Wei Zi pressed her sore waist, then looked at the bracelet on Feng Danyuan's wrist: "It's time for lunch, you eat something with me. I'll sort out these things again, you're busy
There you go.”
The "busy" in her mouth naturally refers to the emperor's funeral.
The queen and the prince are both bedridden now, so Feng Danyuan can only handle this matter.
"Okay." Feng Danyuan nodded.
"Why don't you ask your grandmother and father to help, they should be more experienced." Wei Zi knew how complicated the red tape in ancient times was, and was afraid that Feng Danyuan would conflict with the officials of the Ministry of Rites. After all, he and the civil servants had always been at odds with each other. He was too lazy to do it before.
Reasonable, but this matter is different. It would be safer if Prince Yan's Mansion acted as a buffer.
"Okay." Feng Danyuan continued to nod.
When Wei Zi heard his answer that was more obedient than Xiaoyu's, she couldn't help but said: "Then when you are sad, you must tell me, okay?"
"Okay." Feng Danyuan held her waist and input "Canghailu" into her body: "You don't have to worry about me, I'm fine."
There was originally something wrong, but with her by his side, he felt calm and could deal with no matter how bad things happened.
"Okay." Wei Zi replied this time.
*
In the evening, Mrs. Feng and King Yan entered the palace.
When Mrs. Feng saw Wei Zi, she felt heartbroken: "It took a lot of effort to heal your body."
Wei Zi smiled and reassured her: "It's okay, you just need to fix it for me."
Mrs. Feng immediately said: "Then you hurry up and make a prescription. Grandma has all the medicinal materials in her warehouse. Even if she doesn't have them, it doesn't matter. Grandma has money, let's buy them."
Wei Zi couldn't help but hugged Mrs. Feng: "Grandma, I'm fine."
Mrs. Feng said: "Leave everything to Yuan'er. Stop worrying about it. Take good care of it."
Wei Zi smiled and said nothing.
It's okay to take care of it, but it's not okay to not worry about it.
Compared to Wei Zi, who was in pain and hot, Feng Danyuan was tense.
The emperor's death could not be concealed, but the prince's unconsciousness had to be concealed, so he could only pretend that the prince was ill.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites did not accept it and believed that for such a big matter, the prince must take charge of the overall situation.
Feng Danyuan expected this to happen, but he couldn't move the prince, so he could only ask the Ministry of Rites to draw up the procedures and make preparations, and then adapt to the situation - if the Ministry of Rites really made a big fuss, they could only forcefully suppress it.
Unexpectedly, those officials in the Ministry of Rites were so eloquent that he had been very tired these past few days. Listening to their endless citation of scriptures, Feng Danyuan felt his head hurt.
Some people with weak brains saw that Feng Danyuan did not say when the prince would come, so they asked him if Feng Danyuan wanted to usurp the throne?
Feng Danyuan responded with a look that said, "Why is there someone in the Ministry of Rites who can't understand things as well as you?" "If I think so, why are you still here listening to your nonsense?"
The official from the Ministry of Rites said honestly: "Humph, it's just a cover-up!"
Feng Danyuan sneered: "You are free, but I am not."
Suddenly, the atmosphere became increasingly tense.
The Ministry of Rites were all civil servants, and the civil servants were very strong-willed and could talk the dead into life with their words. Feng Danyuan was unruly, and he didn't like them at all, and he was completely merciless.
Fortunately, King Yan and Zhongshu ordered Mr. Qian to appear and smooth things over, allowing the Ministry of Rites to focus on the overall situation and take action first.
King Yan whispered to Feng Danyuan, who was standing aside and looking at the sky: "Leave the funeral to us, you can go and do other things."
Feng Danyuan said "hmm" and walked away without any hesitation.
King Yan: "..."
You don't even say "thank you", you don't have a tutor...forget it, don't slap yourself in the face.
