Cui Guifei was stunned for a moment, and also followed Fu Minghua to take two steps, seeing that Wen Xin was explaining to the palace people, she couldn't help asking:

"Wen Xinxun, do you have the words of the Queen Mother to explain to you?"

Fu Minghua thought about it, and it was similar to Cui Guifei's guess, so he said the words that the Queen Mother confessed to herself before she died:

"The queen mother is not at ease with the ninth brother, and when she was leaving, she told me to take care of him more, and in the future, I only hope that he will have a safe life. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

In one sentence, Cui Guifei's tears were about to flow.

She was not close to the Queen Mother in the past, but she was grateful to the Queen Mother for protecting and raising her son, and at this time she couldn't help but lament for the Queen Mother who was about to die: "I ......"

I just opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak.

Cui Guifei turned her head to look at Yan Ji, Emperor Jia'an hugged him tightly, and vented the pain in her heart through her son's crying.

"I've never seen the emperor so close to any prince, thanks to you for stopping me before." Even when Yan Xin was favored, he was not embraced in the arms of Emperor Jia'an.

Cui Guifei is so smart, she was just concerned about it before, but now that she comes back to her senses, she naturally understands why Fu Minghua is stopping her.

Fu Minghua 'saw' the waves of Emperor Jia'an hidden under the calm, if Yan Ji was allowed to contradict the emperor, Cui Guifei would stop him from stepping forward, I was afraid that the emperor would hate Yan Ji in his heart for acting recklessly.

But if Yan Ji's true temperament cried over the death of the Queen Mother, Emperor Jia'an's unhappiness at that time would have gradually felt because of Yan Ji's frank and sincere love for the Queen Mother's ancestors and grandchildren.

The fire went on and on, and then and then and then

"Yuan Niang, you are really good."

Cui Guifei shook Fu Minghua's hand, and saw that Wen Xin was almost done, so she straightened Fu Minghua's shirt before turning sideways.

Wen Xin came over:

"The concubine has finished talking to you?" The people in this palace are all like human spirits, and she deliberately set aside time before so that Fu Minghua could have the kung fu to talk to Cui Guifei.

Fu Minghua nodded, and also received Wen Xin's feelings: "Mama has been waiting for a long time." ”

As soon as Wen Xin heard her say this, he hurriedly turned sideways: "If you want to torture the slave maid, please come with the slave maid." ”

She led Fu Minghua into the side hall at the back, and the Zilan Hall at this time was obviously full of people, but Fu Minghua felt that there was an indescribable cold silence in the hall.

This was the palace where the Queen Mother lived for more than ten years, but every table and chair here has lost its original owner.

Wen Xin beckoned the palace people to come in and sent a set of plain clothes to come, it seemed that they had been prepared a long time ago.

"The Queen Mother had a hunch that these things were prepared early."

Wen Xin's tears rolled in his eyes, "You are pregnant, and it is inconvenient to go back and forth to the Qin Palace, and the slaves and maids are waiting for you to change in." ”

Fu Minghua nodded, and let Wen Xin serve.

"Before the Queen Mother died, she divided the things in her name in the palace into five."

Fu Minghua didn't know why, he remembered what the Queen Mother said before: 'Give my things to the princess, and the ...... that has been divided a long time ago', and his eyes couldn't help but be even hotter.

She lowered her eyes, a sparkle in them. Wen Xin looked at her with a gentle and relieved expression, and her eyes were red:

"If you are like this now, it is not in vain that the Queen Mother will miss you once." As soon as Fu Minghua came, he wiped his hands for the Queen Mother, his movements were careful, not perfunctory, not just coping.

Compared with Concubine Rong's bitter crying as soon as she came, but she was not sincere at all, Wen Xin could feel the real grief from Fu Minghua.

"The Queen Mother was born in the Zheng family of Longxi in her early years, and before she got married, she was like a pearl in her palm, and she had a rich marriage. After the first emperor established the country, he added a lot of private rooms for the queen mother. Wen Xin lowered his head and tied Fu Minghua's plain clothes belt, and said gently: "Among the five parts, the emperor just left a few thoughts, and the eldest princess's things are just some old things." Speaking of this, Wen Xin raised the corners of his mouth: "The Queen Mother said that the eldest princess has already married, and giving it to her is just like giving it to someone else, so it is better to leave more for you." ”

After she said this, her tone was a little choked, as if she remembered the scene when the Queen Mother was distributing things, and she couldn't speak for a while, and it took a long time before she gritted her teeth, and then said:

"The most important thing is divided into two parts, one for you, and one for the Nine Emperor Princes, the Queen Mother said, they are all handed over to you, and after the Nine Emperor Princes get married in the future, you will transfer it to him the same."

Fu Minghua mourned in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "Mama Wen......"

Wen Xin lowered her head again and went to fix her cuffs:

"One of these items needs to be handed over to you by the slave and maid herself."

After she finished speaking, she stood up straight, and glanced at the surrounding palace people, and several people retreated, Fu Minghua looked stunned, and glanced at Biyun who followed up.

Biyun also retreated with a few palace people, and only Fu Minghua and Wen Xin were left in the hall, so she cautiously reached into her arms and took out a palm-sized brocade bag.

The brocade bag is boxy, and it seems to contain a box inside.

She stuffed the box into Fu Minghua's palm and said repeatedly:

"Take it well, the Queen Mother has told you, don't lose it!"

As soon as the words fell, someone from outside called.

Today's events are complicated, and there are still many things to be busy with.

Wen Xin glanced at Fu Minghua, who was wearing plain clothes, and forced a smile:

"Please."

Fu Minghua still had something to ask her, but it was really not a good time to speak at this time.

She carried the bag in her arms, which still carried Wen Xin's body temperature, and the wooden box contained it occasionally hit her wrist as she walked, and it was heavy.

The curtain of the Zilan Hall has been lowered, and the people of Taichang Temple are calculating the good time when they are buried.

Emperor Jia An sat in his chair and had regained his composure. Yan Ji, who had been crying a lot before, sat beside him obediently at this time, sobbing and choking, crying so much that his nose and eyes were red.

"There is no owner in the middle palace, and all matters in the Zilan Palace will be taken care of by the concubine for the time being."

After Emperor Jia'an gave the order, Concubine Rong's smile seemed a little far-fetched.

Cui Guifei answered.

The funeral of the Queen Mother is a major matter, and it is not under the care of Cui Guifei. Funeral, mourning, burial, and introduction are all arranged by the people of Zongzheng Temple and Taichang Temple, and Cui Guifei is only temporarily in charge of the Zilan Palace, and she does all the trivial things.

As soon as the officials were in place and there were many people, things were in order.

At this time, the weather was relatively hot, and Fu Minghua had already prepared ice cubes before that.

When the waiter carried buckets of ice into the palace, Emperor Jia'an looked at Fu Minghua for a long time before turning his head away.

The Zilan Hall is not a place to park the Queen Mother for a long time, and the people of Taichang Temple will temporarily put the Queen Mother in the Wensi Hall after the Turtle Divination Ceremony, waiting to be buried.

After being busy for a long time, Fu Minghua only felt dizzy and sweaty in his palms. (To be continued.) )