Huang Yu wrote a letter to Ye Lingya every once in a while, asking about the progress of the war in the west, and more importantly, asking when his brother would return home. These days, Zuo Xiang's illness has become more serious, and it has really reached the point where the medicine stone is useless, so he invited the imperial doctor in the palace, and also used a lot of folk doctors' methods, but it was useless.

Everyone in the DPRK and China only knew that Zuo Xiang was sick, but they didn't know that the illness was so serious.

Huang Yu secretly went to the Prime Minister's Mansion every once in a while to serve the sick, and at night he would be personally taken back to the palace by Feng Qiao on the grounds that she was pregnant and not suitable for fatigue.

In the thirty-first year of Yuan Feng, Zuo Xiangyong, and his son Ye Lingya inherited his father's business and became the new Zuo Xiang. The emperor was grateful for the meritorious deeds of his predecessor, and he was specially given the nickname Yihe.

At that time, Ye Lingya was only one day away from home, and until he died, he didn't see his father for the last time.

When Huang Yu heard the news, she was still consulting medical books, and she fainted directly without closing her eyes for a day and a night, and the high fever did not go away for two days and two nights. Feng Qiao was furious and killed no less than ten doctors, and the palace was in a hurry, and he was terrified. Finally on the third day, Huang Yu's high fever turned into a low fever, and everyone's hanging hearts were slightly put into their stomachs.

Huang Yu opened his eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly got out of bed and ran out of the door barefoot. Seeing this, Feng Qiao picked her up and didn't let go even if she punched and kicked.

"You let go of me!" Huang Yu cried, trying to come down with his hands and feet. "How could my father die suddenly, how could it be!!" Although she was already prepared in her heart, she still couldn't accept the sudden death of her relatives. Huang Yu shouted hoarsely, tears like pearls with broken threads kept flowing down, and she was too emotional, making her pale face a little sickly flushed.

Feng Qiao put her straight on the soft couch, held her kicking feet with his big hands, and warmed her cold feet with warm palms.

Feng Qiao used skillful strength to control Huang Yu's feet, no matter how she tossed, she couldn't escape the confinement of his hands, Huang Yu was pregnant, she didn't dare to move sharply, and simply cried.

"Put on your shoes first, and accompany you to the Prime Minister's Mansion for your husband," Feng Qiao said softly, picking up a soft handkerchief and wiping her tears lightly. She was able to wake up without burning her brain, which was a great gift from God, and he cherished it very much.

No one would have thought that the evil and luxurious Nine Princes in the eyes of outsiders were serving the woman in front of him with his own hands in a pious posture at this time, even if his eyes were bloodshot and his clothes were torn and crooked, he was willing to be like a glutton.

After putting on his shoes, Feng Qiao slowly got up with Huang Yu's waist in his arms. Under his confinement, Huang Yu had no choice but to obediently sit in the carriage of the palace, fidgeting all the way, tears rolling in his eyes.

Before I arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, I saw countless merchants on the street hanging white cloths on the façade, and everyone was full of sadness, telling that the left minister drove the crane west.

The closer they got to the Prime Minister's Mansion, the louder the crying became, and countless literati and businessmen who had received the favor of the Zuo Prime Minister knelt in front of the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the black pressure made it difficult for the carriage to move an inch. Feng Qiao helped Huang Yu get out of the carriage and walked into the prime minister's mansion escorted by the attendants in front of everyone. People looked at the red-eyed phoenix feather, and they became even more sad, and secretly vowed to repay the favor of the left minister to the nine princesses.

The Prime Minister's Mansion obviously has a side door, and there are fewer personnel, so it is safer for the pregnant Huang Yu. Feng Qiao chose to enter the house from the main gate under the watchful eye. His heart can be seen, but the grief-stricken Huang Yu didn't notice the scheming of the man next to him.

The housekeeper waited at the door to greet the prince and the princess, and led them to the main hall to see the last side of the left minister.

Before he reached the main hall, he heard the sound of crying and mourning, and Huang Yu, who was in a hurry all the way, did not have the courage to walk through these short steps at this time. Feng Qiao held her cold hand, and the warm palm gave her great courage. Huang Yu took a deep breath and followed the butler inside.

Carved jade for the coffin, Wenzi for the coffin, like a pale eye, Ye Lingya is dressed in filial piety clothes, kneeling in front of the coffin Chun hung his head and clenched his fist, and the hand bones were clattered. The man has tears and doesn't flick, Ye Lingya holds back his tears, like a whimpering little beast, which makes people feel distressed.

Ye Luoli cried on the side and burned paper money for Zuo Xiang, and the maid whispered to dissuade her, for fear that she would be emotional and hurt the child in her womb. At this time, Ye Luoli had been married to Taiwei Ningbo for a year, and his big belly was about to give birth.

"Brother!" When Huang Yu saw his relatives, his tears finally couldn't stop flowing. She stepped forward a few steps forward and threw herself into Ye Lingya's arms, whining and crying. Ye Lingya stroked Huang Yu's hair, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. His voice choked and he said, "The two of us, the most sorry thing in this life is my father"

"Yu'er is not filial, she didn't come in time, and she didn't ...... I didn't see my father for the last time...... "Huang Yu was out of breath crying, his legs and feet were weak, and he seemed to faint.

Feng Qiao hurriedly stepped forward to support Huang Yu and took it from Ye Lingya's arms. "Yu'er is pregnant, and when she heard that Zuo Xiang died, she couldn't accept it for a while and fainted, and she fell asleep for two days and two nights with a high fever, and her brother didn't blame her," Feng Qiao explained to Ye Lingya.

"Okay now?" Ye Lingya looked at Huang Yu worriedly. "The fireworks here are heavy, it is not easy to stay for a long time, you go to the inner temple to rest first, and comfort and comfort your mother, she has not eaten for three days since her father died"

"Okay" Huang Yu heard this, and hurriedly walked into the inner hall, Feng Qiao was supporting him.

"Feng Qiao, it's full of women, you will come out and keep the spirit with me in a while," Ye Lingya said suddenly.

Feng Qiao stood still, his eyes flashed, he didn't look back, he just answered, "No problem."

Madame Ye was frowning and sitting on the chair with her hands propped up, and the maidservant rubbed her temples lightly.

Huang Yu walked to Mrs. Ye's side and called softly, "Mother", Mrs. Ye slowly opened her red and swollen eyes, and quickly got up and took Huang Yu's hand and asked her to sit down. Seeing this, Feng Qiao slowly retreated.

"The palace sent someone to say that you have been suffering from a high fever, what is happening now? Look at this little sallow face" Mrs. Ye raised her hand and touched Huang Yu's forehead, and felt a little warm, before she let go of her heart.

"I'm fine, mother don't worry," Huang Yu replied. "Mother, how could the father ...... Died so suddenly? Didn't the doctor say that it could be temporarily stabilized with medicine? Although she knew that her mother would be sad to hear these words, she couldn't help but ask.

Xiangye walked very calmly, and left in his sleep, without any pain. When we found out, Xiangye's body was a little cold," Mrs. Ye said, although these words have been said to many people, Mrs. Ye's tears still can't stop flowing. "I didn't leave a suicide note, Xiangye, you are so ruthless, you left in such a hurry, so you can leave us a little thought"

"Mother, don't cry, her eyes are red from crying" Huang Yu wiped her tears for her mother. She turned her head to look around, but didn't see Wu Xiaoniang, so she changed the topic and said, "Mother, where is Xiaoniang?" Why didn't you see her? ”

"Wu Xiaoniang saw that Xiangye was no longer good, so she packed up and left Xiangfu a few days ago, alas, it's okay to go, stay away from this place" Mrs. Ye sighed softly.

With her daughter by her side, Mrs. Ye was in a slightly better mood.

The coffin was buried, the funeral was solemn, and on May 27, the left minister was buried.

Huang Yu and Ye Luoli were pregnant and couldn't wait, so they only waited in the mourning hall.

The Taoist priest summoned the soul of Zuo Xiang in the main hall, Ye Lingya bathed his father, put on silk clothes and went to the coffin, and put a white wall in his father's mouth. Zuo Xiang was honest all his life, but his children couldn't let their father be like this after his death, so the funeral items were numerous and valuable.

The weather was hot, and in order to prevent the body of Zuo Xiang from decomposing, the jade coffin only stopped at the Prime Minister's Mansion for seven days. Many officials and ministers came to offer condolences, and a few bold ones came to talk to the new minister, but they were all rejected by Ye Lingya one by one.

As the only male in Ye Lingya's Mansion, in addition to arranging guests, he also has to look at his sister from time to time, which is very tiring. Feng Qiao wanted to help him, but he refused. Ye Lingya only left Feng Qiao with one sentence: "If you take good care of Huang Yu, I will thank God!" Feng Qiao touched his nose and dust, and obediently stayed by Huang Yu's side every day, in the eyes of outsiders, he was really a top ten good husband.

In the afternoon, the three kings came to the Prime Minister's Mansion with all their slaves to mourn, but they were blocked at the door by the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Everyone knows that Zuo Xiang relapsed after seeing the three kings in the private room, and soon became ill, everything was caused by the man in front of him! Now he still has the face to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to condole!

Ye Lingya was busy all morning, he didn't even eat breakfast and lunch, and finally found a time when there were few guests, and when he was using the already cold lunch behind the mourning hall, he heard the report from the little maid that the people of the Three Kings and the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion were already in a mess at the door!

Ye Lingya heard this, and hurriedly put down his chopsticks and ran to the door. Brush Brush Brush! A few sounds of the sword being unsheathed, the sound of breaking through the air came, and a woman's scream sounded outside the door, and Ye Lingya hurriedly quickened his pace.

The little guy with a stick and the cook with a kitchen knife can be compared to the guard with a sword? Seeing this, Ye Lingya gathered in the dantian, "Stop!" ”

The imposing crowd shook, quickly withdrew their hands, and looked at each other with fierce eyes.

Ye Lingya passed through the people of the Prime Minister's Mansion, stood in front of the door, and bowed slightly to Feng Junwei, "The minister mismanaged the slaves, which frightened the prince, the prince gave the minister a face, and the minister must be disciplined in the future."

Feng Junwei walked out from behind the guards, his whole messy robe, coughed to save some face, and then raised his head, squinting at Ye Lingya from the corner of his eyes, and said in a domineering manner: "This king came to mourn for Zuo Xiang, but I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing, is it that Brother Ling Ya, the new minister, is incompetent, or did he listen to the villain's slander, thinking that this king is the murderer of Zuo Xiang indirectly?" ”

The housekeeper was angry, picked up the stick and wanted to swing it over, but was held down by Ye Lingya.

The corners of Ye Lingya's mouth hooked up a smile, and he made way for Feng Junwei sideways, "The prince is too worried, my father has just died, the prime minister's house is busy, and the slave has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and I hope the prince will forgive me." The wine and food have been prepared, and please don't dislike it, please please"