Lonely non-good minister

The prince's expression was numb, and he nailed the first long nail on the coffin with his own hands. When he smashed it down with a hammer, his anger and resentment could no longer be suppressed.

Everyone looked at him, and everyone's heart was like a mirror, knowing that it would be difficult for Donggong to turn over again.

After entering the coffin, Mingzhang Hall quickly set up a mourning hall. After everyone knelt down and worshiped, they stayed in front of the coffin until the dawn of the next day. Except for the flesh and blood of their own relatives, they all dispersed and went home one by one. After putting on the white silk, everyone went to the Ming Hall first, and quietly listened to King Zhongshan's lecture.

After a sleepless night, King Zhongshan's tired face was hard to hide, but the fact that the emperor did not chase after the noble concubine Feng Xi made him feel very happy. He understood Emperor Taikang's mind and knew that his opponent was about to fail, so he looked tired There is joy in it.

"During the national mourning period, be very careful. If something goes wrong at this time, you will never be forgiven lightly."

"Yes." No one dared to refute him, and everyone agreed.

King Zhongshan waved his hands: "Go and rest, the female relatives don't have to enter the palace today, but the three of you brothers have to enter the palace to guard the spirit in the evening, so don't miss the hour."

"Yes."

Coming out of Mingtang, Song Yuan supported Xiao Shen: "Mother's face is so pale."

"Just go back and rest." Xiao Shen pulled her, "Don't run around when you enter the palace to guard the spirit. There are a lot of idle people coming and going in the palace because there are funerals in the palace."

Song Yuan nodded: "Mother don't worry, the child knows."

She sent Xiao Shen back to the house, and then returned to her own room to rest. She was sound asleep when Wei Yan urged her to get up. There was still half an hour before entering the palace. Song Yuan took the time to wash off her sticky clothes. Sweating hot, he changed his clothes before running to find Song Chun.

The two of them had already arrived, and when they saw Song Yuan coming out, they immediately drove into the palace.

"It's just buried with the royal concubine ceremony, the second brother and the others don't need to come back, so will the rest of the East Palace come back?" Song Yuan started.

Song Zhu glanced at her: "Of course, that's their real grandmother, and all the flesh and blood will come, even Song Shu and Shuyi will rush back."

"Oh." Song Yuan pursed his lips: "So, the brothers and sisters of the prince have a reason to get together."

The two of them didn't speak, but they knew what Song Yuan meant. When these people get together, they will definitely cause trouble.

The carriage drove into the palace gate, got out of the car, and they rushed to the Mingzhang Hall. Because it was dinner time, the servants led them to the side hall for dinner. There were already more than a dozen people in the side hall, all from the palaces Brothers, they all come to guard the spirit according to the rules. Song Chun greeted them and sat down.

The food was very light, without any fishy smell. Song Yuan really didn't like it. After eating half a bowl of rice, she took a break from the bowls and chopsticks. She looked towards the main hall. There were musicians playing funeral music outside the hall. The palace people still knelt in a large area. Xi The imperial concubine's direct relatives are all kneeling in the hall, and they can't be seen outside.

"Little cousin, eat more." The man next to him reminded Song Yuan: "I'm hungry at night, and I can't find anything to eat."

Song Yuan responded, took a piece of rice cake casually and continued to eat.

Everyone was full and set off together, now it was time for Concubine Xi's direct relatives to eat, but the princesses couldn't get up on their knees, so they had to be persuaded by the prince's sons and daughters, and after a long time, they were helped out .

Song Chun and Song Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to help the prince up. The prince staggered a little. After standing still, he looked at Song Chun and said, "Tell your father, go and persuade the emperor more, don't be too sad."

"The emperor and his wife are deeply in love, how can the children and grandchildren be able to persuade them?"

Song Chun's answer made Song Yuan puzzled, the imperial concubine is a concubine, and she can't afford a deep love between husband and wife, why do you say that?

The prince's eyes turned cold, and he pushed Song Chun away without a trace.

"Third brother?" Song Yuan winked at Song Zhu.

Song Zhu snorted proudly: "They are not talking about Concubine Xi, but Empress Yuanjing."

Um?Oh ~ Song Yuan understands.

Emperor Taikang missed Empress Yuanjing at this time, which must have made the prince feel disgusted, so he opened his mouth to be sarcastic, but was disgusted by Song Chun, no wonder he threw face.

But Emperor Taikang's move was really disgusting.

They went to rest, Song Yuan waited and knelt down, the sky was getting dark soon, the white flags in the mourning hall were waving at night, the pungent smell of paper money and incense candles gave people a headache, mosquito bites, if you don't pay attention, you will be bitten Come out with a big bag.

Song Yuan pinched a cross on the pimple on the back of his hand, but the itching was still unbearable. As a result, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw Song Zhu rubbing his saliva on his neck.

"Huh~" Song Yuan hated him so much, but Song Zhu gave him a supercilious look.

By the end of the day, many people could no longer kneel. Even though they were covered with thick futons, their legs were numb, but no one came to change them. They had to watch all night.

In the middle of the night, many people were sleepy, Song Yuan knelt down on the futon and fell asleep, Song Chun was also very tired, moved a little, turned around and patted the sleepy Song Zhu awake , Song Zhu rubbed his face, pulled himself together, glanced at Song Yuan whose head was arched, and grabbed her.

Sleeping like this is not afraid of suffocating yourself.

Song Yuan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He looked at him in confusion, and Song Zhu shoved her twice: "Kneel down."

Song Yuan swayed and knelt down, but it was too difficult to wake up from drowsiness, sober consciousness flashed in her mind, and she was about to fall asleep again.

"Meow~" The sudden meow of a cat scared many people, even those who were light sleepers were awakened. Looking around, a black cat suddenly jumped up into the coffin, staring at everyone with its green eyes, it was really eerie and weird.

However, the candles were half-extinguished without warning. In the dimly lit mourning hall, even a group of men were terrified. Those who fell asleep woke up. They all looked at the black cat quietly and nervously, and the palace guards who accompanied the vigil flinched. Not daring to move, some even hid directly.

"Meow~" the black cat yelled again, its sharp claws clawed around the coffin, and the sound of "stabbing and pulling" made people's hair stand on end.

"Did the imperial concubine still have some unfulfilled wish, so the possessed black cat came back?" Someone asked tremblingly, and what he said was even more frightening.

Song Zhu glanced at the man, a little stupefied: Possession is useful for cats, can you understand meow meow meow?

Song Chun was calm and composed, and ordered: "Go and invite His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Since they bothered to get a black cat to act as a hook for the show, they had to cooperate.

The palace people scrambled and scrambled to pass on the message, and soon the prince brought Song Zheng and others. When they saw the black cat, they were stunned for a moment, and they were also afraid and flustered and hesitated to go forward.

Song Chun stood up, moved his already numb legs and clasped his fists, saying: "I heard that the black cat has a strange psychic, and it came at this time. There must be something weird, so I dare not report it."

He took the initiative to start the conversation, then stepped aside, and the others also stood up, stepping back and looking at the prince quietly.

"The black cat is psychic, is it the concubine's unfulfilled wish?" The prince's voice trembled.