"Qi Fu Jin," the chief administrator of Prince Zheng's Mansion knelt in front of the Fu Cha clan of Fu Jin, and said with a cry, "Lord Wang, his old man, it's gone!" ”

The chief of the Fucha clan took a breath, stood up slowly, looked out the window with emotion, and said after a long time: "How to arrange the prince's funeral, have you discussed it with Duanhua?" ”

"If you go back to Fujin," replied the chief manager, "we haven't had time to discuss it yet, so the third master will let the servants inform Fujin first!" ”

"Well," Fucha nodded, his tone extremely calm, "you tell them that I already know." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoNext, you have to hurry up and do the things of buying white cloth and sewing filial piety clothes, for a while, there is no way to 'make clothes' in the palace, but according to the rules, you have to 'pick the tassels' and 'pick the red', you have to arrange it quickly, don't let outsiders laugh at the palace's no rules! ”

"Dress" means that the relatives and servants of the palace should wear different styles of mourning clothes according to the regulations, due to the urgency of the matter, it is impossible to immediately purchase and process these clothes for a while, but in order to show that there is a funeral in the palace, the people of the palace need to remove the red tassels on the coat and hat and the red ornaments hanging in various places in the palace, which is called "picking tassels" and "picking red".

"Huh!" "These minions have already notified all the courtyards, and the white cloth has also been sent to buy it, and the red lanterns hanging at the gates of the palace have also been replaced with white lanterns!" The next thing, wait for the third master to settle the prince's coffin, and then report to Fu Jin! ”

"Okay, you're doing a good job!" Fucha paced two steps, and then asked, "What are you going to arrange for that new Su Shun?" ”

"According to what Yuman said to the servant before," the chief manager said while thinking, "The prince originally bought a house for this new sixth master in the firewood alley of Erlongkeng, but he has not yet started to rebuild, and he can't live in it for the time being." What the prince meant before his death was to let him live in the 'Shiqin Residence' of the palace first, and everything was screwed together, and the minions couldn't spare anyone to clean ......"

"Alright," Fucha interrupted him, "I'll talk about this matter in the afternoon, Shi Qinju is there, don't let people in for the time being." Do you understand? ”

The tone of Fucha's last sentence was aggravated, and the chief manager naturally understood the meaning, so he immediately kowtowed and said, "The slave understands!" ”

"Go get busy," Fucha brushed the hair of his sideburns with his long nails, and his gaze suddenly became sharp, "Tell all the subordinates of the palace that there is a white matter in the palace, and you must be cautious on errands!" If anyone doesn't follow the rules, does the wrong thing, or says the wrong thing at this time, don't blame me for being unkind! ”

The majesty and means of the Fucha clan had already been comprehended by the chief administrator, and when he heard this, his back was even colder, and he immediately kowtowed again, and replied in a trembling voice: "Huh! The slaves must be strict when they go down, and they must be in charge of the affairs of each courtyard to manage the people below! ”

"Hmm," Fucha waved his hand, "there you go!" ”

"The minions are gone!" The chief steward bowed and withdrew, sweating profusely and leaving the Fucha clan's dormitory.

At this time, a maid gently lifted the curtain and came in, walked to the side of the Fucha clan, and said in a low voice: "Yu Fujin, someone from Prince Ding's Mansion said that the matter has been arranged, and you can act in the afternoon today!" ”

"Good!" Fucha sat back on the couch and said to the maid, "Let them all come in, change my clothes, and let's go and see the remains of the prince!" ”

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"Fifth brother," Yue Ling clenched the golden hairpin in her right hand and asked the King of Xuanjun, "Do you know where the 'shoulder well hole' is?" ”

"Oh?" The king of the county was stunned, "It's on the shoulder, I really don't know the specific location!" ”

Yue Ling sneered and said, "The water of the human gall meridian goes up through the 'Yongquan Acupoint' on the sole of the foot, and comes out from the 'Shoulder Well Acupoint', and then flows into the whole body. ”

"This," the king wondered, "what does that mean?" ”

"That is to say," Yue Ling stared closely at Su Xiaoliu's shoulder well in the distance, and said, "If a person's 'shoulder well point' is sealed, then ......"

The king asked, "What will happen?" ”

Before his words fell, Yue Ling threw the golden hairpin in his hand at Su Xiaoliu's shoulder like throwing a dart. The golden hairpin was like an electric switch, passing through the crowd of people who were bowing, and it was stabbing Su Xiaoliu's "shoulder well hole".

"Ahh Su Xiaoliu's tears poured out in an instant like water guns, and then his lips trembled constantly, and he raised his head to the sky and screamed. He stretched out his right hand behind his shoulder, trying to pull out the sharp object that had pierced him, but as soon as his fingers touched the golden hairpin, a pain like electricity suddenly swept through his body, and finally even his toes cramped.

"See?" Yue Ling was extremely proud of her own head, and boasted to the king of Xuanjun, "That's it, it will hurt so much that life is better than death!" ”

[Netizen]: What's the situation? Why did you howl all of a sudden?

[Netizen]: Is it "Amma" that howls?

[Netizen]: It wasn't okay just now, I was about to see what was in the red envelope, why did it suddenly happen!

[Netizen]: yes, I also want to see what the real estate certificate looks like in there?

[Netizen]: What is the real estate certificate, the title deed is the land certificate!

[Netizen]: I think the interpretation is the most correct real estate ownership certificate!

[Netizen]: It's not that there are silver tickets, and I don't know how many denominations they are!

[Netizen]: There will definitely be no less, now Su Xiaoliu is going to make a fortune!

[Netizen]: Is this expression overly excited?

[Netizen]: It doesn't look like it, my face is distorted, like it hurts!

[Netizen]: Huh? What did he grasp on his back?

[Netizen]: It seems that there is something behind it, but the camera can't see the back!

[Netizen]: What you said is not right, I think the ghost of the prince is attached to Su Xiaoliu!

[Netizen]: Huh? Demon-possessed? Listening to Su Xiaoliu's miserable voice, it's really a bit like it!

[Netizen]: Is this a live supernatural event?

[Netizen]: I just came in, wow, finally caught up! This is the live broadcast of the gelding Xiaoliu, right, it must be very painful to listen to the sound, right? May I ask you, did you not use anesthetic?

[Netizen]:......

Zhang Sanlu, Zhu Shaowen, Shen Chun and the three of them not far away were isolated from the crowd, not knowing that Su Xiaoliu was stabbed at the acupuncture point, they saw Su Xiaoliu crying in front of Prince Zheng's couch, and couldn't help but sigh: "This kid pretended to cry and pretended to be too similar!" ”

"I see," Zhang Sanlu whispered to Zhu and Shen, "We should make up a cross talk, specifically about crying!" ”

"This is a good idea," Zhu Shaowen raised his thumb and praised, "There are many kinds of crying, different identities, different statuses, different things encountered, and different ways of crying. ”

"Oops," Shen Chunhe couldn't help frowning when he saw Su Xiaoliu crying so much that he was almost out of shape, "Like Su Xiaoliu's crying method, it can be regarded as crying to the best level, right?" You see, both hands are starting to pound the ground, oops, it hurts to look at your hands! ”

"Hey," Zhu Shaowen also saw Su Xiaoliu's heart-rending appearance, "Look, I'm starting to hit the prince's flaming tiger skin couch with my head at this moment!" Did you hear it, that sound, knock knock, hit it so hard! ”

Just as Prince Zheng's relatives were mourning, suddenly, Prince Zheng's body, which had fallen on the couch, sat up tremblingly.

[Netizen]: I'll rub! The zombies have come back to life!