Yang Guanxian looked at him with tears in his eyes and said hello: "Hello Mr. Shen."
His stern black eyes were unwavering, and he lowered his head in return.
Zhan Ning said in a low voice: "General Shen, our second lady just went upstairs..."
"Yeah." Shen Lie said, raising his eyebrows and looking up the stairs.
Zhan Ning didn't know if he had seen it wrong, but he seemed to see a trace of worry flashing in his serious eyes.
Zhan Ning said: "General Shen, is what you want to tell our second lady serious?"
Shen Lie looked at him and said calmly: "It's nothing big, I just want to see her."
"...Uh." It was too sudden.
Yang Guanxian sobbed and looked at Shen Lie: "Ah?"
"Cry slowly and don't bother me anymore." Shen Lie said, stood up and left.
When I came out of the courtyard, the night wind was blowing, and it was cold and crisp.
Shen Lie turned back and looked upstairs.
Her room was not on this side, but he seemed to be able to vaguely see her sitting or standing quietly in front of the window.
After so many years, he didn't dare to ask her directly like Yang Guanxian. He also knew that she had always been an open and calm person. If he asked, she would tell the truth.
However, Shen Lie didn't know what the meaning was after asking.
Shen Lie could not think of anything other than opening up the wounds from her previous life and letting her face the tragic death of her father and brother once again, the grief of having their bodies shattered into ashes, and the cruel punishment she had suffered during her lifetime.
Maybe it is meaningful to Yang Guanxian, but to him, she is still her, whether it is her past life or this life, whether she is her or not.
She must be very sad now.
Then he should try his best to do things that make her happy.
Shen Lie's eyebrows darkened, he silently withdrew his gaze and left the backyard of the restaurant.
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The night was dark, the air suddenly became cold in the early morning, and the wind started blowing from the ground.
According to the Daqian etiquette system, a grand burial should have taken place today, but because the body of "Queen Nangong" was found to be bones, she was placed in the coffin that day, so the "big burial" ceremony was omitted early.
After taking a short rest in the side hall, the ministers will leave the palace at about nine o'clock to take a bath. At this time, one or two of their servants will be allowed to enter the palace to pick them up.
Yu Shiling's old servant entered the palace early to wait. When he saw Yu Shiling, he hurried forward.
Yu Shiling was exhausted both physically and mentally. He raised his hand and waved it, indicating that he didn't need to say anything.
Outside the palace gate, the ceremonial officials and officials stood on two sides holding flags, and white flags fluttered in the strong wind. The ministers filed out of the palace gate and walked slowly through the open space in the middle.
Yin Zeming and Wei Yaojun were waiting for Yu Shiling in front of the Yu family's sedan chair.
Yu Shiling also waved his hand, telling them not to say anything.
"Let's go back to our homes first." Yu Shiling said feebly, lifting the curtain and entering the sedan.
Yin Zeming and Wei Yaojun looked at each other, and other ministers from the same party as them came over and asked what was going on.
The two sighed and shook their heads.
Yu Shiling sat in the rickety sedan chair and stretched out his hands to rub his thighs.
She died as a queen, so she just sat cross-legged.
If he were to die as an emperor, he would have to kneel on his knees for days and nights.
But sitting cross-legged from yesterday morning until midnight was too much.
Shaking and shaking, Yu Shiling felt dizzy and about to fall asleep.
Just when they were about to reach the gate of Yu Mansion, the sedan suddenly stopped.
The guard of the Yu Mansion in front of the sedan said: "Who is in front of you?"
Yu Shiling frowned and raised his hand to open the sedan curtain, only to see a sedan and a bunch of guards in front of him.
There was a man standing in front of the sedan, with his hands behind his back. Under the faint morning light, his body looked familiar. Yu Shiling pondered for a moment, was stunned, and whispered: "Zhuge Qing?"
"Master Yu, are you interested in chatting about the recent affairs of Yu Mansion?" Zhuge Qing said.
The voice sounded a bit hoarse, but full of energy.
Yu Shiling was very sleepy now and wanted to reject him as he rejected others before, but he was also curious about Zhuge Qing who suddenly appeared here.
"Why," Yu Shiling said, "Master Zhuge is also visited by guests. Now he can't even pretend to be paralyzed?"
Zhuge Qing ignored the sarcasm in Yu Shiling's words and said, "Master Yu, could you please take a step to speak? This may be your last chance."
Yu Shiling disliked being threatened the most, but the person in front of him was Zhuge Qing, who had always had political disagreements with him.
Wei Yaojun, Yin Zeming, and Yu Shiling don't want to talk at the moment. The next time they want to talk, they can do it anytime.
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But when it comes to Zhuge Qing, if he refuses this time, he may not have a chance to speak to him next time.
Moreover, behind Zhuge Qing is the entire Yi'an Zhuge family.
Yu Shiling was silent for a while, then stood up and walked out of the sedan: "Master Zhuge, please."
The sound of the wind between heaven and earth became louder and louder, and not long after, the sun came out from the eastern sky, but there were too many clouds and they accumulated thickly, blocking its light from time to time.
The long street needs to be completely cleared today. In the early hours of tomorrow morning, Empress Nangong's Zi Palace will leave the palace gate and be temporarily moved to the funeral palace.
There are very few people on the street, and there are only a few vendors at the market entrance. Near several old monasteries in the city, officers and soldiers are clearing away the last batch of refugees and beggars.
Fan Dengchun, the repairman of the Ministry of Industry, led twenty or thirty craftsmen to sit in the morning tea shop near the old monastery.
Working day and night on the bridge, they were so sleepy that several craftsmen fell asleep on the table while chewing steamed buns.
Fan Dengchun was so sleepy that he burst into tears. He rubbed his eyes, picked up the kuaizi and stuffed the pickles into the steamed buns before putting them in his mouth to bite, when he suddenly heard an exclamation from in front of him.
A little beggar who didn't want to be driven away suddenly pulled out a slender iron awl and plunged it into the chest of a government servant.
"Oh, there's blood!" shouted a craftsman on Fan Dengchun's side.
Many people stood up and looked around.
The little beggar waved the iron awl in his hand and injured several people. When the government guards drew their swords, he quickly ran away from the scene.
"Chase!" the guards shouted.
The government guard who fell to the ground was helped up by his companions, and he died in severe pain not long after.
The ground was covered with blood, and the unpleasant smell of blood hit their faces, making Fan et al. and the craftsmen unable to eat.
When leaving, the craftsmen on the side all sighed, saying that there was more than one such incident of hurting people. Yesterday, a yamen guard was also killed. They just didn't want to alarm the higher-ups, so they were suppressed by Shaoyin of Jingzhao Prefecture.
He also said that recently not only the refugees and beggars have to be driven out, but also people from Xizhou, especially those from Mingtai County.
Because those who come from Mingtai County are definitely rioters.
Fan Dangchun listened while walking, feeling uncomfortable in his heart.
His native place is Mingtai County. In the past few months, many fellow villagers from Mingtai County have come to him to ask for help. The words of suffering made Fan Dengchun feel uncomfortable but could do nothing.
Two figures stood in front of the official building of the Ministry of Industry and looked around. When they saw Fan Dengchun and others from a distance, they were overjoyed and hurried over: "Brother Fan!"
Fan Dangchun's heart skipped a beat when he thought of his fellow villagers and saw them.
He was really scared because he couldn't do anything to help.
"Brother Fan, come on!" As soon as the two men came over, they pulled him from left to right, "Let's go!"
"Where are you going?" Fan Dengchun shouted, "What are you doing!"
Fan Dingchun was pulled aside by them. Looking at the things on the ground, Fan Dingchun was stunned for a moment: "These are..."
