"Yes, Xianyue didn't mention it before, and I didn't take it to heart. Now that I think about it carefully, it's really strange. Unless Gao can do magic, it is absolutely impossible to produce so many mourning clothes in half a day. It can only be done in advance.
It was prepared, but I really can’t figure out what kind of intention she had in preparing this kind of thing.”
"Master, Xian Fujin just wanted you to say this, so he acted like this in front of you. A Luo has been with her for many years. If she was someone who couldn't control her mouth, Xian Fujin would have sent her out of the house long ago.
, where will it remain until now? Don’t let her fall into her trap.”
"Even if this is the case, Xianyue did not remind me wrongly. I need to ask clearly about Gao's behavior. She was busy preparing mourning clothes while the late emperor was still here. This kind of thing should not be done." She didn't wait for Shuiyue to say more.
As she spoke, she urged: "Go quickly."
Seeing that Shuiyue couldn't be persuaded, she had no choice but to go out. About half an hour later, Gao followed Shuiyue to Mingyu's house. Unlike before, when she faced Xianyue with a hint of provocation in her respect,
When it comes to Mingyu, she is extremely humble, at least on the surface.
She knelt down and saluted and said, "I send my regards to my direct descendant Fujin. May I be blessed with good luck." After Mingyu signaled her to stand up, she respectfully said, "I wonder what my direct descendant Fujin has ordered me to do when he summoned me here?"
Mingyu glanced at her and said calmly: "These days, I am not well, and you have to work hard in the house."
Mrs. Gao was not sure about the meaning of Mingyu's words for a moment, so she apologized and said with a smile: "Fujin, please don't say that. All this is what I should do, and..." She turned her eyes and said, "Xian Fujin, too.
I have done a lot of things, and it is not my fault alone.”
Mingyu nodded noncommittally, "With you two helping me, I feel a lot more at ease. But the hardest thing this time is you, my sister. The late emperor passed away only half a day ago, and the mourning clothes, lanterns, and spiritual flags were all ready. It's really rare."
.”
Mrs. Gao said with a flattered face: "Fu Jin said this, I feel really ashamed. Just like what I just said, everything is as it should be."
Mingyu stroked his face, then sat up straight with the maid's hand and said, "But I'm curious, where did my sister get so many mourning clothes in half a day?"
"This..." Mrs. Gao rolled her eyes several times and said softly: "As soon as I got the news, I ordered people to prepare it immediately. Then I also bought some from a funeral store outside. This was just enough.
.”
Mingyu stared at her and said: "Sister, you are really thoughtful, but there are at least hundreds of people in this mansion. Can we really prepare in half a day? Or, sister, you have already prepared it early, so you can do this.
Take your time.”
Mrs. Gao looked a little uncomfortable and said: "How could I do this? I really misunderstood you."
"I also hope it's just a misunderstanding, but it seems a little bit different. Gao Fujin, the late emperor was not only the emperor's emperor, but also our emperor. Before the emperor passed away, you had already prepared mourning clothes.
, what does this mean? If it spreads, it will make people laugh. Is this what you want to see? "
When Mrs. Gao saw her changing her title, she looked flustered and said: "Fu Jin, calm down, I... I also heard people say that the late emperor was seriously ill and his death was only a matter of time. I thought that if he really died,
Prepare mourning clothes
I'm in a hurry, so it's better to prepare earlier, so as not to be in a mess later." After waiting for a while, Mingyu didn't speak, and she said again: "I really have no other thoughts, please trust me Fujin.
.”
Mingyu wanted to scold her a few more words, but when he saw her like that, he couldn't bear it, so he said: "That's it, I won't say anything more this time. I hope Gao Fujin will think more about it before doing anything in the future."
Mrs. Gao breathed a sigh of relief and said respectfully: "Yes, I will definitely remember the teachings of my direct descendant Fujin and I will never forget them."
"Go down." After talking for so long, Mingyu also had a headache and was unable to say anything more.
As soon as Mrs. Gao left the yard, her original modest and respectful expression was immediately gone, replaced by a gloomy look. After walking a few steps, she said to the boy following behind: "Go and find out who went there just now."
We passed by the direct descendant of Fujin."
She believed that Fucha Mingyu would not ask this for no reason. Someone must have said something to her. As for her own discovery... Oh, it's not that she looked down on this direct descendant Fujin. It was really because of her thoughts that she wouldn't even think about it.
so carefully.
After a while, the young man came back and reported: "Master, I heard that Xian Fujin was here before you came here."
Mrs. Gao narrowed her eyes slightly and uttered four words coldly, "It is indeed her!"
Her personal maid Wen Zhu said: "This Xian Fujin is really insidious. He has been against his master openly and secretly, and now he has betrayed his direct wife Fujin. It is really hateful. However, his direct wife Fujin is really strange. His master obviously treats her with so much respect.
, but she still believes in Xian Fujin more."
The servant said at the side: "Fujin and Nala are the show girls of the same class. I heard that they were very close friends when they were in Zhongcui Palace. Later, they married into Prince Bao's Palace and even got married together.
"
Wen Zhu's eyes lit up and he said: "Speaking of this, I also remembered it. I heard that before Brother Lian, my first wife Fujin was pregnant with a child, but she was injured by Xian Fujin, resulting in a miscarriage. Logically speaking,
, she should hate Xian Fujincai very much, it’s really confusing.”
Mrs. Gao glanced at the two of them and said coldly: "What is there that I can't figure out? My first wife Fujin has always been soft-spoken and values friendship. As long as Na Lashi says something nice or pitiful in front of her, she will naturally forgive her."
She got it."
"Isn't there still an emperor? The emperor has always been wise and cannot be coaxed away by just a few nice words. And this time, after the incident of abolishing the queen, I heard that many ministers in the court have petitioned the emperor to deal with his legitimate son.
As for Fujin, the emperor suppressed him."
Regarding Wenzhu's words, Mrs. Gao couldn't answer. She waved her hand and said: "If we don't talk about these in advance, the most important thing now is the affairs in the house. Is there anything missing?"
Wen Zhu immediately said: "Master, don't worry, everything has been arranged properly, and not a single thing has been missed. When the emperor returns to his residence, he will be satisfied with his carefulness."
"That's good." Mrs. Gao gave a faint smile. She knew very well from the beginning who she really wanted to hold on to. Mingyu was just a fujin who had no brains and didn't know the dangers of the world. If it weren't for
How can I secure my position as the direct descendant of Fujin if someone is protecting me?
When she first entered the house, she thought about replacing Mingyu with him, but after seeing Hongli's attitude towards Mingyu, she knew that was impossible, so she wisely put away those thoughts.
, and then treated this direct descendant Fujin with the most respectful attitude, making it impossible for anyone to find anything wrong. But all the respect was just superficial. To put it bluntly, it was
She was worshiped there like a clay Bodhisattva. But Hongli still tried every means to hold on. In fact, she did it. In addition to her beauty, her attitude towards Mingyu also made Hongli very satisfied.
Not long after he entered the government, he was promoted to the side of Fu Jin, and he was on an equal footing with Xiayue and the Fucha family who had given birth to their eldest son. I don't know how many people envied him.