temple, from the host to the manager, and even the older Taoist priests, were all the people who my mother was in the Huaiyang County Prince's Mansion.
But at least Chen Yao would never say anything until her mother nodded. Huang Qiong is certain of this. That's why I took out the jade flute as my mother's token, and also announced my mother's name in disguise. Otherwise, how could Wuliangguan, which is so popular right now, casually agree to store a coffin?
"This? Now that the prince has made up his mind, Quan will take care of it in a moment. As for Mang Mountain, Quan just asks them to stop." Taking the jade flute, Jia Quan looked at Huang Qiong, who still looked pale, and fell silent. After a while, he said: "Your Majesty, who exactly did this? Do you have an idea in your mind now?"
