Zhuangzi led the horse, pulled Rong'er's coffin and followed the palace guards to the palace. The Kong guard dismounted and led the horse to the side of Zhuangzi. Behind him, there were many onlookers. Thereinto! A few were dead men sent by the shipowner.

On both sides of the street, many onlookers also emerged. A lot of people don't know what it's all about and ask each other about it.

"Who do you ask me?" Someone asked rhetorically.

"That person is the palace guard, the red man next to the monarch, Chief Kong!"

"Oh? He's the head of Kong? Yes! Sure enough, it lives up to its name! This, this, this? Who is that person he's along? ”

"Whose coffin is that?"

Only a few people knew Zhuangzi, and some pointed their fingers at Zhuangzi and said, "Why is he so thin again?" Pander to? Whose coffin was he pulling? Where to pull? Pull to the palace? No way? Is it Dai Liu'er? Dai Liu'er is dead again? Still is? ”

Outside the palace gate, the palace guards dismounted one by one, led the horses to both sides, and stood on both sides.

Zhuangzi also reined in the horse and looked up at the front.

He has been to the palace of the Song Kingdom countless times, everything is so familiar, but it is so unfamiliar.

Inside the palace, a team of men blocked the way.

Song Quecheng sat on the sedan chair and looked at him. Behind Song Quecheng, stood Song Rongzi and other important ministers of the court. Several of the personal guards stood on either side, looking ahead with fierce eyes.

Behind Song Quecheng, there stood a group of eunuchs and maids.

Seeing that Zhuangzi was coming, Song Quecheng got down from the sedan chair and walked towards the gate of the palace.

"Lord!" Song Rongzi shouted and trotted over.

Zhuangzi was very moved when he saw Song Kuocheng coming to pick him up. Quickly bent his legs and fell to the ground, knelt forward, and cried.

"Lord! Lord! You have to be the master of Zhuang Zhou! Woowoo woo ......"

knelt in front of Song Juecheng, lay on the ground, and cried.

"Get up! Everyone knows! Song Quecheng said in a deep voice.

Mr. Kong hurriedly stepped forward and helped Zhuangzi up.

"Get up! The Lord has raised you! Did you hear that? The Lord knows it! The Lord will be the Lord for you. ”

Zhuangzi fell down again, and kowtowed. said: "Since he can't tolerate Zhuang Zhou, let him make a break with Zhuang Zhou!" Lord! Just let Zhuang Zhou make a break with him, right? Either he dies or I die! Life and death! Lord! Woowoo woo ......"

Guarding Kong stood aside, did not help Zhuangzi up, and looked at Song Kuocheng with his eyes.

Song Juecheng looked at Zhuangzi and then at Song Rongzi. Then he said, "Get up!" Go back to the palace with the widow, and the widow will be the master for you! Eunuch! ”

"The slave is here!" The eunuch hurriedly stepped forward and agreed.

"Transporting Rong'er's coffin to the inner palace and treating it with national courtesy!"

"Yes!"

After Song Quecheng finished speaking, he ignored Zhuangzi and turned around and walked towards the palace.

Only then did the Kong guards help Zhuangzi up again and said, "Did you hear that?" The Lord promised to be the master for you, and he would bury Rong'er with a national ceremony. ”

"Thank you, Lord! Woooooo Zhuangzi kowtowed again, and then got up. Under the guidance of the guards of Kong, he followed Song Juecheng's team and walked to the depths of the palace.

Several palace guards stepped forward and pulled a carriage to follow behind the eunuch to transport Rong'er's coffin to the designated place. Since it is buried with state rites, it must be handled in accordance with the prescribed procedures and etiquette.

"This, this, this?" Song Quecheng sat on the sedan chair and turned his head to ask Song Rongzi, who was walking aside. "He made this request, how should the widow answer him?"

Song Rongzi ran two steps and followed closely beside the sedan chair. After thinking about it, he replied, "Promise him!" ”

"Promise him?"

"This matter has nothing to do with the black-clothed guards, so let him face it."

"This?"

"If you don't agree to him, the world will say that this matter has something to do with the Lord, and it is the Lord's order that he dares to do that!"

"Hmmm! ......" Song Quecheng snorted in his nose and did not make a specific statement.

Song Rongzi took two more steps and whispered, "The two of them, only one can live!" Lord! A choice must be made! ”

"This?"

"Let Providence decide, right?"

"But?" Song Kuicheng wanted to say: Although I don't accept Zhuangzi, he is my nephew after all? Is it Aunt Qu's nephew? What if he dies?

But? The black-clothed guards can't die, right? He is a die-hard loyalist, and his martial arts are so good, if he dies, there will be no guards behind him who can keep him safe. Grandpa Wu is already old, and I must have a young and powerful personal guard by my side?

"Let Providence decide!" Song Rongzi accentuated his tone and reminded again.

"This?" Song Cucheng waved his hand and said, "Let the widow think about it!" ”

Back in the bedroom, Song Juecheng sat on the high platform, panting. After thinking about it, I still can't make a decision.

If Zhuangzi loses and dies, what if he confesses to the sixth sister?

This is a very real problem.

If Zhuangzi dies, I'm sorry that Aunt Qu is young, why don't Dai Liu'er come over directly to trouble him? This, this, this? That's the big deal.

If you don't agree? As Song Rongzi said, he can't get out of it. The world will definitely suspect that he secretly instructed the black-clothed guards to hunt down and kill Zhuangzi and Rong'er.

In his impression, in most people's guesses, Zhuangzi PK black-clothed guards have little chance of winning. Even! Definitely lose!

If it was before? For example, last time, Zhuangzi still had a chance to win. But now! The black-clothed guards have been personally passed on by Gonggong Wu, and their martial arts have skyrocketed.

Zhuangzi came to the outside of the dormitory and did not dare to go in directly. But! Kneeled down.

Guarding Kong said complainingly: "Go in? You? ”

Zhuangzi ignored the guards, lying there without looking up.

The Kong guards had no choice but to enter the dormitory and report to Song Quecheng.

Song Quecheng shook his head and waved his hand: "Let him in!" ”

For this nephew, he is also convinced!

Sigh to sigh! But in his heart, he was still satisfied! Because! That's exactly what he wanted! Govern Zhuangzi obediently, without objection, dare not oppose.

"Lord! Woowoo woo ......"

Zhuangzi cried and crawled into the dormitory. climbed under Song Juecheng's high platform and cried there.

"You, you, you! Don't cry! Song Juecheng waved his hand towards Zhuangzi and said, "The widow doesn't dare to promise you easily?" You? If you have three long and two short, how do you let the widow explain to your mother? How to explain to Aunt Qu? You? Aren't you embarrassed? Change one! On another condition! Change one! ”

"Lord! If the lord doesn't agree to Zhuang Zhou, then the lord will order him to be killed! Lord! Woo woo woo ......," Zhuangzi cried.

"You let the widow kill him? This? This? This? Song Juecheng said, looking at Song Rongzi and the others.

Song Rongzi understood, stepped forward to the high platform, and said to Zhuangzi: "The Lord has investigated this matter, but this matter has nothing to do with the black-clothed guards?" The evidence is broken. During this period, the black-clothed guards were in retreat, and everything was ordered by the eunuch on his own initiative. Right now! The little eunuch committed suicide in fear of crime, and there was no proof of his death. This? Does this make it difficult for the Lord? ”

"Since you can't say it clearly, let him come out and talk to Zhuang Zhou in person. He can destroy the evidence, and die without proof. But! He can't erase the trail of his heart! Zhuangzi said.

"Traces?" Song Quecheng asked in surprise: "How to check the traces of the heart?" ”

"Zhuang Zhou has a way to check! Let him tell the truth! As long as he dares to come forward to testify, he can't hide his heart! ”