February 25, Prince's Tree. One look? Book ???· １?Ｋ?Ａ?Ｎ?Ｓ?Ｈ?Ｕ·ＣＣ

February 27, Queen Mother. The whole country was mourned, and the people of the country were ordered to wear plain clothes, stop drinking and feasting, and quit opera.

The emperor's imperial decree was personally approved, and the crown prince was buried according to the specifications of the monarch, and was given the nickname "Emperor Yuzong Xietian Xiaogong Duanren Kuanmin" with 72 people to carry the coffin, 64 people to lead the flags, and 1,600 people to the honor guard; The Empress Dowager was nicknamed "Filial Piety and Grace and Li Tianxiang Holy Empress", and the crown prince's funeral was combined. Hundreds of civil and military officials sent funerals, and the eunuchs of the pro-soldier palace held all kinds of weapons, flags and all kinds of paper or silk to make the "burning live", which was mighty and solemn, like pressing the silver mountain on the ground.

In the funeral procession, there are also a large number of monks, Taoist priests, nuns, Taoist aunts and lamas, all dressed in Dharma robes, holding law enforcement instruments, constantly playing and chanting. The whole funeral procession is more than ten miles long, from the capital to the cemetery, stretching and winding, and there is a household every few zhang on the road sacrifice shed on the road, for the royal family to rest, showing the royal prestige, and the cost is very huge and can not be taken care of.

The emperor and queen were heartbroken, but the queen Jiang Mi was particularly heartbroken, and she was ten years old in one day, when the old mother combed her hair, she found that there was an egg-sized piece of bald areata on the top of her head, and she was so frightened that she knelt down and kowtowed, which is commonly known as "ghost shaving head", Jiang Mi was naturally frightened, and immediately ordered someone to pass it on, looking for a cure, and then recommended by someone, and found a folk holy hand to **** treatment. Want to read a book ??· １ＫＡＮＳＨＵ·ＣＣ

Later, according to the news from Feng Xiao, the crown prince died of snake venom!

I searched all over my body, and only found a small wound on the back of my neck, from which the venom entered, not from a snake bite! It was a deliberate human being! After repeated verification, the small wound was very similar to that of a hairpin, so whether a woman entered the prince's private room on that day became the key to the case.

According to the results of the examination of the trial officer of the Criminal Department, the second shopkeeper Ning Ping confessed that there was a middle-aged rich businessman with a girl who was very suspicious that night, the rich businessman's hands were very small, not like a man, and the accompanying girl carried a big burden.

Miao's suspicion of kissing can basically be ruled out, but the incident happened in her territory, and it is still difficult to escape responsibility.

Feng Xiao also brought a dumbfounded news, Miao Qinqin, pregnant!

This news made Ling Qi ecstatic and scratched his heart! I can't wait to fly into the prison immediately to replace her!

He grabbed Feng Xiao's hand and said, "If I turn myself in, I will say that I poisoned the prince, can I come out with a kiss?" ”

Feng Xiao asked, "Is the child yours?" ”

Ling Qi was in tears, and he also nodded with a red face.

"If you care, you're messy! This move is tantamount to creating a branch and setting yourself on fire! Your testimony was debunked by the trial officer in less than three sentences! You can't save your relatives, you hurt yourself! ”

Feng Yan stepped forward and said: "Don't worry, we have asked people everywhere to dredge her, and we have moved her to a clean cell, and the daily meals are special, and a female jailer is equipped to keep an eye on her situation at any time."

"Fortunately, Yang Zhuoqun, the waiter of the Criminal Department, has been close friends with my father for 20 years, although he does not dare to show favoritism in the trial of the case, but Miao's relatives are pregnant, and the treatment can still be guaranteed, and she will not be allowed to suffer, Brother Qi can rest assured!"

"Thank you!" Ling Qi held Feng Xiao's hand. ??1?K?A NSHU·CC

"Also, I have five hundred taels of silver here, please bring Feng Xiao with you, there will be some points in prison, since ancient times, the little ghosts are difficult, looking at the face of the silver, it can also make her feel better!"

"It's just, I wonder when she'll come out?" After saying a long sigh.

That night, Ling Qi said to Aunt Li: "You have a grandson!" ”

"Huh?" Aunt Li almost fell out of her chair.

"Where?"

"In Miao's belly!"

"Who is Miao's kiss? Where is she? ”

"Why don't you hurry up and bring her back, I'll serve her!"

"I can't bring it back now"

"Why?"

"She's in prison!"

"Huh?!"

"What did she do? Who locked up my daughter-in-law and grandson? ”

"......" Ling Qi said from the beginning with a bitter face.

"Stinky boy, stinky boy! Tell me this, will I be able to sleep tonight? ”

"Why did you choose so many people, you chose a kiln sister, then forget it, and dare to murder the prince, what is this/mother called? Stinky boy, can you make my wife save some snacks? ”

"What's the save? Don't you think it's not big enough, not enough, and it's not big now? Is there enough to play? ”

"Phew! You little king/eight/egg! …… So, is my daughter-in-law pretty? ”

"Beautiful! I know how to dress up! Much better than you! ”

"Phew! She's all in prison, and you dare to chill me! Oh, my eldest grandson, alas, how can I be locked up in prison every day? …… No, you'll have to figure it out for me! We're going to have to get in and take a look at her! ”

Ling Qi nodded solemnly and took his mother's shoulder.

"Must go!"

Speaking in the east courtyard.

There is no news on the fourth day of Lingdong's loss! Ling Tong fell ill.

Mother Wu, Yanzi, and Xiaojun are also tormented. Ji Ying came to take care of her. She lay on the bed, biting the corner of the handkerchief in her mouth and muttering.

"As long as Dong'er can come back, I won't go anywhere, I will always guard him! …… If I die for 20 years, no, no, no, 30 years is okay, and if I can come back for him, I am willing! …… If he is gone, then I don't have to live, and we will go to see my mother together, which is better than parting with life and death now......"

Ji Ying knew that she was in pain and guilty, and persuasion was useless, so she had to let her express it to her heart's content, and it was even worse to blindly bury it in her heart.

Tianyique was there, and Wu Ma had already gone to take leave in person, and said to Master Yu: "There is such a big event in your mansion, Amitabha, I will also **** chant and pray for blessings, looking forward to the early return of the little boy!" ”

The only person who was not on the scene that day in the Longxiang Pavilion was the painter Lu Ran!

He felt that the threat to him from the Silk Mask Man had been lifted, so he sneaked back to his residence to pack up, and by the way he got some clothes, and after not returning for months, the grass in the courtyard had all withered and yellowed, which made him cry. I had to pull it out, cut it off, and when I returned to Longxiang Pavilion, I saw the same scene as what Ling Qi saw.

Murder overnight? Shopkeeper Miao actually went to prison? He was terrified of the discoloration! In the past few months, he has made this place his home, although he is a literati, but he holds the concept of equality of all beings, and has never looked down on those girls, and the girls also admire his talent, and they get along very well.

Thinking about the weak and delicate shopkeeper of Miao, how can he withstand the pain of prison? And those flower-like girls, and Xiao Yule, he is still a child!

Lu Ran lost his soul and walked on the street, and kept looking back at the small building without brilliant lanterns, and now it was dead and silent, and he could see people's hearts mourn.

Since the second day, he has set up a painting stall at the bevel corner of the street to spend his days, **** looking at the small building, remembering the prosperity of the past, hoping to see it regain its glory one day. (To be continued.) )