As the daylight gets brighter, there are more and more pedestrians walking on the road, and the people and horses here attract many curious peeps.
"Your Highness."
Eunuch Jin couldn't help but whisper, looking at Fang Bocong sitting in front of the tomb.
"It's getting late, it's time to go."
Ever since he laughed out loud, Fang Bocong has been sitting on the ground like this, looking at Cheng Silang's tombstone with a single word written on it, and has not said anything or laughed to this day.
What happened?
There have been too many things happened recently, and they were too sudden. Gao Chen murdered the prince, the prince passed away, he was adopted as the prince, and he was conferred as the prince. The princess was unconscious, and they were all in a mess, not to mention those gossips. Your Highness
These days are really difficult. The most difficult thing is that the Crown Princess is still awake and so weird that there is no one to talk to...
It would be sad to see the Crown Princess at home, but wouldn't it be even sadder to come here to see the tombstones?
"Look at these words." Fang Bocong said, pointing to the tombstone in front of him.
Eunuch Jing nodded.
"I saw it, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess wrote really well." He said.
Fang Bocong smiled.
"Do you still remember the words Maoyuan Mountain?" he said.
Remember, these characters are known as the second running script in the world.
"No, Gu is saying, do you remember how these words were written?" Fang Bocong said, reaching out his hand and slowly touching the tombstone, "Xu Maoxiu..."
he read.
Eunuch Jing laughed.
"Of course I remember." He said, "The Crown Princess was really bold at that time, and it was thanks to His Highness that he spoke well for her in front of His Majesty, otherwise His Majesty's anger would have been provoked countless times, and she would not have been able to do that.
It's easy to get her wish, to gain merit and reward for her sworn brothers."
As if recalling past events, a smile appeared on Fang Bocong's face.
This is the first time His Highness has smiled in so many days.
"It's not the end of the matter if the grievances are redressed," he said.
Eunuch Jing nodded and smiled.
"Yes, it doesn't matter if the grievances are redressed. Those who prevented the Crown Princess from redressing the grievances can't just let it go. They just overthrew Jiang Wenyuan in front of Gao Lingbo." He said, "After overthrowing Jiang Wenyuan, Her Highness the Crown Princess
I wrote these words..."
His voice stopped abruptly when he said this.
He thought about it.
The Maoyuan Mountain Tomb was originally an unmarked monument, but it was only after the injustice was redressed and Jiang Wenyuan was punished that his name was engraved.
The injustice was redressed. After Jiang Wenyuan was punished, he avenged his revenge, and after he repaid his injustice...
Eunuch Jin slowly looked towards the tombstone here.
Cheng Silang's tombstone.
He remembered that Cheng Silang's tombstone had no words when he was buried.
At this time, on this tombstone, the word "Cheng" was particularly dazzling.
When was it engraved?
At that time, everyone in the capital was waiting to see how the Crown Princess would make Cheng Silang famous, but in the end there was no wine, no fireworks, nothing, it was as if she had been forgotten.
How could I forget it? I will never forget it. It’s not that I didn’t write it, but that the time has not come yet.
How could wine and fireworks appease her biological brother?
Blood debts can only be repaid with blood.
Xiao Gao died first, and now Lao Gao also died...
For a moment, Eunuch Jing felt his scalp was numb and his back was cold. He couldn't help but feel weak on his feet and sat down crookedly.
"Now, you can finish carving!"
Fang Bocong said, stood up, turned around and walked away slowly.
"Your Highness!" Eunuch Jing couldn't help shouting.
Fang Bocong did not speak or look back, and mounted his horse.
"Let's go." He said numbly.
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The night wind blew, and the window lattice was slapped. Su Xin hurriedly stretched out her hand to pull it shut.
Someone lifted the curtain and walked in.
"Your Highness asked someone to tell you that he will not come back tonight." Banqin said, "Prince Xuanwen will be buried tomorrow, and today His Highness will be keeping vigil for Prince Xuanwen in the palace."
Su Xin nodded and looked inside. Zhou Hui was standing in front of Cheng Jiaoniang's bed, frowning.
"Sixth Young Master, you should rest early. Banqin and I are here tonight." She walked over and said.
Zhou Hui stood up straight.
"No," he said, "I'm here."
Banqin and Suxin looked at each other helplessly.
When will this day end?
Doesn't it mean that if the lady doesn't wake up for the rest of her life, he has to stay like this for the rest of her life?
As the thought flashed through his mind, Banqin was shocked and reached out to slap himself.
"What's wrong?" Su Xin looked at her puzzled.
"It's okay, it's okay, there are mosquitoes." Banqin said with a smile, lowered his head and turned Cheng Jiaoniang over.
It was already late autumn and there were still mosquitoes. Su Xin sighed, knowing what Ban Qin was thinking, but she didn't say anything anymore and stepped forward to help.
Cheng Jiaoniang's body was stiff, lest she might get sores, Dr. Li told her that she must always turn over and massage her body.
The two girls knelt down on the couch and gently rubbed Cheng Jiaoniang's hands, feet and body.
No one told them what happened to their wife, it seemed like everyone was avoiding the question.
No one can say when the lady will be well.
Or it may never get better for the rest of your life.
If he doesn't wake up, Mr. Zhou will stay with his wife for the rest of his life. What about the prince?
Banqin raised her hand to tuck her hanging hair behind her ears, sniffed, and out of the corner of her eye saw the crown prince's gold book on the table.
She lowered her head, leaned forward and grabbed Cheng Jiao Niang's other hand, and started to rub it hard.
If you don’t cry, I won’t cry again. It’s okay, I will always be there.
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As the sky brightened, Jiangzhou and the Cheng family became lively.
"What's going on? Dalang, what's going on?"
A trembling but powerful voice sounded in the yard.
Mr. Cheng walked out hurriedly and saw Mrs. Cheng walking quickly on crutches supported by Mr. Cheng.
"Da Lang, Jiao Jiao'er is going to be the queen. Why don't we go to the capital yet?" Mrs. Cheng said displeasedly, "She won't be able to get married in time. We can't miss the queen's ceremony anymore."
Mr. Cheng answered yes.
"Mom, we are getting ready," he said.
"Brother, who are you coaxing? Are you planning not to go?" Mr. Cheng Er said with a snort.
Mr. Cheng ignored him and picked up Mrs. Cheng.
"Mother, this is no small matter. There are so many people staring at our Cheng family now. Now that His Majesty is still here, there are some things we cannot say." He said in a low voice.
Mrs. Cheng nodded.
"I know." She lowered her voice and said, "I know, I still need your advice for such a big matter."
She said and took Mr. Cheng's hand.
"...When the fortune teller said that Jiao Jiaoer was destined to be precious, I had already made plans..."
Mr. Cheng sighed inwardly and listened carefully to his mother's ramble about the past that came out of nowhere.
In the past, there had never been this Cheng Jiaoniang in this family.
"Don't worry, mother, the car is ready, and people in the capital have sent people to clean up the house in advance. We will leave then." Mr. Cheng said seriously.
Mrs. Cheng nodded with some relief.
"Just make the arrangements." She said, looking at Mr. Cheng again, "I'm just saying you're just worrying. How can we not go to the capital for such a big thing?"
Mr. Cheng Er said nothing.
Mrs. Cheng came out and supported Mrs. Cheng.
"Mom, I have chosen some new clothes materials, please come and take a look at them," she said.
"Okay." Mrs. Cheng followed hurriedly.
Here Mrs. Cheng was coaxed away, and Mr. Cheng looked at Mr. Cheng and his face dropped.
"If you dare to step out of the house, I will break your legs!" he said with raised eyebrows.
Mr. Cheng Er immediately jumped to his feet.
"Brother!" he shouted, "you really didn't let us go!"
"You guessed it right." Mr. Cheng said with a snort, while calling others, "Come here, send the second master down. The second master is not in good health and is not allowed to go out."
Mr. Cheng Er was so angry that he tried to call his mother at the top of his lungs, but the servants who gathered around him covered his mouth without politeness.
These despicable things, with their dirty hands somehow, pressed his mouth and nose!
Master Cheng Er almost fainted.
He is the father of the future queen, he is the head of the country! These bastards! These bastards!
Watching the second master being dragged down, Mr. Cheng stood in the courtyard with a sullen face.
"Master." Mrs. Cheng came over and whispered, "Are we really not going?"
Mr. Cheng nodded.
"As long as my dear mother doesn't ask us to go, no one is allowed to leave Jiangzhou," he said.
"It's already this time, is there anything wrong?" Mrs. Cheng asked.
The news that Gao and Chen in the capital had murdered the prince had reached Jiangzhou. At that time, Mr. Cheng's face turned pale with fright and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
"You really can't go to this capital." He just murmured repeatedly, "You really can't go to this capital."
Why can't you go?
Mrs. Cheng didn't understand, and Mr. Cheng who was about to become the father-in-law didn't understand either. Regardless of whether they understood it or not, Mr. Cheng refused to let go.
What happened to the capital? Why is Mr. Cheng so afraid?
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On August 16, the fourth year of Yonghe, Prince Xuanwen was buried.
The funeral procession has turned around, and Fang Bocong is still standing in front of the mausoleum.
No more, there is no such person as Sixth Brother in the world anymore, whether it is the one who was once smart or the one who was stupid and stupid, they are gone.
Fang Bocong slowly turned around and walked away step by step.
No more, he was alone.
In the Prince's Mansion, Ban Qin stood on the corridor and looked out.
"His Royal Highness will be back today, right?" she said.
Su Xin looked at her.
"You have asked me several times today," she said. "Although Prince Xuanwen's funeral is over, there are still many things to follow."
"Then Your Highness must be working very hard." Banqin said.
"Yes, being a prince and supervising the country is not an easy job." Su Xin said.
Having said this, Su Xin turned her head and looked into the inner room.
Zhou Hui was standing there flexing his hands and feet.
He was so impressed that he almost regarded his wife's inner room as his own place.
"Sixth Young Master, please don't stay here tonight. His Royal Highness must be exhausted. Let him have a good rest." Su Xin walked over and said.
Zhou Sheng ignored her and moved his arms.
"Sixth Young Master, please stop making trouble." Su Xin said anxiously, "Madam is acting like this. Aren't you making Your Highness and Madam even more estranged?"
"It's his business to have a child, how can he blame others?" Zhou Hui said with a sneer.
Before he finished speaking, a waiter hurried in outside the door.
"Sixth Young Master."
This is Manager Li who is responsible for the internal affairs of the Prince's Mansion. Eunuch Jing now follows His Highness the Crown Prince in and out, and he is in charge of the affairs at home.
"Did you invite that Taoist priest outside the door?" Manager Li said.
"Is someone here?" Zhou Hui immediately raised his foot to go out.
"People came and were driven away," Manager Li said.
Zhou Hao suddenly stared.
"Who asked you to drive them away?" he shouted with raised eyebrows.
"Sixth Young Master, His Highness has told you that the Crown Princess's affairs cannot be spread to outsiders. How could you invite a Taoist priest?" Manager Li also asked anxiously.
Zhou Hao sneered.
"My sister is sick, what can't be told?" He shouted, pushing the manager away, "Get out of here."
"Sick? Mr. Six, if you were really sick, why would you go to see a Taoist priest?" Manager Li asked anxiously, "If word of this spreads, the prince's face will be ruined..."
"His face is not as important as my sister's life!" Zhou Hui shouted, raising his foot to kick the manager away, "Get out."
The room suddenly became chaotic.
"Sixth Young Master." Banqin and Suxin hurriedly pulled him, then were startled, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Everyone in the room looked towards the door and saw Fang Bocong standing there.
"Your Highness." Everyone in the room was busy saluting.
Zhou Hui raised his feet and walked out.
"Let's go." Fang Bocong looked at him and said.
Zhou Hao suddenly stopped.
"What?" he said.
"You." Fang Bocong said, "get out of here."
As soon as these words came out, Banqin and Suxin were shocked, while Zhou Huang sneered.
"Why should I leave?" he said.
Fang Bocong looked at him.
"Because I don't want to see you." He said slowly.
"You don't want to see me, or you don't want to see us!" Zhou Hui shouted, "I know what you are thinking!"
Fang Bocong looked at him and smiled.
"Do you know what I'm thinking about?" he said, taking a step forward suddenly, "Zhou Hui, then tell me what I'm thinking about?"
Zhou Sheng looked at him.
"She doesn't!" He shook his head and said, "She is not what you think, she is not what you think, she is not what you think."
Fang Bocong smiled again.
"You don't know, all you know is what you think." He said.
He said and stopped laughing and waved his hands.
For a moment, Eunuch Jing, who had been standing quietly aside, suddenly stepped over and reached out to grab Zhou Hui.
Zhou Hui had already raised the ball and punched on the wrong shoulder.
But it was still a step too late, and Eunuch Jing held him on his shoulders.
Banqin and Suxin's screams sounded in the room.
"Don't make trouble here, get out." Fang Bocong said.
As soon as he finished speaking, four or five more chamberlains rushed towards him.
Zhou Hui's roar sounded in the room.
But four or five chamberlains held him firmly and dragged him away.
"Fang Wei!" Zhou Hui shouted, "You can let me go if you want. You want me to take her with me."
Fang Bocong turned to look at him with a calm expression.
Zhou Hao looked at him and suddenly struggled, not to break free, but to lower his body.
"Your Highness," his voice trembled, "please let me take her away."
Banqin and Suxin looked at him blankly.
I've known him for a long time, and this is the first time I've seen him begging for help like this.
Fang Bocong also turned to look at him.
"Please, for the sake of her saving your life."
Zhou Sheng looked at him and continued.
"Please, for the sake of the husband and wife's kindness for one day and one hundred days."
"I don't ask you not to think too much, and I don't blame you for what you think. I just ask you to let us go."
"Let me take her away. We will go far, far away."
Fang Bocong looked at him.
"No." He said, turning his head and not looking at him again.
"Fang Wei!"
"I have done this before, I don't believe her, I don't believe her, I regret it!"
"Don't imitate me, you will regret it!"
Zhou Hao's hoarse shouting sounded in the room, and the sound quickly disappeared. Accompanied by a muffled grunt and struggling sounds, Zhou Hao was dragged out by several chamberlains. The door curtain was lowered, and the sound gradually faded away, and the room returned to silence.
Fang Bocong looked into the inner room.
Banqin and Suxin, holding hands and clinging tightly to each other, ran over and blocked the inner door, looking at him with horrified expressions.
"Get lost." Fang Bocong said.
Su Xin and Ban Qin shook their heads and clung to the inner door.
"Get out!" Fang Bocong suddenly raised his voice and shouted in a hiss.
The waiters outside the door rushed in, held Banqin and Suxin by their mouths and dragged them out.
No, no, no.
Banqin and Suxin struggled desperately, with tears welling up in their eyes. They looked at the door of the house that was gradually going away. The hanging curtain blocked their sight and blocked the figure with his back to the door.
No, no, no.
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Two updates today.
(I can’t write the finale. I have to wait for another day. Don’t worry, don’t rush me. I’m sorry.) (To be continued)
