King Fuchuan stared at Gu Yilan for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Priest Gu is right, why bother fighting with the dead!"
Everyone knows that Queen Mother Lin has a grudge against Gu Fenglin, but Gu Fenglin can't just ignore it, and he still insists on it. Doesn't that mean that he, a member of the royal family, is not as broad-minded as a priest or foreign minister?
"Your Majesty is wise." Gu Yilan smiled lightly.
"But I am very worried." King Fuchuan put his big palm on Gu Yilan's shoulder and said, "Prince Yong has not been found for a long time, and the jade seal has also disappeared. I am very worried that the treacherous villain will borrow it."
This is making a fuss and causing trouble, causing the people to fall into dire straits again."
What he said was better than what he sang. Gu Yilan understood what King Fuchuan meant.
He endured it and managed not to let go of King Fuchuan's hand on his shoulder.
"It happens that Gu knows something about this matter." He whispered: "Yong Wang Zhao Qing is dead. The jade seal was smashed and thrown into the fire by the Queen Mother Lin."
King Fuchuan didn't believe it: "Priest Gu saw it with his own eyes?"
Gu Yilan said: "Some people from the palace fled and defected to me. The whole story can be traced. If the prince wants to know the details, Gu will bring them here and ask them to tell you."
King Fuchuan was unconvinced.
As expected, Gu Yilan called several palace officials and talked about it in detail, including where Zhao Qing was buried, who broke the jade seal, and where it was thrown.
King Fuchuan thought for a while and sighed: "It seems that I am late. How pitiful. In this way, I will send a few people to dig out Prince Yong's body and bury him in a grand ceremony according to his title."
Let's end this matter."
In this way, Zhao Xing's branch is completely cut off. No one can use Zhao Qing's name to oppose him, and he can be considered justified.
After a month or two, he can get on the throne.
King Fuchuan was in an excited mood and looked at Gu Yilan even more pleasantly: "Nowadays, everything is waiting for improvement, and there are all kinds of dogs looking at it. I wonder if Priest Gu is willing to help Gu reorganize the court and restore the prestige of Zhao?"
He just claimed to be the king, which proved that Zhao Qing was dead and no one could compete with him for the throne. He immediately became "lonely". How impatient he was!
Gu Yilan's expression did not change and she smiled slightly: "Dare you disobey your orders?"
King Fuchuan was overjoyed: "You can tell me whatever you want!"
Gu Yilan said: "Please give the prince an order to return those children to their parents? This is not conducive to epidemic management.
In addition, there was an epidemic in Beijing, and Lin was unable to deal with it, which led to more and more patients, making the epidemic more terrifying.
Your Majesty is very capable of enforcing orders and prohibitions, so he will be able to handle this matter properly and save the people of the capital from the fire."
King Fuchuan listened very well, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered his subordinates to release the people, and asked Gu Yilan to take charge of the treatment of the quarantine epidemic. Order in the capital soon became orderly, and countless lives were saved.
However, there are always some people. The more orderly the order, the more afraid they will be, because it will make their hope of escape very small.
A charity village in the northwest corner of the capital was filled with people who died of the epidemic.
The weather was hot and there was a war. The people who were guarding the corpse had long ago fled to nowhere. The whole Yizhuang smelled so bad that no one dared to approach it.
Lin Youfang was wearing a coarse cloth jacket, with a round belly, pinching his nose in disgust, and quietly looked out from the door of Yizhuang.