And behind Jian Yong, watching his back walking in all directions and leaving slowly, completely disappeared. Huang Qiongcai turned her head and put her gaze back on the strip in front of her. After picking it up again and looking at it carefully, Huang Qiong had to admit that this guy's approach to covering up is indeed the most suitable means to solve the current problems.

It's just that in this way, he has become the target of public criticism. After thinking about it for a long time, and didn't think of a better way, Huang Qiong gritted her teeth, picked up the pen and hooked more than half of Jian Yong's Chen, and rewrote a copy of the book by herself. In terms of the fold, Huang Qiong proposed to return the land under the name of King Jingfu to the original owner immediately.

As long as King Jing was in the domain, the emperor rewarded 8,000 acres of land. As for the extra words, Huang Qiong didn't write a word. Huang Qiong knew that with the shrewdness of his emperor Laozi, although he did not write in detail. But his own emperor Lao Tzu should be able to see it clearly. In this matter, there is only this thing I can do, and the rest is beyond my ability.

After writing this recital, Huang Qiong did not hesitate, and immediately recruited someone to send it out in an expedited manner of 800 miles. However, after this letter was sent, Huang Qiong felt extremely tired. This exhaustion is not physical, but that mental. After dealing with this matter, Huang Qiong left the yamen of the Zhengzhou prefect with her legs and returned to the Jingwang Mansion where she was located.

After returning to King Jing's Mansion, Huang Qiong went to the backyard first. Seeing that the inner house of King Jing's Mansion at this time was already full of white tents at this time, it was already looking like a mourning hall. In the small main hall of the back house, in addition to the smell of sandalwood, there was also a faint, slightly suppressed cry.

Seeing the current scene in the back house of King Jing's Mansion, Huang Qiong hesitated for a moment, but still walked in. On an offering table in the hall, the spiritual seat of King Jing was placed at this time. In front of the spiritual seat, a pillar of sandalwood is rising. At this moment, King Jing's famous concubines, together with several children, were kneeling on the futon and crying in filial piety clothes.

The king's eldest son was in a clay pot, incinerating some tin foil, paper money, and other things. But his mother was nowhere to be found. It's just that I don't know if I was locked up by Princess Jing, or I feel that the situation in front of me is a bit embarrassing for my own people, and I don't want to show up.

After giving a pillar of incense to his second brother, Huang Qiong didn't do anything, just stood silently in front of King Jing's spiritual seat. There is no noisy sorrow, no white tents, and no officials who come and go for research. Even in addition to King Jing's concubines, there are not even a few people who guard the spirit.

The scene in front of you, is that the funeral that a prince of the dynasty should have? I'm afraid that even ordinary wealthy families are a little incomparable. It's just that in the current situation, Huang Qiong can only do so much. Thinking of this, Huang Qiong looked in the direction of the capital to the west, and sighed in her heart: "King Jing's coffin should have arrived at Jingzhao Mansion now." ”

Seeing that Huang Qiong's face was a little gloomy, Princess Jing walked over. After calling several of King Jing's children, he dragged them to Huang Qiong and said, "Kneel down and kowtow to your ninth uncle, in the future, our family, old and young, will count on your ninth uncle to take care of it." You must respect Uncle Nine in the future, just like your father is alive. ”

A few children, when they heard their mother-in-law say this, there was no ambiguity. Under the leadership of the eldest son of Wang, he knelt down directly to Huang Qiong and kowtowed. Seeing the scene in front of her, Huang Qiong hurriedly stopped a few children and said to Princess Jing: "Second sister-in-law, why is this?" Can the little brother afford such a big gift? You and a few sisters-in-law can rest assured that the younger brother has always done what he said. ”

It's just that for Huang Qiong's words, Princess Jing shook her head and said, "Ninth brother, your thoughts, sister-in-law understands." But these children don't understand, and some people in the house don't understand. Their father is now dead, and although the court has not yet issued an order to raid the house, it is only a matter of time before it is done. In the future, they can only count on the ninth brother. ”

"They are young now, but they know who they are to be thankful for. I have to let them know that if this Zhengzhou disposal envoy is replaced by someone else, I am afraid that the whole house will be left behind a long time ago. They have survived to this day because of your kindness as an uncle. No one can be fooled and forget who saved their lives. ”

After Princess Jing finished speaking, Huang Qiong knew that this was her second sister-in-law, and now she couldn't suppress the affairs in the house. Some people, especially those side concubines who have children, are probably ready to move now, presumably, the mother of the eldest son of the king, relying on the eldest son of King Jing who was born by herself, is estimated to have stirred up things in it.

My second sister-in-law has never come out. In this era, the queen is originally among the seven. Now that his second brother has died, he is now paying attention to his father at home, his husband when he marries, and his son when he dies. This concubine Jing Wang, who has no children of her own, is probably someone who takes it inappropriately. This second sister-in-law, this is to use her own hands to beat some people.

But no matter what Princess Jing said, this head Huang Qiong still insisted on not letting a few children knock. He picked up the youngest of the children. This is a girl, younger than Shouyang. At this time, this child, who had just become sensible, was looking at the strange ninth uncle in front of him with his eyes open. And Huang Qiong was fond and touched his little head.

After hugging King Jing's children one by one, Huang Qiong asked Liu Hu's sister-in-law to take the children out, then turned her head to look at King Jing's side concubines, and said with a murderous face: "Don't have any messy ideas, take care of the children honestly for this king." In the future, if there are people who can't keep it and want to remarry, this king will naturally arrange it. ”

"If you can keep it, take the child well, and it will be a support for you in the future. In the future, if the child becomes a talent, the father will definitely not look at his children and grandchildren without taking care of them. There will be a proper arrangement, and there will be at least one hereditary office. But if someone has a mind that they shouldn't have, they still do things at this time. Don't blame this king for being ruthless. Is it hard to copy your mother's house? ”

"King Jing's Mansion has to accommodate people who understand the rules, and the Heavenly Family can't tolerate people like that. The second sister-in-law is the concubine of King Jing who was hand-picked by her father, and it is your sister who says it is good, and it is your master who says it is not good. If anyone does anything to bully the master, the king will send you directly. Where to go, you weigh it up to yourselves. ”

Huang Qiong turned her head to Concubine Jing Wang Zheng and said, "Second sister-in-law, if someone is in trouble, even if you follow the rules of King Jing's mansion, there is something for you to bear." The younger brother is outside the yamen of the Zhengzhou prefect today, and he killed more than 100 stewards and servants in this Jingwang Mansion, and he doesn't care about killing dozens more. In the younger brother's place, there is nothing that is not guilty of the family. ”

Huang Qiong's words fell, and several side concubines were trembling with fright. And the mother of the eldest son of Wang, who had just been brought, was so frightened that she piled up on the ground and didn't dare to raise her head. A few women thought that the British king, who had met before and was still mild-mannered, had killed more than a hundred people in one go. They all know what kind of role their mother's family plays in some things.

His own family, whether in Beijing or in Zhengzhou Mansion, there is no one who does not rely on the power of King Jing to make a lot of brains. Not to mention that this British king wants to have nothing to do, even if he wants to check normally, there is no one who can withstand the check. Listening to the meaning of the King of England, if he is not honest, his family will definitely be unlucky.

If there is no crime that is not related to the family, doesn't that mean that whether your mother's family will be investigated, it depends on your future performance? Thinking about this, a few side concubines, especially those who had children, instantly became honest. Under the leadership of Wang's eldest son's biological mother, he honestly kowtowed to Princess Jing three times.

These women are all from small families, and they actually have no backing other than giving birth to a child for King Jing. Huang Qiong's repeated knocks, the thoughts in the hearts of several women that they shouldn't have completely dissipated. These side concubines undoubtedly expressed something, which made Princess Jing and Huang Qiong secretly breathe a sigh of relief after glancing at each other.

After beating a few side concubines, King Jing's mourning hall fell into a strange calm again. The children of King Jing, who were brought back again, also honestly knelt in front of the spiritual throne and burned paper for their father. And Huang Qiong, who was thinking heavily at the moment, looked at King Jing's spiritual position, and quietly didn't know what he was thinking.

And Huang Qiong's second sister-in-law also sat on a chair and also looked at King Jing's spiritual seat, with the same heart. These two didn't speak, and the few side concubines who were beaten hard, honestly, no one dared to speak. Everyone's eyes were all focused on King Jing's spiritual seat. Even if he occasionally swept Huang Qiong's back, he couldn't help but shudder.

It wasn't until the sky had already darkened that Huang Qiong stood up and bowed deeply to King Jing's spiritual throne before turning to leave. Walking outside the mourning hall and looking at the He sisters standing there, Huang Qiong instructed: "If someone is disrespectful to Princess Jing in the future, you don't have to care about their identity, just take it." If there is someone who is in the way, what do you do with the sword in your hand? ”

Originally, when Huang Qiong came over, she remembered the movements she heard last night, and the He sisters, who were already a little distracted. was blushing by Huang Qiong's words, and there was a sense of unfairness in his heart. Think about it, although her appearance and figure are not as good as that of her senior sister Lin Wanqing, they are not worse than Zhu Xing'er.

But why can she get the favor of this British king, but she can only accompany a group of orphans and widows here? What Princess Jing, she is not more noble than them now, is she? Besides, Princess Jing didn't say anything, how could she do it herself? Thinking of this, perhaps because of the twins' hearts, the He sisters actually had red eyes together, and they made a tearful posture.

When I saw the two sisters, I was reprimanded by myself, and I was so angry that I wanted to cry. Huang Qiong, who knew that these two were more jealous and aggrieved, couldn't help but shake her head and smile bitterly. I could only pinch the second daughter's nose and say, "Okay, don't cry your nose when you say a word." This king knows that he has wronged you this time, and when he returns to Jingzhao, this king will compensate you. ”

Huang Qiong also knows that these two daughters grew up in the Jianghu sect, and it may be okay to fight and kill, but if you want to play this kind of harem palace fight, at least not that material now. I asked them to follow Princess Jing every step of the way, and these two girls have some grievances in their hearts. However, Huang Qiong, who didn't know that he was listened to by the wall, didn't think about anything else.

patted the second daughter on the shoulder and didn't say anything more. Looking back at this old room, maybe it was just King Jing's private hospitality, but now it has become a small hall where the mourning hall of a prince is located. Looking at the incense inside, Huang Qiong didn't say anything and turned away. It's just that when she left, Huang Qiong's mind seemed extremely heavy.