He was pained by the disappearance of the three Zou siblings, but also felt that he might have been deceived.
But he still hopes that if they are not dead, they will suddenly appear in front of him one day and continue to share the joys and sorrows with him.
He bent over sadly and pressed his stomach hard.
The pain in my stomach was unbearable, and my forehead was also throbbing with pain.
Someone knocked on the door and said in a low voice: "Master Marquis, the imperial concubine has issued an order. From now on, all foreign ministers living in the palace will move out of the palace immediately."
"I know, I'll leave now."
He smiled bitterly, Yan Youdao was dead, and the concubines in the palace were all new widows, many of them young and beautiful. Of course it would not be appropriate for him to stay any longer.
He looked at everything in the room with nostalgia, probably, from now on, he would never see the two sisters again.
He went to pack his luggage and unexpectedly found that his luggage had been packed long ago and placed safely in a large box.
However, there are very few precious gold, jade, silver notes and other items, and most of them are flashy things.
He was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly again.
Even if they took it away, then take it away.
His life was saved by Zou Huiniang, and it was her guidance and support that enabled him to reach this point.
Money is something external to one's body. Being able to exchange this money for today's status is a kind of luck that can be encountered but cannot be sought.
Someone knocked on the door again. He thought it was a palace official urging him, so he could not help but darken his face and shouted coldly: "I'll pack up and leave. I'll explain it to you."
But I heard a gentle female voice whisper: "Master Hou, it's me."
When the door opened, the owner of the Jinxiu Pavilion, Mrs. Mu Er, stood quietly in the afterglow of the setting sun with her old dog.
Mrs. Mu Er has aged very much, and her originally gray hair has turned completely white.
"You...why are you like this?" Dongyang Hou was shocked and hurriedly let her in.
Mrs. Mu Er bowed deeply, sat down on the chair, and said lightly: "It's nothing, it's hard to sleep well at night, and your hair always turns gray faster."
Marquis Dongyang hurriedly poured tea for her, but he couldn't find hot water and tea leaves, so he called the palace servants, and he thought the person who came was clumsy and dirty, so he was sweating profusely.
"Master Marquis, there is no need to be busy. I will ask you a few words and then leave." Mrs. Mu Er was very gentle: "Before coming, I went to see the imperial concubine, and she allowed me to come."
Since we have passed the Ming Road, it must be related to Emperor Qi.
Dongyang Hou sat upright and asked: "What do you want to ask me?"
Mrs. Mu Er was silent for a moment and then said, "Is it painful for him to leave?"
Marquis Dongyang thought of Emperor Qi's pride and despair before his death, and sighed softly: "It's not very peaceful."
Madam Mu frowned: "Why are you uneasy? Can you explain it in more detail?"
Dongyang Hou looked at her sympathetically.
He didn't know much about the past between the owner of the Jinxiu Pavilion and Yan Youdao. He only knew that she and Yan Youdao had numerous regrets in their relationship in the past.
After finally getting together again, things have changed.
There are rumors in the palace that Mrs. Mu Er has always been interested in Emperor Qi, but she cannot get what she wants. She is a pitiful person.
"It's better not to mention it. In fact, it's not very painful." Dongyang Hou could not harden his heart towards such a poor, old and harmless woman.
"Just because I tried my best to teach you needlework in the past, just tell me." Mrs. Mu Er insisted.
The big black dog lying beside her feet also raised its ears and looked at Dongyang Hou very seriously.