Behind Jian Yong, he looked at his back walking away slowly with square steps, and then completely disappeared. Huang Qiong turned his head and returned his gaze to the articles in front of him. After picking it up again and looking at it carefully, Huang Qiong had to admit that this guy's concealment method was indeed the most suitable method to solve the current problem.
But in this way, he became the target of public criticism. After thinking for a long time, but still unable to come up with a better way, Huang Qiong gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, checked out more than half of Jian Yong's clauses, and wrote a new memorial by himself. In the memorial, Huang Qiong proposed to immediately return the land under the name of Prince Jing's Mansion to the original owner.
Only the eight thousand acres of land rewarded by the emperor when King Jing passed away. As for the extra words, Huang Qiong didn't write a single word. Huang Qiong knew that with his shrewdness as an emperor, he could not write in detail. But I, the emperor, should understand it clearly. In this matter, this is all that I can do, and the rest is beyond my power.
After writing this memorial, Huang Qiong did not hesitate and immediately recruited people and sent them out urgently at a cost of 800 miles. However, after this memorial was sent out, Huang Qiong felt unusually tired. This fatigue is not physical, but mental. After handling this matter, Huang Qiong left the Zhengzhou Magistrate's Yamen and returned to Prince Jing's Mansion where he stayed.
After returning to Prince Jing's Mansion, Huang Qiong went to the backyard first. Seeing that the inner residence of Prince Jing's Mansion was now covered with white curtains, it already looked like a mourning hall. Then in the small main hall of the back house, in addition to the smell of sandalwood, there was also a faint, slightly suppressed cry.
Seeing the current scene in the back house of Prince Jing's Mansion, Huang Qiong hesitated for a moment and then walked in. On an altar table in the hall, the spiritual tablet of King Jing was placed. In front of the spiritual throne, a pillar of sandalwood is slowly rising. At this moment, King Jing's famous concubine and several children were kneeling on the futon in mourning clothes and crying.
The eldest son of the king was burning some tin foil, paper money and the like in a pottery basin. However, his mother was nowhere to be seen at this time. I just don't know whether it was because Princess Jing was imprisoned, or because I felt that the situation in front of me was a bit embarrassing, and I didn't want to appear.
After offering a stick of incense to his second brother, Huang Qiong did nothing but stood silently in front of King Jing's memorial tablet. There are no noisy sorrows and music, no white tents in the sky, and no officials coming and going to investigate. Even apart from a few concubines of King Jing, there were not even many people keeping watch.
Is this scene in front of me a funeral ceremony that a prince of the dynasty should have? I'm afraid even ordinary wealthy families can't compare. But in this current situation, Huang Qiong can only do so much. Thinking of this, Huang Qiong looked in the direction of the capital to the west and sighed in his heart: "Prince Jing's coffin should have arrived at Jingzhao Mansion by now."
Seeing Huang Qiong's face looking a little sad, Princess Jing walked over. He called several of King Jing's children and dragged them to Huang Qiong and said, "Kneel down and kowtow to your Ninth Uncle. From now on, our family, young and old, will have to count on your Ninth Uncle to take care of you. You must respect your Ninth Uncle from now on. Just like your father is alive."
When the children heard what their aunt said, there was no ambiguity. Under the leadership of Wang eldest son, he knelt down directly to Huang Qiong and kowtowed. Seeing this scene, Huang Qiong hurriedly stopped several children and said to Princess Jing: "Second sister-in-law, why is this? How can I afford such a big gift? Don't worry, you and the sisters-in-law, I have always been Do what you say."
But in response to Huang Qiong's words, Princess Jing shook her head and said: "Ninth brother, my sister-in-law understands your thoughts. But these children don't understand, and some people in the family don't understand. Their father is dead now. Although the imperial court has not issued an order to confiscate the family, it will happen sooner or later. From now on, the only one they can count on is the ninth brother."
"Although they are young now, they need to know who they should be grateful to. They need to know that if this Zhengzhou envoy were replaced by someone else, the whole family would probably be gone. They can survive today because of You are so kind as an uncle. No one can be fooled into forgetting who saved their lives."
After Princess Jing said these words, Huang Qiong knew that this was his second sister-in-law, and now she was somewhat unable to control the affairs in the house. Some people, especially the concubines who have children, are probably ready to stir things up now. Presumably, the mother-in-law of the eldest son of the king, who gave birth to the eldest son of Prince Jing, may have stirred up things a lot.
My second sister-in-law has never done anything. In this era, Wuhou was originally one of the seven. Now that my second brother is dead, what matters now is to obey your father at home, your husband when you get married, and your son when your husband dies. Princess Jing, who has no children of her own, is probably being taken care of by someone. This second sister-in-law wants to use her hands to beat someone.
But no matter what Princess Jing said, Huang Qiong still insisted on not letting several children knock this head. He picked up the youngest of several children. This is a girl, younger than Shouyang. At this time, this newly sensible child was looking at the strange Uncle Jiu in front of him with his eyes open. Huang Qiong touched his little head lovingly.
After hugging King Jing's children one by one, Huang Qiong asked Liu Hu's sister-in-law to take them out. Then she turned to look at King Jing's concubines and said with a murderous look on her face: "You don't want anything messy. I will take care of my children honestly. If there is someone who cannot keep it and wants to marry again in the future, I will naturally make arrangements."
"If you can keep it, take good care of the child. He will be a support for you in the future. If the child becomes talented in the future, my father will definitely not let his children and grandchildren have no one to take care of him. There will be a proper arrangement, and at least there will be a hereditary Official position. But if someone has thoughts that they shouldn’t have and causes trouble at this time. Don’t blame me for being ruthless. Is it difficult to steal your natal family? "
"Prince Jing's palace has to tolerate people who know the rules, and the Tian family cannot tolerate people like that. The second sister-in-law is the royal concubine of Prince Jing appointed by the emperor's father. If you say good things, she is your sister, and if you say bad things, she is your master. If so Anyone who behaves like a slave and deceives his master will be punished by this king directly. Where to go, you decide for yourself."
Huang Qiong turned to Princess Jing and said: "Second sister-in-law, if someone is causing trouble, just follow the rules of Prince Jing's Mansion and just follow the rules of Prince Jing's Mansion. If anything happens, I will take care of it for you. I am outside the Zhengzhou Magistrate's Yamen today, killing people." We have over a hundred stewards and servants in Prince Jing’s Mansion, and we don’t care about killing dozens more. Here, little brother, there is no crime that is less than that of the family.”
After Huang Qiong finished speaking, several concubines were trembling with fright. The mother of Wang's eldest son who had just been brought was so frightened that she just piled on the ground and did not dare to raise her head. Several women thought that this King of England, who had been gentle and gentle when they met before, killed more than a hundred people in one go. They all know what role their natal family plays in certain matters.
No one in my family, whether in Beijing or in Zhengzhou Prefecture, has made a fortune without relying on King Jing's power. Not to mention that the King of England wanted to make trouble, even if he wanted to investigate normally, no one could pass the investigation. Listening to what the King of England meant, if he was dishonest, his family would definitely be in trouble as well.
There is nothing wrong with your family, but doesn't that mean that whether your biological family will be investigated depends on your future performance? After thinking about this, several concubines, especially those who had children, instantly became honest. Under the leadership of Wang's eldest son's biological mother, he kowtowed three times to Princess Jing honestly.
These women all came from small families. Apart from giving birth to children for King Jing, they actually had no support. Huang Qiong's repeated beatings made the thoughts in the hearts of several women that they shouldn't have completely disappear. The gestures of these concubines undoubtedly meant something, and after Princess Jing and Huang Qiong looked at each other, they both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
After beating several concubines, King Jing's mourning hall fell into a strange calm again. The children of King Jing who were brought back again knelt in front of the memorial tablet and burned paper for their father. At this moment, Huang Qiong, who was thinking a lot, looked at King Jing's spiritual throne and quietly wondered what he was thinking.
Huang Qiong's second sister-in-law was also sitting on a chair looking at King Jing's tomb with the same preoccupations. The two concubines were silent and were beaten so hard that no one dared to speak. Everyone's eyes were unanimously focused on King Jing's spiritual throne. Even if he occasionally glanced at Huang Qiong's back, he couldn't help but tremble.
It wasn't until the sky got dark that Huang Qiong stood up, bowed deeply to King Jing's tomb, and then turned around and left. Walking outside the mourning hall, looking at the He sisters standing there, Huang Qiong ordered: "If someone is disrespectful to Princess Jing in the future, you don't need to worry about their identity, just take it down. If there is someone who blocks it, in your hands What is your sword made of?"
When Huang Qiong came over, the He sisters were a little distracted when they thought of the noises they heard last night. Huang Qiong's face turned red after being scolded by these words, and she felt very unfair in her heart. Think about it, although my appearance and figure are not as good as those of senior sister Lin Wanqing, they are not bad compared to Myolie Zhu.
But why could she gain the favor of the British king, but she could only stay here with a group of orphans and widows? Princess Jing is no more noble than them now, isn't she? Besides, if Princess Jing doesn’t say anything, how can she do it herself? Thinking of this, perhaps because the twins had a tacit understanding, the He sisters' eyes turned red together, and they looked like they were weeping.
When I saw these two sisters, they were scolded by me so much that they actually looked like they were about to cry. Knowing that these two people were more jealous and aggrieved, Huang Qiong couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He could only pinch the noses of the two girls and said: "Okay, don't make you cry just by saying a word. I know that I have wronged you this time, and I will compensate you when I return to Jingzhao."
Huang Qiong also knew that these two women grew up in Jianghu sects, and they might be able to fight and kill each other, but if they wanted to play this kind of harem fight, at least they were not the right material now. He also asked them to follow Princess Jing every step of the way. It was certain that these two girls felt a little aggrieved. But Huang Qiong, who still didn't know that he had been deceived, didn't think about anything else.
He patted the two girls on the shoulders and said nothing more. Looking back at this small hall, in the past, it might have been just Prince Jing entertaining guests privately, but now it has become a small, small hall where a prince's mourning hall is located. After looking at the incense inside, Huang Qiong turned and left without saying anything. But when leaving, Huang Qiong's mind seemed extremely heavy.
