Yu passed away the day after she was moved back to her home.
Zhu Xian and Yu's mother insisted that the family stopped Yu's life-saving medicine and did not let her continue to suffer.
An old man and a young man helped Mrs. Yu dress up and change her clothes, and they made a very decent appearance. However, the skinny body could not hold up the shroud, and it looked empty.
It was agreed upon by the Yu family that Yu should be allowed to go on her own journey and be buried as early as possible.
Therefore, at dawn, the coffin and coffin left the city.
Originally, the daughter who had returned home could not be buried in the ancestral grave, but Yu's mother refused to give in and cited the Empress Dowager's grace as a reason.
The empress advocated that Ah Chan live with her mother-in-law, while the empress advocated severing ties with the Zhu family...
The queen pities these mothers. Do the elders buried in the Yu family's ancestral graves still dislike the Yu family?
Having said that, who can argue?
According to Yu's mother's idea, they were all buried in the ancestral graves, monuments were erected, and memorial tablets were placed at home.
Zhu Xiang kowtowed heavily to his mother and went home to mourn.
Today, the Zhu family was carrying out the execution, and she came holding the memorial tablet. She had to watch it and let her mother see it.
Given the situation of the Zhu family, few relatives and friends would dare to come forward. According to the past management, the execution office had to take care of the matter, roll up mats and transport them outside the city.
Zhu Xiang took out the money, found the coffin, asked someone to help collect the coffin, and transported it to Yizhuang first.
When An Yibo saw her stuffing money, he came up and asked, "You're a very thoughtful kid."
Faced with An Yibo's ferocious face, Zhu Xiang felt weak for a moment, but she quickly calmed down and said: "Grace is kindness, hatred is hatred. I can't just take revenge without repaying kindness."
These principles were all written in the notebook that her mother read to her when she was a child.
My mother always said that when people get along with each other, they will not be completely good or completely bad. There will be times when your teeth will hit your lips, but you can't forget the good or the bad casually.
It's not to settle old scores, but it can't be erased.
Good has existed, bad has also existed, that's all.
Today, the grudges are still the same.
Revenge for killing one's mother, and giving birth to kindness and nurturing kindness, these are two accounts.
An Yibo stroked his beard and laughed.
Keeping grudges clear sounds easy but is difficult to do.
At this age, he sometimes hesitates and hesitates, fearing that he is not as transparent as younger children.
In the afternoon, there was another autumn rain in Beijing.
The blood in Caishikou has been washed away, and the climate has become much cooler.
In Cining Palace, the Empress Dowager was still in bad spirits.
Lin Yunyan took the decoction from the palace maid's hand, touched the edge of the bowl with her palm, and tested the temperature.
The Empress Dowager leaned against the pillow, squinted her eyes and joked with Grandma Wang, "Oh no, the Ai family has become such a child that they don't even know whether to scald their mouths or not."
Lin Yunyan said angrily: "It's important to take good care of your health. One moment I swore that I was not too old and could handle things, but the next moment I fell ill. Do you know how worried I am?"
"Okay, okay, it's the Ai family's fault. The Ai family has boasted about it!" The Queen Mother laughed, "The Ai family has to get old."
Lin Yunyan added: "The concubine is also very concerned about her. I originally wanted to find you to support her, but now I am missing one of them."
"Bah!" the Empress Dowager spat, "The Ai family doesn't know about her yet? In this autumn rainy day, she should take care of her old cold legs first!"
Grandma Wang laughed in agreement.
The maids and maids in the palace all breathed a sigh of relief.
The princess is still capable and knows how to coax the empress dowager. A few words of bickering have blown away the gloom in Cining Palace these days.
Of course, it was the Empress Dowager who was willing to quarrel with the princess.
The soup was almost hot, so the Empress Dowager took it and drank it in one gulp, then rinsed her mouth.
"It's so bitter," she complained. "Next time, tell the doctor to put more licorice."
"Okay, licorice, wolfberry, and longan, more sweet ones." Lin Yunyan said yes, wiped her hands with a handkerchief, and winked at Grandma Wang while the maids were collecting the medicine bowls.
Grandma Wang understood, cleared her throat, and signaled for all the people to withdraw.
Everyone filed out, and the Empress Dowager and Lin Yunyan were the only ones left in the dormitory. Even Grandma Wang went to guard outside.
Lin Yunyan sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You have been holding back your words, why don't you talk to me?"
The Queen Mother sighed: "You kid is almost smarter than your mother."
She does have a lot to say.
In the past few days, she often thought of Li Cang and Shen Yun.
As the legitimate eldest son, Li Cang was the child he gave birth to in ten months of pregnancy. The Empress Dowager loved him very much, but she did not dare to pamper him blindly.
Her love for Li Cang was restrained and she could not indulge or give blindly.
It was impossible for Li Cang to be by her side every day. He was enlightened at a young age and followed the senior ministers to read, read and practice martial arts. He got up early and went to bed late. If anyone in the palace worked harder than him, only his father was too happy. emperor.
"What the Ai family is most happy about is that A Cang is very good. He should be the leader or the virtuous person." The Empress Dowager smiled softly.
Different from Li Cang is Shen Yun.
This niece who lives across the room is truly raised in front of the Empress Dowager.
The words "raising a daughter" are really not just words. They are talking about "serving the empress". In fact, the relationship is the same as that of a biological mother and daughter.
"The Ai family can remember many past events without thinking carefully," the Empress Dowager said. "What did she say and what did she enjoy? She remembers A Cang's things more clearly. If you ask the Ai family to say, Sorry, The family can talk for three days and three nights."
Lin Yunyan rolled her eyes and said, "Then you can talk about three days and three nights. I won't get tired of hearing it."
The Queen Mother must be allowed to speak out.
It doesn't necessarily mean how to view Wang's murder in six years and what the British government was involved in. Just recalling and sorting out some of the past events when His Highness and mother were still alive can make the Queen Mother relax a lot.
And the empress is not willing to tell others these things. Even if she says them to Grandma Wang, the words and feelings will be different.
It was Lin Yunyan who was listening.
Because she is Shen Yun's daughter.
When the Empress Dowager mentioned Shen Yun, Grandma Wang recalled it together, but Lin Yunyan was the one who had more emotional resonance.
The Empress Dowager opened up her chatterbox and did not care about big or small matters. There were many scenes of Prince Ding and Shen Yun joking with her...
As she talked, sleepiness came over her, and the Queen Mother fell asleep again.
Lin Yunyan tucked the quilt for her, stood up and walked out quietly.
When Grandma Wang saw her coming out, she poked her head inside and asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"
Lin Yunyan nodded.
Grandma Wang sighed secretly.
It was really an illness that cost the Queen Mother a lot of energy.
Now that I'm old, I don't know how much effort it will take to raise her back.
I don't know if there is anything that can make her happy.
People always feel better when there is a happy event.
"Thank you for your hard work," said Grandma Wang. "You should rest for a while. When the Queen Mother wakes up, I will send someone to invite you."
Lin Yunyan agreed.
She has been staying in Cining Palace to accompany the Queen Mother these days.
In the west side hall, Wan Yue opened the window to let in some air.
Seeing Lin Yunyan come back, she whispered: "We just had people come to the Imperial Study Room and Cuihua Palace. I knew you were here to talk with me, so I went back again."
Lin Yunyan nodded.
Both came to greet the Empress Dowager.
The Holy Sage was very concerned about his wife's condition and sent greetings to her three times a day. I heard that he would also ask the imperial doctor to reply.
With the Holy Emperor so concerned, Cuihua Palace in the harem must also follow suit.
Cuihua Palace is the palace of the imperial concubine Chang.
After the Holy Emperor ascended the throne, he posthumously named the Xia family the queen. Instead of establishing a new queen, he only named the Chang family and made her the agent of the Sixth Palace.
Mr. Chang has been accompanying him for more than ten years. He has no children and is not considered young among the concubines.
The Empress Dowager was very reassured about Concubine Chang Huang and praised her as a good candidate to take charge of the Sixth Palace.
Lin Yunyan's impression of her was honest and honest.
Above, there is no need to fight with the deceased queen; below, the concubines cannot get past her.
After all, she had no heirs. Instead of wondering about the position of the imperial concubine, the concubines might as well focus their attention on the Holy Emperor.
Therefore, Chang is very stable and has a calm temperament due to his stable environment.
At this time in Cuihua Palace, Mrs. Chang was telling the nanny beside her: "Let the soup simmer for a while. Is the sweet soup ready?"
"Everything is ready, don't worry."
The imperial concubine asked everything one by one, and after making sure there were no omissions, she lay back on the couch and closed her eyes to rest.
After a while, his breathing was long and he obviously fell asleep.
Auntie was not surprised, she just looked at the time and woke up the imperial concubine.
The imperial concubine woke up in a daze and sat down in front of the dressing table. She only regained consciousness after the palace attendants combed her hair and applied makeup again.
She looked in the mirror and muttered: "It looks quite pleasing to the eye."
Grandma was so funny.
The empress looks dignified and beautiful, and looks very blessed.
Not to the point of bewitching a city, but in terms of good-lookingness, she is definitely one of the best, especially as she gets older, she becomes more and more durable. In another twenty or thirty years, she will look like a dignified and wealthy old lady.
The time is just right.
It was announced outside that the Holy Lord was arriving. The imperial concubine took a deep breath, her face flushed, and she regained consciousness completely before standing up to greet him.
The Holy Emperor could not hide the look of exhaustion on his brows, and after signaling to the imperial concubine to excuse herself, he sat down at the table.
The imperial concubine served tea first, and then signaled the maids to set the table without saying a single unnecessary word.
The Holy One is also most satisfied with the imperial concubine.
After getting along for a long time, we both know each other well.
The imperial concubine would not ask him to play the piano, sing, or show off his talent, nor would she ask him a lot of questions out of concern and concern, nor would she use the boring fights between other concubines as a topic to ridicule and belittle him.
The imperial concubine talks little and doesn't want to win over the Sacred Heart's affection, so a balance has been reached between the two of them.
Occasionally when he wanted to say something, the imperial concubine would listen. If he needed advice, the imperial concubine would speak up and stop.
This gentle temperament reminded the Holy Father of himself when he was a prince.
Therefore, whenever His Majesty gets tired, he comes to Cuihua Palace to sit for a while and be a meal partner.
After so many years, they complement each other.
Furthermore, the food cooked by the Cuihua Palace chef is good, and there are many changes outside of the imperial dining room.
After drinking the soup and two glasses of wine, the Holy Spirit finally let go of his fatigue.
"I heard from Shao'er today that he went to the horse farm for training and some golden osmanthus trees were blooming well. He remembered that you liked the fragrance of osmanthus, so he brought some back to you."
The imperial concubine pointed to the vase on the shelf: "As soon as the prince delivered it, my concubine was raised by someone. It smells really comfortable."
"I think Shao'er is good in everything else, but he's not stable enough. He looks like a seven or eight-year-old." The Holy Sage sighed, "If we talk about people of the same age, Xu Jian is more stable. I have wanted to let Xu Jian do it several times. If you follow Shao'er, you can give Shao'er some trouble."
The imperial concubine didn't say anything, and just refilled the Holy Master's glass of wine.
The Holy Master took a sip and said, "Others of the same age are just princes at most, unlike Xu Jian who goes to court every day."
Regardless of whether Xu Jian went to court or not to watch the excitement, he had been standing there for some time and listened to it more or less.
The imperial concubine smiled.
The most important point was not mentioned by the Holy Spirit, but she generally knew it.
Xu Jian saved the prince.
The Holy One thought that the prince would be more likely to listen to the prince if he wanted to save his life, but the imperial concubine didn't think so.
In her opinion, the prince's temperament is different from that of the emperor.
Of course, the temper of a sixteen-year-old boy is the most troublesome. It may be different in a few years, but the imperial concubine didn't think it was a good idea to let Duke Fuguo control the prince.
After thinking about it, the imperial concubine asked someone to go to the small kitchen to get some sweet soup.
It's easy to get drunk if you drink too much.
She had no control over the previous affairs, but she hoped that the Holy Father would be in a better mood.
As long as the Holy One is in a good mood, he will rarely think of Cuihua Palace three or five times in a month.
She saves her worries.
It was impossible to refute the objection, so the imperial concubine found another way: "The Holy One feels sorry for Duke Fu, and wants to arrange something for him, so as not to bury him, and to make up for it. But you have openly spoken to Fu Guo several times, and he He doesn't even have this idea. If you force him to do it, you can't call it 'compensation'."
The Holy Master listened and said: "I am indeed sincere, and I am also thinking about whether the method is not thorough enough. Xu Jian has been practicing martial arts and leading soldiers since he was a child. I always let him sit in the Yamen, or follow Shao Er …”
Sweet soup was served.
The imperial concubine brought a bowl to the Lord to relieve his hangover: "Although I have never been in contact with Duke Fu, the old Duke was not a narrow-minded person when he was alive. The elders in the family also mentioned 'kuoda' and 'refreshing' when they interacted with him. ’, although I think the Duke of Fu Guo declined, he could understand your love and care in his heart.
I was just thinking, is there any other way to compensate?
Is he one year older than the prince?
It's not too early to say that it's too early to get married. It takes a year or two to discuss and prepare for the marriage.
His family is in such a situation. I heard that he and Mr. Liu don’t seem to be close, so instead of helping the Liu family to help him, you see..."
The Holy Master held the bowl, took a breath, and thought about the imperial concubine's opinion.
It might be a good idea to suggest a marriage to Xu Jian.
It's not that they are trying to "compensate" for anything, but they all say that if they start a family and start a family, once they have settled down, they won't be idle and talkative anymore, right?
These two words are completely incompatible with Xu Jian's steady temperament.
"It sounds reasonable to me," the Holy One said after using the sweet soup, "I just need to point to an outstanding girl's family."
The imperial concubine wanted to respond casually, but she felt it was not safe after she finished her response.
I made a casual suggestion, if the Duke of Fu has someone he likes, wouldn't it be ruined by her words?
"If you want to point it out, you can't point it out to someone who is good to you alone. You have to point to someone who is also good to the auxiliary." The imperial concubine hurriedly added.
Happy Children's Day, book friends~~~
At the beginning of the month, we shout about guaranteed monthly tickets.
Let me tell you a few words about "Good Death". When it was published in Traditional Chinese, there were three special extras. Later, many book friends were unable to buy the book. Many book friends came to Weibo to ask me where they could buy it. , it seems that it is indeed unavailable at present.
I discussed it again with the editor last month and secured the rights to the electronic version. Now I have signed a supplementary agreement and it will be on the shelves after the process is completed.
At that time, it will be published at the end of the article of "Good Death". Three extra chapters plus one piece of more than 20,000 words. Everyone is concerned about whether Prince Cheng and his son rebelled, who Jin Rui married, etc...
Because it is very important to complete the plot, I have not been able to let most book friends see it before. I am also very sorry, but now it will finally be released.
Book friends who haven’t read Good Death can also read the book, but there shouldn’t be many, right? After all, The End of the World is my most widely circulated book, and all the others together are not as good as The End of the World, which is shameful.
Thanks to book friend 20170810194241438 and Xu Bicheng’s official girlfriend for the reward, and thanks to Bookstore book friend celestial Li for the reward.
