When Zhao Heng let her out of the Qingfeng Palace, his eyes were red, but he turned his back and didn't let Rong Jiang see it.

In the early dynasty, Zhao Heng posthumously crowned Rongyu a prince, he was already a noble man during his lifetime, and the posthumous seal after his death was just a face, this scene Zhao Heng still had to do, and specially asked Wei Jin to mourn him in the afternoon for the Rong Mansion, and gave some extremely rare treasures to fill the coffin.

After the early dynasty returned to Qingfeng Palace, it was not long before someone in the hall replied, saying that Yelu Minglan was coming.

Zhao Heng called for people to be invited into the hall, and then sent the minions to withdraw.

Yelu Minglan saw that there was no one around, so he accepted the smile that he always had on his face in the past, and looked at Zhao Heng with a gloomy face: "As soon as Rong Yu dies, what will we do with our plan?" ”

Zhao Heng pointed to the seat and sighed: "I can only think about it in the long run." Rong Yu's death is strange, and it must be different if it is too coincidental."

"I don't listen to that." Yelu Minglan didn't have the patience to listen to him, and hurriedly interrupted him, "My father's life is not long in coming, I tried my best to protect your life back then, and I sent you back to Ye with death, what you promised me should also be fulfilled, right?" As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, "No matter whether Rong Jiang can go back to Xirong with me, you have to help me get this throne!" ”

When did Zhao Heng hear someone talk to him like this? So he turned cold: "You threaten me? ”

Yelu Minglan was noncommittal, and only raised his eyebrows slightly: "If you think so, it's okay." If you can't help me, I don't mind finding a new collaborator," he touched his chin with his hand, "Ronghou should be suffering from the lack of evidence in his hand to help you, right?" ”

Zhao Heng's hand pressed on the table, his fingers tightened and loosened, repeated several times, and the few books under his hand did not fall out after all.

"You are your Emperor Daye, and I am my King of Xirong, and the reconciliation between the two phases is a good thing for both of us," Yelu Minglan said to himself as if he didn't see Zhao Heng's expression, "If you really let Yelu Mingzhou become the emperor, your country will not be stable, and Marquis Rong will probably not fight Xirong for you anymore?" You didn't kill her in this plan, but gave away your handle for nothing," he paused, and snorted, "the gain outweighs the loss." ”

"Someone!" Zhao Heng's face was dark, and he shouted outside, and immediately a small yellow door with a sharp face entered the hall, and he only promised to salute, so he listened to Zhao Heng's cold command, "Send the eldest prince out of the palace!" ”

Yelu Minglan didn't care about him, he really got up and followed the little yellow door out, and before leaving, he didn't throw out a sentence: "My words, Your Majesty pondered carefully, I will wait for Your Majesty's reply in the post house," and he bowed his hand, "Farewell." ”

"Yelu Minglan." Zhao Heng almost bit a mouthful of silver teeth, and screamed resentfully, his palms were pinched red by himself, "You won't threaten me again one day." ”

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Rong Jiang, who was out of the palace, let out a sigh of relief, she originally thought that she couldn't do it, but in fact, it was very simple to be false and wrong, and she laughed self-deprecatingly before getting on the horse and going home.

At noon on this day, there were forty-nine eminent monks sitting outside the Rongyu house, chanting sutras in their mouths and turning the rosary beads in their hands.

The old lady operated, led by Qian Shu Rong Ji and Rong Huai brothers to tie the rope and cover the beads, the two wives came forward to clean Rong Yu's face, and after doing it, he put his body into the coffin, Rong Jiang put the jade lotus on Ruyi, Rong Min Rong Jing and Rong Jing and other four people pulled up a long cloth embroidered with cranes and clouds, one pinched a corner, and covered Rong Yu's body, and finally the old lady stepped forward, reading "Go with peace of mind, don't worry about home" and other words, first covered his face with a daily Su embroidered handkerchief, and then spread a layer of pure white silk cloth, and so on. Ma Rui was standing at the door and shouting "cover the coffin", six small servants entered, lifted the coffin lid and buckled it, and then exited the house, Ma Rui shouted "crying spirit" again, Mrs. Jida helped the old lady to sit down on the high chair next to the mourning platform, and then knelt back to the position, Qian Shu and others took the lead, and the younger generations cried first, and outside the house was the servant woman and slave of the Rong family who cried with the master.

When everyone finished crying and got up, there were already guests outside, the first to arrive was naturally Qian Zhi, Zheng Yong and others, Rong Jiang led Rong Min to kneel in the mourning hall to return the guest ceremony, Rong Jing was too young, so she accompanied the old lady, and the rest of the people went to treat the guests, but Rong Yuan was the only one missing.

Outside Tian Xiang hurriedly entered the house, and leaned over to Rong Jiang's side: "Princess Shen is back, saying that no matter if you want to come to Tian Yi Xiang and kowtow three times today, the eldest lady is accompanying the guest, and asked me to come and talk to you, so I can stop her quickly." ”

Rong Jiang's eyelids jumped, Rong Min also turned his head to see that there was a guest in the hall who had made incense and finished the ceremony, Rong Min pulled her, and the two kowtowed again.

When the guests left the house, Rong Jiang pressed Rong Min's wrist: "I'll come when I go, you guard first." ”

Rong Min didn't stop her at a glance, and watched Rong Jiang go around the house with Tian Xiang.

When she saw Rong Yuan, she was already in the courtyard, Rong Jiang frowned and stepped up, seeing that she was afraid of being bad with a big belly, so she had to suppress her anger: "What are you doing when you come back!" My grandmother and aunt have already explained that you are not allowed to come back because you are pregnant, and you will only worship in the palace," said he glared at Sang Rou, "She is nonsense, don't you look at her?" ”

Rong Yuan's eyes were already red from crying, holding her waist with one hand, and pulling Rong Jiang with the other: "Don't blame her, I have to come back." Something so big happened, how could I not come back? ”

In fact, Rong Yuan only learned the news early this morning, after the accident last night, Mrs. Jida specially explained that she was not allowed to alarm her, but when she reported the funeral this morning, the old lady told someone to go to the palace and tell her to avoid the funeral and go home, plus the palace sent a posthumous will, Rong Yuan only then knew that Rong Yu had an accident, where could she sit still? So I went home with a stomach.

"It's your filial piety that you're back, but you can't enter the mourning hall," Rong Jiang couldn't send her out of the house, only frowned and looked at her belly, "You also go to accompany your grandmother, aunts and uncles are all accompanying guests, and they can't take care of you for the time being, if you really enter the mourning hall and have a fetal gas, then it's really going to be messed up." ”

"This child, I have seen a lot of life and death, when His Highness left, I gave him a ride, is my grandfather still afraid of this?" Rong Yuan was flat, but what she said made Rong Jiang sad to hear it.

She didn't speak for a long time, and Rong Yuan had already circled her to enter the mourning hall, and the bluffing Rong Jiang hurriedly stopped in front of her: "You go with me to see your grandmother first, if you have anything to say to her, I can tell you, don't mess around with this mouth, there are many guests at home, don't show jokes." ”

Hearing her say this, Rong Yuan stopped her feet, and just as the old lady's side Fu Qiao came quickly.

bowed to the two of them, and persuaded Rong Yuan with a sad face: "The old lady asked me to call you over," she paused, and turned her face to look at Rong Jiang, "Say let you go over with you, the mourning hall asked the uncle to guard first, and then the three girls will come over." (To be continued.) )