There was a lot of commotion about the prince going to Jiangnan. Even if Feng Qingchen wanted to pretend not to know, Feng Qingchen was wondering whether he should give the prince a lift. After all, the prince went to Jiangnan not only to recuperate from illness, but also to carry a burden on his shoulders.
The important task of making money for Uncle Nine Emperors.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, when will the prince leave?" Feng Qingchen was thinking about what things the prince could use, and asked when he saw Uncle Nine Emperors coming in.
"April 12." Uncle Nine Emperors sat down opposite Feng Qingchen.
During this period of time, Uncle Nine Emperors stayed in Feng Mansion much longer than he stayed in Nine Princes' Mansion, which caused the emperor no trouble in finding Uncle Nine Emperors.
"April 12th? Isn't that the day of the wedding of Yaohua and Prince Chun?" If he left after someone else's wedding, wouldn't this be a curse for their separation? The prince is really talented.
"So what?" Uncle Nine Emperors didn't think there was anything wrong with what the prince did.
So what if Yaohua and Prince Chun get married, the prince can leave on the day he likes.
"No, I just admire the prince very much." The prince does not expect the emperor's favor at all, otherwise he would not specifically target Dongling Zichun. After all, the emperor's love and protection for Dongling Zichun can be seen by anyone with eyes.
"I have decided to go to Shandong on April 15th. You should also make preparations." Now that he is in the stable, his every move is being watched. Rather than being unable to perform, it is better to leave as soon as possible.
"Oh." With both of them gone, the emperor would probably be very happy. Feng Qingchen muttered to himself, and then thought about giving a gift to the prince, so he asked Uncle Nine Emperors if he had any good opinions.
"Prepare a school supply of medicine for the prince. The medicine box you prepared for Wang Jinling last time was pretty good." Uncle Nine Emperors would never admit that he was jealous, he was just discussing the matter.
Last time Wang Jinling was able to save his life in Taroko Grand Canyon, the school medicine prepared by Feng Qingchen played a big role.
Feng Qingchen thought about it for a while and thought, who is the prince? Even if he is not favored, he will not be short of vulgar things. The only thing she can give away is various pills. It is a pity that none of the prince's concubines have any.
If you are pregnant, it would be easiest to send a few boxes of anti-fetal pills.
Feng Qingchen had to prepare the medicine for the prince, so he had no time to pay attention to the Nine Emperors Uncle. The Nine Emperors Uncle was not angry, so he took care of business in Feng Qingchen's study.
The emperor thought that Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen were hanging out together every day, but he did not know that Uncle Nine Emperors worked through the secret passage connecting the secret rooms of Feng Mansion and Su Mansion, and was doing things to tear down the emperor's wall under the eyes of the emperor.
Several major events happened in Dongling one after another, and everyone was very busy. Not to mention small people like Feng Qingchen, even the first gambling game in Dongling that caused a sensation in the city was settled quietly.
Apart from knowing that Su Wenqing spent one million taels to build Jishan Hall and won a huge sum of two million taels with a mysterious gambler, outsiders did not know the rest of the matter. After all, the leaders were led by several powerful people from aristocratic families. These families
Even making money is done quietly and will never be announced to the outside world.
Of the one million taels used to build the Ji Shantang, more than a hundred thousand taels were the dividends that the officials from the deceased families should receive. After death, the other party's family was all dead, and no one had money, so Su Wenqing
Invest the money they deserve in charity and do good deeds for them.
Speaking of which, Su Wenqing was thankful that this series of events had happened, otherwise he, the initiator of the gambling game, would have been stared at by thousands of pairs of eyes, and everyone would have been concerned and discussed about the whereabouts of the huge two million gambling funds.
Now, because of the bloody night incident in the Imperial City, even if some people think that the gambler who won a huge sum of money alone was the result of the banker's secret operation, no one dares to say a word, for fear that if he does something wrong, he will get into trouble and be imprisoned.
Feng Qingchen once asked about the gambling, but after knowing that Su Wenqing had raised enough money, he didn't ask any more questions. After all, the Nine Emperors Uncles were in charge of Feng Mansion every day, and even if the sky fell, the Nine Emperors Uncles would still hold up.
Time flies and the day of Qingming arrives. Just like what is said in ancient poems, it rains heavily on Qingming, but there are no pedestrians on the road.
Today is the Tomb Sweeping Day of the Qingming Festival, which is good, but because the murderer of the minister has not been found yet, the imperial city is still under martial law, and ordinary people cannot go out easily, and ordinary people can only express their feelings at home.
The housekeeper had already prepared the incense candles, paper money, and some plain fruits needed for sweeping the tomb. The concierge came to report. When the Nine Emperors Uncle arrived, Feng Qingchen declined the maid to follow him and only asked a young boy to carry things behind him.
I thought I was just following Uncle Nine Emperors in a simple carriage, but I didn't expect to see a heavily armed imperial guard behind Uncle Nine Emperors as soon as I went out.
"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen was not afraid, but just found it strange that Uncle Nine Emperors was not someone who liked to show off.
"The Emperor heard that the King was going out of the city, so he sent a special guard to protect the King." Rather than protecting, it is better to say monitoring. The Emperor was afraid that Uncle Nine Emperors would contact someone when he left the city.
After all, the emperor still did not believe the Nine Emperors Uncle. Even if the recent clues revealed that the power hidden in the imperial city was most likely related to the emperor's seizure of the throne, the emperor did not relax his trust in the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Monitor.
"Your Majesty is really thoughtful." Feng Qingchen murmured, motioning the young man to put his things on the carriage, and then asked the young man to go back home.
She didn't want her servants to be offended. She didn't see the way these guards looked at them, as if they were thieves.
"Let's go." Uncle Nine Emperors knew that Feng Qingchen was dissatisfied, so he could only comfort her.
The emperor's decision to send the Imperial Guard to follow him was a temporary decision. It was for the sake of his safety, so he couldn't refuse. Besides, he didn't do anything he shouldn't do when he left the city. Whether the emperor's people followed him or not was not a problem for him.
There is no difference.
The carriage was very spacious, and there was definitely room for two people. Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen each occupied one side, without any ambiguous or inappropriate behavior.
Although the Nine Emperors Uncle liked to be close to Feng Qingchen, he would never behave inappropriately like cuddling or hugging in front of outsiders. The two of them walked quietly together, boring the imperial guards outside to death.
They were ordered by the emperor to keep an eye on the Nine Emperors Uncle, but it turned out that the Nine Emperors Uncle behaved himself and it was very boring for them to stare at him.
After a quiet journey, we finally arrived at the outskirts of the tomb of Feng's father and mother. As soon as Feng Qingchen got off the carriage, the imperial guard beside him came over holding an oil-paper umbrella to prevent the drizzle from getting Feng Qingchen's clothes wet.
When Feng Qingchen saw the Nine Emperors Uncle in front of him, he didn't say anything and just followed him towards the cemetery.
Whether they were afraid of Uncle Nine Emperors or respected the dead, the guards looked solemn and walked quietly behind them. The sound of their footsteps was particularly loud in the forest, which made people feel at ease.
Feng Qingchen remained silent all the way, declining the kindness of the imperial guards, and took it upon himself to clean the tombstones of Feng's father and Feng's mother, and put sacrifices and incense candles on them.
After scattering the paper money, Feng Qingchen did not leave. Instead, she stood quietly in front of the tombstone, her eyes confused and empty, like a helpless child standing in front of her parents asking for their opinions, but never getting any.
Answers from parents.
There was a faint sadness lingering around Feng Qingchen, and no one could intervene. Uncle Nine Emperors stood silently behind Feng Qingchen, waiting for Feng Qingchen to come out of this sad mood.
No matter what, Feng Qingchen still has him behind him!