The death knell in the palace is not ringing at random, no matter who returns to the West, this person will not be an ordinary person.

“…… X, Eleven, Twelve...... Twenty-four, twenty-five......"

Duanmuxian counted silently, at first in his heart, and unconsciously, he counted out loud.

When he counted to "twenty-seven," the bell stopped.

There was a dead silence all around, except for the rustle of the evening breeze outside the window.

The summer night is particularly quiet, when the wind blows, and the faint fragrance of lotus wafts into the house.

Duanmuxian waited almost with bated breath for a few breaths, making sure that there would be no more bells ringing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Twenty-seven bells are the sound of mourning." Duanmuxian whispered to himself, "I'm afraid the Queen Mother is ......."

If this is the emperor's funeral, it will be forty-five bells, implying the ninety-five supreme.

Duanmu Xian's eyes looked darkly in the direction of the palace outside the window.

Duanmufei and Duanmujun glanced at each other silently, and both of them were a little surprised that Empress Dowager He died so suddenly.

Both sisters remembered a scene at today's Qianqiu banquet.

Today, they all saw that although Empress Dowager He had a sick face at the banquet, she was not sick to the point of dying.

Thinking of the news that Empress Dowager He was unwell and that the emperor had never come back after being called, the two sisters looked at each other, and there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

Duanmujun didn't think much about it, and said to Duanmuxian: "Grandfather, the Queen Mother's funeral, it's a national funeral." I'll ask the house to remove all the red lanterns, hang up the white silk, and hurry up to put on plain clothes......"

The more Duanmu Jun thought about it, the more he felt that there were many trivial matters at home, so he immediately retired from Duanmu Xian.

There is Duanmu in charge of the house, Duanmu Xian is very relieved, and waved her to let Duanmu Fei go down.

Duanmuxian himself is also busy, he has to hurry into the palace, as Duanmujun said, this is a national funeral, as the first assistant of the cabinet, he always has to enter the palace to express his grief to the emperor.

Although this funeral is handled by the free celebrant and the inner court, the funeral will inevitably involve money.

How much money does the emperor want to allocate to the queen mother?!

Thinking of the empty treasury, Duanmuxian's head began to hurt, and it stands to reason that this is the funeral of the queen mother and it is reasonable for the emperor to allocate money from the inner treasury......

Duanmuxian changed into an official uniform, and specially told people to carefully watch the He family and not let her go out, and then left the house in a hurry at night.

The night was deeper, the surroundings were quieter, the gate of Duanmu Mansion opened again, and the Zhulun drove out of Quanyu Street.

Tonight's capital is destined to be a sleepless night, from the dignitaries to the common people in Beijing, they all hung white silk and white lanterns in front of their own doors, as if the summer suddenly ushered in a goose feather snow, and the whole capital was dyed with wind and frost.

Everyone was busy with the sudden funeral of the Queen Mother, and the palace was brightly lit and bright as day.

The dark sky gradually whitened, revealing the whiteness of the fish's belly.

The western gate of the capital opened again with the shrill crowing of chickens.

The rumbling sound of opening the city gate made the people inside and outside the city who wanted to enter and leave the city eagerly wait, and Jun Ran waited at the city gate with a group of soldiers from King Jian's mansion.

Jun Ran didn't want to delay any longer, lest the emperor think of himself again and leave himself behind under the pretext of the Queen Mother's funeral.

As soon as the city gate opened, he led the first people out of the city, and with him was Feng Yan.

Feng Yan sent Jun Ran to Sanli Pavilion all the way to Sanli Pavilion before stopping.

At this time, the golden red sun was rising, and the air was still full of life with a slight smell of grass and dew.

However, whether it is Jun Ran or Feng Yan's complexion, they are a little dignified, with a bit of awe-inspiring "the wind is sluggish and the water is cold".

There is no invincible battle in this world, and once any soldier goes to the battlefield, he will fight for his life.

What's more, the current situation in the north is not optimistic.

"Ah Ran, I'll send you here." Feng Yan looked at Jun Ran a zhang away without blinking, and there was an extremely complex emotion hidden in those dark phoenix eyes.

Slowly, his eyes settled, and he told him unhurriedly: "You should be careful all the way on this trip...... When you reach the north, gather your military power as soon as possible. ”

In fact, King Jian must also know about the collection of military power, but King Jian is too loyal, so his methods will not be too tough.

Feng Yan deliberately said this at this time, wanting to remind Jun Ran to use strong means, and even, if necessary, to put King Jian in the air.

Jun Ran's eyes opened slightly, and the hand holding the horse rope subconsciously pushed harder.

He looked at Feng Yan without blinking, and nodded in response: "I understand." ”

The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his handsome face was devoid of the casual smile he usually had, and he was like a sharp sword out of the sheath, unstoppable.

Jun Ran understood what Feng Yan meant.

If you want to win this battle, you can't go according to your father's wishes, otherwise once Lingwu City is lost, the emperor will still count this account on the head of King Jian's mansion.

In case the Northern Yan army goes straight to the Central Plains, then what will be waiting for the fate of King Jian's Mansion......

Jun Ran didn't dare to think about it anymore.

This battle in the north can only be won, not defeated.

"Aran." Feng Yan beckoned to Jun Ran and motioned for him to come over.

Although Jun Ran was puzzled, he still leaned towards Feng Yan according to his words, and the surrounding soldiers of King Jian's Mansion were waiting four or five feet away from them.

On the official road, except for them, the front and back were empty, and only the faint sound of horses' hooves came from far ahead......

Jun Ran's eyes widened more and more as Feng Yan said, revealing a surprise that could not be concealed.

What did he want to say, Feng Yan had already ridden back in the sky, looked at Jun Ran with bright eyes, and said loudly: "Ah Ran, I am waiting for you in the capital to return triumphantly." ”

Next, it depends on how Jun Ran makes good use of Kou Jianzhang's handle.

This is a "good thing" from Geng Hai.

Jun Ran hooked his lips and smiled, flying with the wanton air characteristic of young people.

"Ah Yan, King Jian's Mansion will entrust you!"

Jun Ran didn't mention Princess Jian, nor did he mention Jun Lingxi, he was talking about King Jian's Mansion.

"Okay."

Feng Yan only gave this one word, solemnly.

Jun Ran pulled the horse rope and glanced at Feng Yan deeply, and the horse under his crotch turned around and headed towards the west.

He didn't say anything more, just waved his whip.

"Smack!"

Jun Ran's horse was the first to gallop out, and immediately after, the personal soldiers he brought with him also rode to catch up.

The horse's hooves flew and kicked up a large cloud of flying dust.

The sound of the horses' hooves faded away, and soon their backs were no longer visible.

And Feng Yan also turned the horse's head, and without his command, Ben Xiao galloped in the direction of the capital and returned to the mansion of the eldest princess of Anping.

Anping has already sat on the Zhulun car, just waiting for Feng Yan, He Empress Dowager is funeral, Anping, as the eldest princess, of course wants to enter the palace to mourn.

To Feng Yan's surprise, there was also a somewhat familiar little waiter next to the Zhu wheel.

Feng Yan blinked, and he had a bad premonition.

When Zhu Lunche came to Duanmu Mansion, Duanmu Fei felt the same way as Feng Yan when he saw this little chamberlain.

The little waiter greeted him politely, and nodded at Duanmu Feina: "The little one has seen the four girls." ”

"The four girls, the little one is here to pass on the emperor's message, and the emperor asked the four girls to accompany Her Royal Highness the eldest princess and Feng Gongzi into the palace to worship the queen mother."

"Poor Queen Mother, can't wait for the time for her grandson and the fourth girl to get married......

The little chamberlain looked distressed and regretful, if people who don't know about it, I'm afraid they still think that Empress Dowager He is Feng Yan's grandmother.

"......" Duanmu twitched the corners of his mouth, and he didn't know what to say.

The emperor still has time to think about himself at this time, and he is really idle enough, and he is not so "sad" when he thinks about it.

At this time, the curtain on the side of the vermilion wheel was lifted a little by a plain white slender hand, revealing Anping's bright face, she beckoned to Duanmu with a smile, and there was no sadness on her face.

Although Empress Dowager He is nominally Anping's "queen mother", no one in this court knows that these two people have always been at odds.

Of course, the little chamberlain also saw An Ping's smiling face, and bowed his head silently, just as if he didn't see it.

Duanmu Fei, under the courteous service of the little chamberlain, got on the vermilion wheel, met two pairs of similar phoenix eyes, and paused.

She didn't expect Feng Yan to be inside.

"Scarlet, come and sit."

An Ping patted the vacant seat on his side, and Feng Yan could only watch Duanmu Fei being greeted to his mother's side, with a pitiful look on his face.

An Ping was amused in his heart, deliberately ignored his son, and took Duanmu Fei's little hand to soothe him: "Scarlet, don't be afraid, after entering the palace, follow the palace, everything has the palace." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Duanmu Fei is very well-behaved, and she will do whatever Anping says.

Duanmu Fei wore a frost-white embroidered white plum gown today, the jewelry on his head and body were all white jade and silver ornaments without color, and even the embroidered shoes were white, which looked like a snow doll, crystal clear, and he felt pity in his heart.

As the saying goes, a woman should be pretty and filial.

However, Anping felt that this little girl's family still had to be dressed brightly and festively to look good.

Hey, the next thing to do is to serve the Queen Mother, and the new materials she purchased from Jiangnan for the little girl are afraid that they can't be worn for the time being......

An Ping thought very regretfully in his heart, and ripped off his son's sleeve, wanting him to buy some materials for Duanmu Fei to wear recently.

Feng Yanzheng looked at Duanmu Fei in a daze stupidly, was pulled by his mother, came back to his senses, cleared his throat, and said without words: "I saw off Ah Ran early this morning, and he has already set off for the north." ”

Duanmu's long eyelashes trembled, and he said softly: "When Jun Shizi arrives in the north, he should be able to control the ...... of the northern army."

Jian Wang Junji is a famous general who can go down in history, and he also has the common problem of many famous generals - foolish loyalty.

Today's Northern Army is no longer the Northern Army of four years ago, King Jian's personality will only make him shackled in the North, but Jun Ran's temperament is different from his father's, he is more flexible and flexible.

Fathers and sons can complement each other, so that they can control the hearts of the army and work together to the outside world.

The carlet was quiet again, and after a while, Duanmufei whispered again: "I'll go to King Jian's Mansion to see Xiaoxi in a few days." "I don't know if Xiaoxi will enter the palace today to offer condolences to the Queen Mother.

The carry was speeding all the way, and the street outside was exceptionally quiet, no longer noisy and lively on weekdays.

After turning another corner, the speed of the vermilion wheel suddenly slowed down.

Duanmufei casually opened the curtains and looked out, and found that many restaurants and shops on both sides of the street were closed directly and did not do business, and he knew in his heart: This national funeral, I am afraid that drinking and watching dramas or something will stop for a while.

There were a lot more carriages in the front and rear than before, and they were driving towards Chang'an Avenue one after another, and it was estimated that most of them were those nobles of the clan who rushed into the palace to mourn.

Duanmu Fei casually glanced down the street, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slender figure that was somewhat familiar.

This...... Isn't this Liu Yingshuang?!

More than a dozen zhang in front, Liu Yingshuang stood at the door of a house with a blue-clothed maid, and the blue-clothed maid knocked on the vermilion lacquer door of the house.

In just two months, Liu Yingshuang has become a lot haggard, her body has become thinner, her face is sallow, her hair is only combed casually, except for two red silk flowers, there is no gold and jade jewelry at all.

Looking at her like this, you can know that she is not having a good time during this time.

For Duanmu Fei, Liu Yingshuang is just an irrelevant person, she just glanced at it, then withdrew her gaze, and was about to put down the curtain, when her other big hand happened to come over and pinch the corner of the curtain.

Feng Yan looked curiously at Duanmu Fei's gaze, and happened to see a theater building in front of him, and moved his eyebrows.

He remembered that this theater was newly opened, but unfortunately he was afraid that it would be closed for a while.

It's also good...... After a few days, he will bring Zhen Zhen to this troupe to watch the play.

Duanmu's body stiffened slightly, and she felt his face come closer, almost touching her cheek, and she silently moved to the other side.

At this moment, there was a crisp slapping sound from outside the carriage.

"Smack!"

Duanmu was startled, and subconsciously followed the prestige, only to see Liu Yingshuang covering her left cheek, looking at the man in front of her in disbelief.

"You...... How dare you hit me?! ”

Liu Yingshuang's voice was so sharp that it soared into the sky, and it also attracted curious eyes on the street.

The young man in front of her was wearing a half-new and not old lake blue embroidered bamboo leaf straight jacket, and his handsome face was impatient and irritable, it was Pan Wugongzi.

Behind Pan Wugongzi stood a young woman wearing a lilac-colored embroidered hibiscus skirt, the young woman was beautiful, her posture was straight, and her eyebrows and eyes were quite heroic.

Pan Wugongzi said angrily to Liu Yingshuang: "If you weren't aggressive to make a move on Chunying, how could I be forced to be helpless......"

"Young lady." The blue-clothed maid looked at Liu Yingshuang uneasily, and Liu Yingshuang's fingers covering the left side of her face couldn't hide her red and swollen face.

Liu Yingshuang was stunned, and muttered: "Pan Fanglu, you actually beat me for this slut!" ”

Until this moment, Liu Yingshuang still couldn't believe that she and him would come to this point!

A month ago, the Wei family was copied.

At first, she was glad that she had saved her life, she didn't have to be sold as a slave like Wei Ruxian, and she could still live the life of a young grandmother in the Pan family.

However, when she returned to Pan's house, she found that everything was different.

Mother-in-law, Mrs. Pan, beats or scolds every day, and asks her to set rules from morning to night.

She complained to Pan Fanglu, who at first helped her to fight against Madame Pan, but then she became more and more impatient, and she had a first quarrel with him, and then a second, a third, and a fourth......

Later, Mrs. Pan gave Pan Fanglu a beautiful maid as a room, he rarely went to her, she endured it, and later, one by one the maids were stuffed into the yard by Mrs. Pan, and Pan Fanglu even raised a flower girl named Chunying outside as an outer room.

Pan Fanglu didn't return overnight yesterday, and Liu Yingshuang finally couldn't bear it anymore, so she rushed here early in the morning with her personal maid to catch the rapist.

Thinking of seeing the pair of dog men and women hugging each other in the yard, Liu Yingshuang's eyes turned red, and a burst of heart fire jumped up.

"Sister," At this time, the young woman named Chun Ying stepped forward half a step forward, walked to Pan Fanglu's side, stood side by side with him, and looked at Liu Yingshuang calmly, "Don't worry, I won't fight with you for Pan Ying, and I won't enter Pan's mansion, I just ask Pan Lang to come to see me from time to time." ”

Pan Fanglu looked at Chun Ying beside him with emotion, took her hand, and felt that Liu Yingshuang had already changed, unlike Chun Ying, who was sincere to herself, and didn't care about those false names at all.

This scene stimulated Liu Yingshuang again, and she roared regardless of it:

"Pan Fanglu, how did you swear to me in the first place?!"

"You said that you only have me in your heart, and no one else...... And what about her?! And what is she?! ”

"Your heart is going to grow too fast!"

Liu Yingshuang's voice was poignant, and she couldn't help but think of Wei Ruxian in her mind, and thought of Pan Fanglu's appearance when she looked at Wei Ruxian in front of her.

The commotion here was so loud that it naturally attracted the attention of many passers-by on the street, and some passers-by surrounded them.

The already congested streets were blocked, and the carriages on the road were moving like turtles crawling, and even the carriages were poking out with curious faces.

Pan Fanglu's face was hot, and he looked at Liu Yingshuang in front of him with a strange expression, and he didn't dare to detail that the crazy woman in front of him was the hearty and bright girl she used to be.

Could it be that as those drama books say, once the girl's family gets married, she will change from pearls to fish eyes?!

"Have you made enough trouble?" Pan Fanglu was so angry that smoke rose above his head, and roared angrily, "Don't hurry back yet!" ”

Liu Yingshuang looked at the unfamiliar face in front of her, and remembered how she had suffered such humiliation when her uncle was still there.

She stepped forward again and slapped Pan Fanglu......

However, Pan Fanglu accurately pinched Liu Yingshuang's right wrist and clenched it tightly.

Liu Yingshuang wrinkled her facial features in pain, and shouted: "Let go of me!" Pan Fanglu, you let me go! ”

Pan Fanglu's eyes were cold, and the tenderness that had been relentless disappeared in Liu Yingshuang's unreasonable troubles again and again.

He said in a cold voice: "If you continue to make trouble, I will divorce you!" ”

At the same time as the words fell, he pushed Liu Yingshuang hard, and Liu Yingshuang staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.

Her face was panicked, and her eyes were dazed.

If she is divorced, there will be nowhere to go.

"Pan Fanglu, you are ruthless and unjust!"

Liu Yingshuang was still roaring, looking crazy, only the pair of dogs and men in front of her were left in her eyes, and she didn't notice Anping's Zhulun at all, let alone Duanmufei in the Zhulun.

The caravan gradually walked away and turned onto Chang'an Street.

When An Ping heard the movement outside, he also glanced at Liu Yingshuang in the rear, recognized that this was Wei Yongxin's "niece", shook his head and said: "The Queen Mother's new funeral has become like this, and the Pan family doesn't seem to want to live anymore." ”：

An Ping sneered, "This Pan family is not a good product. ”

Duanmu nodded approvingly.

Feng Yan looked at the two of them a little inexplicably, not knowing what they were talking about.

After the Zhulun turned to Chang'an Avenue, it drove more slowly, and in front of it was a long winding dragon, all of which were carriages and horses from various provinces in the capital.

The whole street is particularly quiet and gloomy, and when they enter the palace, the palace is as quiet as a dead city, and everywhere they look, they can see plain white, plain white lanterns, plain white silk, plain white paper money, plain white clothes......

Empress Dowager He's mourning hall has been built, and it is set up in Cining Palace.

Yesterday was still a lively Qianqiu banquet, today is already another scene, a piece of white flowers, in front of the Empress Dowager He tablet, the tablet is written the Queen Mother's name: Cheng Xiao Zhuang Hui An Su Wen Cheng Shun Tian Kai Sheng Yi Empress Dowager.

In front of the tablet is a huge golden silk nan coffin, in which lies the body of the Empress Dowager He, covered with a golden silk brocade quilt.