When daybreak was about to break, Meng Jia stood up in front of Meng Xiangling.
He knelt for too long and staggered when he stood up.
Fortunately, the clan brothers on the side were quick to help him and tried to persuade him to save his condolences.
Meng Jia pursed her lips tightly and looked around.
All the Meng clan members came as they should. The whole mansion was as bright as day and their cries were loud.
The faces of the clan brothers, cousins, uncles and others were filled with sorrow and even more panic.
The leader of the Meng family suddenly disappeared. Looking at Meng Jia, who is so young and has always been unreliable, where will the entire Meng family go?
They have no confidence in their hearts.
Meng Jia saw everyone's expressions in his eyes and remembered them in his heart.
He bowed deeply to these people and said in a deep voice: "I would like to go to the palace if you, uncles and brothers can help you with the funeral arrangements."
Meng was surprised: "Does the tenth brother want to enter the palace now?"
Meng Jia said calmly: "The first is to report the funeral, and the second is to implore Your Majesty to find the real murderer and avenge his father."
One of his clan brothers shouted loudly: "Tenth brother, you are so naive! Hasn't the murderer been arrested and brought to justice?
Uncle is gone, and from now on, the imperial court will be ruled by the Priest Palace!
Even if all of us know that he is the real murderer, His Majesty will only answer you like this and will never seek justice for us!"
His words were recognized by the vast majority of people: "That is, Gu Fenglin is a despicable villain and ungrateful. He was the one who instigated this matter..."
"We might as well sue him directly..."
"What are you suing for? A tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye! Otherwise, others will think that the Meng family is easy to bully!"
Meng Jia didn't respond, he separated from everyone and walked out in silence.
Meng made a silent gesture, and everyone became quiet. They looked at Meng Jia's back with different expressions, mostly distrustful.
Meng Jia changed into a pair of filial piety clothes that were urgently made, mounted his horse, and headed towards the palace.
Along the way, I met ministers who were going to court, and they all came over to ask.
Meng Twelve quickly stopped him and whispered the news that Meng Xiang had passed away.
The courtiers were in mourning.
A large number of them were originally members of the Meng Party, or had been favored by Meng Xiang in the early stage. Although they had different political views in the later period, the former relationship was still there.
Thinking of Meng Xiang's tragic death, some people couldn't help crying and comforted Meng Jia.
Meng Jia stood silently by the roadside, bowing, motionless and silent.
A disciple of Prime Minister Meng stood up and said: "Everyone, Mr. Xiao Meng is going to the palace to report his funeral. Please don't delay him. If you want to express your condolences, you can go to Meng Mansion later."
Everyone then moved aside, Meng Jia bowed silently again, and continued to move forward expressionlessly.
Suddenly, the clatter of horse hooves was heard again, and a black carriage drove over.
It's Gu Fenglin's priest chariot.
Everyone fell silent and looked at the priest driving with complicated expressions.
To be honest, at this time, most people thought that it was the hand of the priest.
Including the reformists who sided with Gu Fenglin, everyone thought so.
Qingfeng could clearly see the expressions of these people, and it was inevitable that they were very unhappy.
He whispered to Gu Fenglin: "It seems they all think it's us. These people are really stupid."
Gu Fenglin calmly said "Huh" without making any comment.
Seeing that he was calm, Qingfeng lowered his expression and saluted, "My lord, please forgive me for talking too much."
Gu Fenglin patted Qingfeng on the shoulder and cast his gaze towards the dark sky.
Unless conclusive evidence is produced and the person behind Zhang Laosan is found, the suspicion will be difficult to clear.