And among these princes and princesses who came in a hurry, the prince was not the only one who showed hostility to Huang Qiong. Except for the Song King from the concubine, there was still seven points of contempt in his eyes when he looked at Huang Qiong, plus three points of hostility. Huang Qiong's eldest sister in this life, that is, Princess Jincheng, the eldest princess of the emperor, also cast a cold look at Huang Qiong.

After seeing Huang Qiong for the first time and learning Huang Qiong's identity from King Shen beside him, he frowned to death. Looking at the eyes, not to mention that not only did the sister see the affection of the younger brother, but with a little disgust. As for Huang Qiong, who has been accustomed to this kind of gaze since leaving the palace, he didn't see the gaze that his eldest sister had seen.

This eldest princess, who is more than ten years older than Huang Qiong, is the oldest of all the princes and princesses of her emperor Laozi. Although he was not born to the same mother as the crown prince, he was the eldest daughter of the emperor. As the emperor's first child, he was quite favored by the emperor. Even more than the crown prince, and all the other sons.

This princess of Jincheng was abolished in the middle palace that year, and was imprisoned together with her four sons, and several concubines in the harem were also in a bad situation, and even took on the responsibility of taking care of several younger brothers. King Teng and King Ji were almost all brought up by him. is King Yong, King Shen, and King Zhao, who has died, also received a lot of care from her.

Among the princes who have grown up, sometimes they can speak even more effectively than the mothers of these princes. Although after getting married, he doesn't care about the affairs of the palace, but his influence among the princes and harem concubines is not ordinary. It was the concubine De, who had always been high-flying and domineering, and in front of this princess of Jincheng, she easily did not dare to have any seizures.

But for Huang Qiong, this eldest sister has no influence. And this eldest princess, who is quite influential among the other princes, treats him or not, there is no difference. So for this eldest sister, looking at her disgusted gaze, Huang Qiongquan didn't see it. As for the different eyes of the other brothers and sisters, they were also directly ignored.

When the queen died, there were naturally many people who served in front. Not to mention officials at all levels, even the concubines of various palaces, as well as other princes and princesses, are all busy. Naturally, it was not Huang Qiong's turn to be a concubine, so he followed here. What's more, Huang Qiong, who has never even met this queen, doesn't want to pretend herself.

In addition to keeping a vigil in the palace according to the custom, Huang Qiong became a cold-eyed bystander during this funeral. Every day, I look at my brothers and sisters, as well as the flowers and plants in the harem of my emperor Lao Tzu, and come to the queen at regular times to cry in front of the spirit.

And as a concubine, whether he wants to be willing or not, according to the etiquette system, he has to be one of these people. In addition, the only thing Huang Qiong can do every day is to talk nonsense in the palace with the various princes and ministers who also need to come to guard the spirit in turn. Listen to those insincere compliments or comments on the political situation.

Of course, those things that involve wind and snow, not to mention in the palace at this time, are things that can't be talked about at home, and everyone consciously avoids them. Otherwise, if it is played by that person with a heart, who can guarantee that the emperor who is dying of illness and grief will not come to deal with it seriously and quickly?

After a few days of wake, although the serious injury has healed, Huang Qiong, who was too sad at the beginning, was unable to recover some of the injured vitality for a while. For this kind of thing that can't go home, can only kowtow regularly, cry bitterly, and can hardly rest, but I feel a little unbearable.

However, it is a bit unbearable. But after a few days of vigilance, Huang Qiong was also unexpectedly familiar with the ministers of the court. As early as Huang Qiong's assassination, the emperor personally stayed in the British palace for one night, and even the next day's morning court was exempted, these courtiers had already avoided this prince who was once treated coldly by themselves.

Just like when Chen Yao passed away, there was an endless stream of ministers who came to mourn. At this time, during the wake in the palace, some ministers had nothing to do, and rushed to talk to Huang Qiong to make up for the regret of not seeing the British king when they were condoling. None of these ministers are stupid, if they don't have a relationship with this upstart at this time, when will they go again?

The performance of these ministers has made Huang Qiong's courtiers around him these days, but he has become the one who came to guard the spirit among the kings in Beijing. But at this time, Huang Qiong, who didn't want to cause some unnecessary suspicions of the emperor, and didn't want to replace the crown prince as a thorn in the eyes of some people, said less about these ministers who came to talk to him in a hurry.

It is said that funerals are the most abrasive, although except for kowtowing and crying, the rest of the things do not need to be done by themselves. But after seven consecutive days of funeral, Huang Qiong also felt unusually tired. In the first few days, I was a little curious about the funeral of the ancient emperor and queen, so I reluctantly persisted. But Huang Qiong, who had not recovered in the next few days, felt more and more unable to hold on.

It's just that the etiquette system is difficult, if I ask for leave to go back to recuperate at this time, I am afraid that a big hat of unfilial piety will be immediately tightly buttoned on my head. Don't look at this queen of the middle palace is not Huang Qiong's biological mother, but in this era when the grandmother is greater than the biological mother, people only recognize your mother-in-law. What's more, although she is only a queen, she has the same status as Huang Qiong.

If Huang Qiong really asked for leave, he didn't have to wait for him to return to the mansion, I am afraid that the big hat of unfilial piety must have been buckled. If he is labeled as unfilial in this year, this person's reputation will be completely ruined. Besides, the younger brothers are insisting, and they are embarrassed to take leave to go home to rest? In desperation, Huang Qiong could only persevere.

According to the ancestral system of the Great Qi, the queen of the main palace will gather on the same day and gather on the seventh day. In addition to the three days of the emperor's Susu, the kings in Beijing should keep the spirit for twenty-seven days. During this period, the kings were not allowed to return to their homes, and could only rest in the reed hut built outside the queen's mourning hall in the palace. Officials above the fifth rank also have to take turns to enter the palace to guard the spirit. This is the ancestral system, and even the emperor cannot violate it.

After seven days of almost sleepless wake, he didn't eat well and rested well, so that Huang Qiong, who was already pale and pale because of a serious injury, had no trace of blood on her face. In fact, Huang Qiong doesn't care much about the quality of food. But this can't rest, but it makes Huang Qiong really difficult.

Looking at the room full of eunuchs and palace maids, busy collecting for the queen, Huang Qiong couldn't help but wail in her heart: "It's only been seven days, and there are still twenty days, how can this go on." It's not that Huang Qiong has a lot of things, it's just that for him, even if he is a human being in two lives, this is the first time he has experienced it.

Coupled with the physical weakness caused by the initial recovery from serious injuries and the recovery of vitality, Huang Qiong felt really difficult. It was only on the night of the queen's retreat, just after the kings had just kowtowed. A person who appeared suddenly to almost everyone's surprise made Huang Qiong, who thought she couldn't hold on, immediately in a state of full blood again. This is none other than Huang Qiong's mother.

When Huang Qiong's mother walked into this temporary dormitory, which served as a funeral palace, almost everyone who knew this person couldn't believe their eyes. At this moment, in the entire hall, there is only a suffocating depression. The prince and the king of Shu, who were kneeling in front of the spirit, were also stunned when they saw Huang Qiong's mother walk in.

If it is said that he was abolished together with the Middle Palace, the King of Shu was still young when he was imprisoned, and he couldn't remember the appearance of Huang Qiong's mother. But at that time, the ten-year-old prince had a very deep memory of Huang Qiong's mother. Seeing Huang Qiong's mother walk in, the prince, who had a deep memory of the past, seemed to be insulted, and stood up to stop him.

And Huang Qiong, who saw the prince walking towards his mother, was afraid that he would hurt his mother. Without saying a word, he quickly stood up and walked to his mother's side. It's just that as soon as the prince arrived at his mother's side and was about to stretch out his hand to stop him, his mother didn't seem to see it at all, and let go with a faint but firm tone, which made the prince stop.

In the blandness, with a dignified tone, as well as the kind of momentum emanating from his body, plus the cold eyes that looked at the prince. Not only did the prince's previous angry posture disappear in an instant, but he stopped blocking the action. Even honestly stood aside, not even daring to let out a fart.

And when he learned the identity of the person who came, he also wanted to come up to stop the king of Shu. Although there is an open and secret fight with the crown prince, at least in terms of the opinions on treating Huang Qiong's mother and son, the two brothers are no different. But when she saw the cold eyes of Huang Qiong's mother, she also felt extremely stressed. The prince was honest, and he couldn't help but stop his steps.

Huang Qiong's mother didn't pay attention to the two of them, walked directly to the coffin in the middle palace, lit a stick of incense, and then stood there quietly, without saying a word. It's just that although the mother just stood there quietly, it made the prince and the king of Shu on the side feel endless pressure.

Not only did he lose his previous momentum, but even a trace of cold sweat appeared faintly on his forehead. Especially the crown prince, at this time, the scene when he met for the first time with this woman who took the throne of his mother more than ten years ago in his mind involuntarily returned to his mind.

It's not that this prince is too bearish, but that the scene left too deep an impression on him. Huang Qiong's mother was like this back then, she stood quietly in front of their mother and son, and didn't say anything. But when he looked at himself, the invisible pressure brought by the two gazes like unsheathed swords was something that the prince still can't forget.

At that time, the prince had never felt that a person's eyes would make people so afraid. Now more than ten years have passed, and Huang Qiong's mother's eyes are no longer as sharp as they were at the beginning. But the glance still made the prince who had always called Huang Qiong's mother and son sluts and sinners in private.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Huang Qiong, who was also facing her mother's back and feeling the pressure at this time, could only shake her head. A mother is a mother, when she wants to show her aura. Not to mention that it is estimated that he is the prince who has a ghost in his heart right now, even his own son, doesn't he also feel the pressure, and he doesn't even dare to come out of the atmosphere? It's not even as good as a mouse seeing a cat.

The mother didn't care about the people around her, or her own son, or in her heart she was afraid of seeing her as an enemy. He stood there quietly, watching the fragrance burn faintly. The crown prince and the king of Shu didn't even dare to let out a fart, and the other princes and ministers present dared to express their opinions.