In the past two days, Wang Yuan has been busy enough. As Yang Guozhong's close person, Wang Yuan had to undertake various matters related to the reception and arrangement of the funeral. Although it is very reproachful to be reduced to the role of a housekeeper for the Yang family's funeral as a dignified household servant, in this sensitive period, Wang Yuan is happy to do so.

The reason is actually very simple, the more Yang Guozhong asked himself to contribute to the funeral of Mrs. Qiuguo, the more it showed that in the Yang family's mind, he had relieved his doubts about himself, and if he stood aside at this time, it would be the worst situation. Moreover, under the recommendation of Yang Guozhong, Wang Yuan got acquainted with a large number of officials, came into contact with all kinds of people, and learned about many hidden relationships that he never knew.

It's just a little embarrassing, Mrs. Yu Guo who was lying in the coffin of the mourning hall was killed by herself, but now she is grandly organizing her funeral, which is somewhat ironic, and there is some weakness. However, now there is no regret about turning back, no matter how difficult it is to pass the demons, Wang Yuan has to grit his teeth and get through.

At the moment when Mrs. Qiu's coffin was buried in the ground, Wang Yuan was also relieved, as time passed, many of the effects of Mrs. Qiu's death would always slowly disappear. Like all big names, their lives and deaths are certainly at stake, but as time goes by, no matter how influential they are, they will still be forgotten. Wang Yuan hated that time would fly by and let this matter slowly fade from people's minds, so that he would be truly at ease.

After returning to the city in the afternoon, Yang Guozhong hosted a banquet to entertain Wang Yuan and thanked him for his hard work in the past few days. Wang Yuan's ability to do things still made Yang Guozhong very satisfied, the whole funeral matters were complicated, Wang Yuan insisted on taking twenty stewards and three hundred servants to do it one by one, and arranged it properly, making people almost forget that he was just a young man who was nineteen years old and less than the age of the weak crown.

If Yang Guozhong had known that the young man in front of him was a lecturer at a university in another world a thousand years later, and had organized the planning of various activities within the university attended by thousands of people, and had seen and participated in the control and organization of more complex event scenes, he would probably not be surprised by Wang Yuan's handyness.

After the banquet, Wang Yuan, who was slightly drunk, left Zuo Xiangfu and went home, and after the tense nerves relaxed, he needed a good sleep to recover the tension and exhaustion of his body and mind. But when he walked to the front of the east gate of Jing'an Fang, the sound of horses' hooves behind him came, and several fast horses crossed Wang Yuan's horse head to block the way.

Wang Yuan tilted his head and dozed off on the horse, he was completely sleepy by this situation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw three knights dressed in palace attendant clothes stopped in front of him, and Wang Yuan was very familiar with the first person, it was Wang Chengen, the director of the Xingqing Palace, and Wang Yuan had met several times.

"Wang Shilang, please stay." Wang Chengen immediately bowed his hand and saluted.

Wang Yuan was drunk and hazy, and smiled in confusion and said politely: "Why is the king's servant here?" I didn't enjoy the blessings in the palace on this hot day, how did I come to the city? ”

Wang Chengen wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and said, "Do you want our family?" How can our family have a happy life, our family was ordered to invite the royal servants into the palace, and the concubine Niangniang was invited. ”

Wang Yuan was stunned, most of the wine woke up, and he was familiar with entering the palace as usual, but the first time was when the concubine ordered someone to summon him, why is this?

"Summoned by the concubine? What do the king's chamberlains know? Wang Yuan frowned and asked.

"Wang Shilang, what you are asking, we are only about passing the word, where do we dare to inquire about the affairs of the masters, isn't that looking for a board? Wang Shilang Mo asked, hurry up and go with us, the concubine is waiting in the Agarwood Pavilion. ”

Wang Yuanwu wanted to say something to himself, and asked, "Is Your Majesty also in the Agarwood Pavilion?" ”

Wang Chengen frowned and said, "I didn't tell you, it was summoned by the noble concubine, and His Majesty was not present." Let's go, don't delay the errand and provoke the concubine to blame. ”

Wang Yuan was speechless, so he had to turn his horse's head and say to Wang Dahei, who was following him: "When I went back to report to my family, I said that the concubine was summoned and I went to the palace." ”

Wang Dahei agreed and went straight into the door, Wang Chengen and two attendants took Wang Yuan back and forth to look back at the Xingqing Palace in the northeast, along the way Wang Yuan thought about Yang Guifei's intention to summon him, and he had no clue about it, and finally thought that Guifei Niangniang summoned him to nothing more than play music or write poetry. Mrs. Qiuguo is newly mourned, and it is impossible to play a song, and it is possible that she has to help with some two poems and poems of mourning. Thinking of this, my heart gradually soothed.

Entering Xingqing Palace all the way in, to the east of Longchi, a hundred flowers in the garden, the green trees and red flowers on the side of the Agarwood Pavilion are lush and beautiful, but Wang Yuan has no heart to appreciate it. Because as soon as he entered the Hundred Gardens, Wang Yuan immediately felt that the atmosphere was different. On weekdays, among the flowers in the hundred gardens, the maids and female officials around the concubine are wandering, all of them are leisurely and contented, and the people and flowers reflect each other to form a unique beauty. But today, among the shadows of the flowers and trees, the figures of the palace guards can be faintly seen. Among the flowers, there is a lady, a female official, and there is no servant.

"Wait, let's go and report to the mother." Under the steps outside the Agarwood Pavilion, Wang Chengen stopped Wang Yuandao.

Wang Yuan arched his hand and said: "There is labor." ”

In the sunlight under the pavilion, Wang Yuan stood bored, listening to the noise of autumn cicadas, the sun in late summer and early autumn was still extremely exposed, his body was hot, the wine in his stomach was rising, and he was sweating all over his body.

"Wang Shilang, the noble concubine has summoned you to meet you. When talking to the mother, you must know the etiquette, and do not offend the mother, otherwise it will be a capital crime. Wang Chengen hurried over and said in a low voice.

Wang Yuan nodded, straightened his clothes and groomed, stepped up the steps and entered the corridor outside the pavilion, under the shade, the breeze was comfortable, and his mind was a lot clearer. Looking up at the agarwood pavilion at the end of the corridor, Yang Guifei, who was dressed in plain clothes, sat there alone, hanging her head thoughtfully.

Wang Yuan was surprised, when the concubine summoned the ministers, she must be accompanied by someone, and the maids always had to stand a few, how could there be a reason to summon them alone. An ominous premonition came over me.

"Chen Wangyuan visits the concubine Niangniang." Wang Yuan hurriedly stepped forward and saluted.

Yang Guifei looked sideways at the flowers and trees outside the pavilion, as if she didn't hear Wang Yuan's words, and was dazed. Between the full hair, a white flower facing Wang Yuan's left sideburns is extremely eye-catching.

"Minister...... Wang Yuan visited the concubine Niangniang. Wang Yuan said in a deep voice.

Yang Guifei slowly turned her head, Rudai's eyebrows raised slightly, glanced at Wang Yuan, who was prostrate in front, and said lightly: "Get up, please take a seat." ”

Wang Yuan got up and bowed his head and said, "The minister doesn't dare, I don't know what the will of the Niangniang summons me." ”

Yang Guifei was silent for a moment, and said softly: "You presided over the third sister's funeral very well, I thank you for the third sister." Zuo Xiangguo praised you in front of me, and the eighth sister also praised you, and now that the third sister is in the ground, I naturally want to ask you to thank you for a few words. ”

Wang Yuan said in a deep voice: "The minister doesn't dare to be the minister, that's what the minister should do." The untimely death of the third lady is shocking, the concubine and the third lady have a deep sisterhood, but they should take care of their bodies and mourn smoothly, which is the blessing of my Tang Dynasty. ”

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Yang Guifei's mouth, and she pointed to the stone bench on the side and said, "You better sit down and talk, you stand like this, I need to look up at you, I'm not used to it." ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Wang Yuan hurriedly walked over and sat on the stone bench on the side. When he sat down, his eyes swept a slight glance at Yang Guifei, but he saw that Yang Guifei's eyes were slightly swollen, but she still had picturesque eyebrows and outstanding demeanor, and her skin was even more beautiful and charming in plain clothes.

Yang Guifei seemed to sense Wang Yuan's gaze, looked sideways, and touched Wang Yuan's eyes, Wang Yuan hurriedly lowered his head. It's not that it's disrespectful to look at the concubine, but Wang Yuan saw a cold air in Yang Guifei's eyes, which made Wang Yuan a little frightened.

"Wang Yuan, you have done a lot of things for my Yang family, and the eighth sister came to the palace that day to list them with me. You have made great efforts for your cousin to ascend to the position of left minister, and you are the first person of my Yang family. The strategy to kill Yang Shenjin is very clever, although I don't understand these power struggles, but after listening to what Eighth Sister said, I can't help but admire you very much. In terms of skills, you can be regarded as a more capable person among the Tang Dynasty men. You can do the funeral of the third sister this time, so that the top and bottom are very satisfied, you are indeed a rare talent. ”

"Niangniang praised, I just tried my best to repay the Yang family's kindness. Without the protection of the Yang family, Wang Yuan would probably have no place to stand. The soldier dies for his confidant, and Wang Yuan is willing to do his best to serve the Yang Sect. ”

Yang Guifei nodded slightly and said, "You are not arrogant, you are indeed not simple." I heard you're only 19 years old, aren't you? ”

Wang Yuan said: "Niangniang cares, she is indeed nineteen years old, and her birthday is in October. ”

Yang Guifei nodded and said, "Sure enough, the hero is a teenager." At the age of nineteen, you can dance with long sleeves and be good at dancing among various factions, you are really not simple. ”

Wang Yuan's brain buzzed, and he was stunned: "Niangniang, what did you say?" ”

Yang Guifei's face was cold, and she said word by word: "I said that you kept everyone in the dark, and you were in Cao Ying's heart in Han, did you treat my Yang family as fools?" ”

Wang Yuan's face changed drastically, and he stood up suddenly, forgetting his etiquette and staring at Yang Yuhuan's face in a daze.