After the death of Concubine Lan, she issued a holy decree, and was called filial piety and compassion to Wen Shu to Empress Deming, and she was buried in the future, and the whole country mourned. After it was established, the mourning hall was not located in the Chengfeng Hall of the Middle Palace.

In the future, on the day of the funeral, the officials of the third rank and above, and the princes gather to mourn and salute. Officials below the fourth rank, princesses, princesses, women, and women under the leadership of the internal affairs office and the internal management of the internal affairs office, knelt down in the Chaoyang Gate, Donghua Gate and Chuxiu Palace in different classes. All concubines, princes, and princesses must wear filial piety, and the people will stop marrying and having fun for a month.

After the ceremony, from death to burial, it will take several months. However, in the palace, it took less than half a month to enter the imperial mausoleum. So from the time he died to the time he finally entered the imperial mausoleum, the Zhuo family never saw Concubine Lan again.

On the day of Concubine Lan's funeral, the old lady of the Zhuo family was depressed and thought too much, so that she couldn't afford to be sick. That night, Hua Taijun missed his relatives and decided to choose a day before his death and go back to his hometown - his mother's hometown Guazhou, thousands of miles away.

The date was set for the eighth day of October.

The next day, the Zhuo family, who were still grieving, received a holy decree.

Give Zhuo Yixu as the captain of Zhuang Kang's horses.

In order to soothe the pain of the loss of the Zhuo family.

This shows that it can't be far-fetched.

Even if Concubine Lan's mourning period has not passed, even if they know that Lord Shang has undoubtedly ruined Zhuo Yixu's future in the future, the Zhuo family also pressed the estrangement and atmosphere in their hearts, revealing great joy.

When Zhuo Yijia received the news, his face sank.

Concubine Lan was buried on the first day, and Zhao Yingxue was married to the Zhuo family the next day.

Zhuo Yijia stood up from behind the bookcase, turned his head to look at the leaky pot in the corner, put down the scroll in his hand, and turned his head to walk towards the main house.

When Zhuo Yijia arrived in the secret passage of the Huairong Palace, Zhao Fengyao was talking to Jiang Guozi about the recent movements of the officials in the DPRK and China in the secret passage.

Jiang Guozi sat next to him, Zhao Fengyao looked at the letter in his hand, and his deep frowning brows never let go.

The royal dead soldier who followed Zhuo Yijia before was still like a thorn in his heart.

The royal family has been counted from my grandfather's generation, and there are only a few people in the clan now. But he checked them one by one, but found no clues.

Isn't it the remnants of the previous dynasty?

Zhao Fengyao put down the envelope in his hand, raised his finger and pressed his temple. Fu looked down again.

Footsteps sounded in the corridor.

Zhao Fengyao and Jiang Guozi both turned their heads to look at where they came from.

Seeing Zhuo Yijia coming, Jiang Guozi immediately got up and bowed to salute: "Xiaguan has seen the princess." ”

Zhuo Yijia waved his hand at Jiang Guozi: "I said before, adults call me streamer." The identity of the princess should not be mentioned again. ”

"Yes. Jiang Guozi responded.

Zhuo Yijia walked straight to the chair next to the two of them and sat down, and said to Jiang Guozi, "Sit, my lord." ”

Jiang Guozi responded again, and then sat down. Put your hands upright, and don't dare to exceed the rules.

Zhao Fengyao turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia, quickly turned around, lowered his head and continued to look at the paper in his hand, and said lightly: "Are you going to talk about the marriage of the Zhuo family?"

"Looking for you, I was talking about going to Zhuo's house on the seventh day of the first month. Zhuo Yijia sat in his position, looked at Zhao Fengyao and said.

Zhao Fengyao paused when he looked at the paper, narrowed his eyebrows, and then slowly put the paper on the low case in front of him: "What's the matter with the seventh day of the first month?"

"The seventh day of the first month is Zhuo Yijia's birthday, and General Zhenguo and Hua Taijun mean that you and I will have a drink with the two of them. Zhuo Yijia's gaze swept over the rice paper placed in front of Zhao Fengyao and said.

To Zhuo Yijia's surprise, this time Zhao Fengyao did not oppose her. just replied lightly: "It's whatever you arrange." ”

Zhuo Yijia nodded, his eyes swept over the paper in front of Zhao Fengyao again, and then got up: "I'll wait for you on the seventh day of the first month." With that, he continued to walk outside the secret passage.

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia who was walking towards King Huairong's mansion, and said, "What are you doing?"

Zhuo Yijia said as he walked out: "I have something to find Yuexi." ”

After that, he walked to the top of the stairs, pulled the bead thread hanging down from the stone wall, and the stone door slowly opened. In the look of surprise on the face of the good fish guarding outside the stone gate, he walked towards the Huairong Palace.

Except for the hurried meeting with Zhao Fengyao in the study not long ago, this is not the first time Zhuo Yijia has entered the Huairong Palace. Many years ago, how many years, she can't remember.

At that time, the fifth uncle returned to Beijing, and when she thought of the honey that haunted her dreams on Uncle Wang, she desperately begged her father for a long time before she got her father's permission and was brought by the palace guards to this Huairong Mansion to find Uncle Wang.

If it was in the past, let her recall this Huairong Palace, except for the familiar layout of the houses on the map, the pavilions and buildings on the house, Zhuo Yijia was afraid that she would have no thoughts. But now I walked into the courtyard, and when I saw it, the memories that I had long since gone out of nowhere came back.

Strange and familiar. It seems that for so many years, every grass and tree in this palace has never changed.

Zhuo Yijia followed the map of the courtyard of the Huairong Mansion in his mind, and walked straight to the courtyard where Zhao Yuexi was.

At that time, Zhao Yuexi was sitting under the eaves of the courtyard, holding needlework and silk embroidery in her hands, making a pair of shoes. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Zhao Yuexi looked up and saw Zhuo Yijia stopped at the gate of the courtyard.

She looked at Zhuo Yijia, put down the needlework she was doing, and stood up: "Lian'er, let her in." ”

When the maid who stopped Zhuo Yijia at the door heard Zhao Yuexi's words, she immediately turned her head to look at Zhao Yuexi, and then retreated to the side.

Zhuo Yijia bypassed the maid and walked towards Zhao Yuexi.

"How did you get in?" Zhao Yuexi stood under the eaves, looked at Zhuo Yijia who came over, and asked in surprise.

Huairong Wangfu has long been looked at by the palace, and it is not easy to get in and out. It was reasonable for her to go out to find General Liuguang, but it would be difficult for this well-known General Liuguang to enter the Huairong Palace, and no one had passed her on yet.

How did this come in?

"Who are you making shoes for?" Zhuo Yijia didn't answer, strode towards the eaves, and his eyes swept to the sewing pocket next to Zhao Yuexi, and asked.

"This is for General Zhuo, winter is coming, and I am not used to living in the Northland all year round, and I am not used to the cotton shoes here. Zhao Yuexi followed Zhuo Yijia's words, and then turned her head to look at Zhuo Yijia, and said with some embarrassment: "I didn't just make it for him, you and my brother also made a pair each." ”

Saying that, Zhao Yuexi sat down, opened the silk cloth embroidered with magpies on the needlework pocket, and took out a pair of winter shoes inside: "It just so happens that you are here, come, compare and see if it is suitable, I will change it if it is not suitable, I don't know your size, I do it blindfolded." ”

Zhuo Yijia walked to the eaves, sat on the small pestle next to Zhao Yuexi, took the shoes she handed over, put them on her feet and compared, and asked casually: "Have you heard any news about the palace today?"

Zhao Yuexi looked at Zhuo Yijia's feet comparing their shoes and looked up at her: "What's the news in the palace?"