In the next three days, King Gong couldn't afford to fall ill, Sun Beiji temporarily took the position of the first assistant of the cabinet, the prince supervised the country, and the princess Zhen took care of Prince Gong day and night, and did not leave for a moment.

It wasn't until they cleaned up the battlefield that Zhang Shouzhong and the others realized that last night's battlefield was far more than just the Heart Cultivation Palace.

According to Song Bozong's plan, if there was no disturbance between Bai Ling and Heng Yuanjun, they could do it directly without bloodshed.

However, Chen Yicong ran away.

Time was delayed, and several teams of the replaced city defense and praetorian guards also noticed something unusual, which led to a small-scale battle.

For these generals, the imperial court naturally wants to commend them, but the Ministry of Rites is obviously about to be overwhelmed - the enthronement of the new emperor and the state funeral of Emperor Jianxi are the first priority now.

And the memorabilia handed over by the state capitals has been piling up for several days because of the death of Emperor Jianxi, and the cabinet and the celebrant are quickly dealing with it.

In the cabinet room, Zhang Shouzhong's face was still bruised and swollen, and his right foot was also in a plaster cast, but he was still busy in his place.

Soon, Zhang Shouzhong put down the pen in his hand and said softly, "Elder Ge, I have already written this appeasement document for Chang Sheng, can you take a look?" If there is no problem, when I get the news from the Ministry of Rites tonight, I will send someone to Jingzhou for 800 miles to be sent urgently. ”

Sun Beiji stood up, walked to Zhang Shouzhong's side, took the paperwork and read it carefully.

The document is very long, and it is in the tone that Prince Gong has always said in a cold and warm tone.

Zhang Shouzhong added on the side, "Actually, I mainly said three things, Qu Xiu's participation in the rebellion, the concubine falling from the building, and the suicide of the old lady Qu in the ancestral hall and leaving a letter to cut off relations with Qu Xiu." ”

Sun Beiji put down the paperwork and hesitated a little, "...... Is it necessary to go into such detail? ”

"It's hard to hide." Zhang Shouzhong said in a low voice, "Instead of letting others spread any rumors, it is better for us to tell him the truth directly, so that we can be frank and trust him."

"And the letter also made it clear, we believe that Qu Xiu was expelled from the Qu family first, and his mother's Qu family is still the loyalty of my Great Zhou. If this is true for the Qu family, there will be no involvement with the Chang family - he can understand. ”

Sun Beiji sighed.

"I've already looked at the posthumous seal proposed by the Ministry of Rites for the concubine and the old lady in the afternoon," Sun Beiji said in a low voice, "It's not a big problem. ”

"That'll be fine." Zhang Shouzhong also sighed a little, "Since the concubine is so bold, no matter what position the Ministry of Rites gives, I will support it." ”

"I'm not lamenting this." Sun Beiji replied.

Zhang Shouzhong was stunned, "That pavilion is always sighing......?" ”

Sun Beiji thought for a moment, "Look at the concubine, and then look at Qu Xiu; Look at the princess, and then look at the princess......"

Before Sun Beiji finished speaking, Zhang Shouzhong immediately looked back and forth keenly—there were indeed only the two of them left in the room at this moment.

"Ge Lao, be cautious."

This scene seems familiar, but the persuasion and the persuaded have reversed positions.

Sun Beiji's eyes were still calm, "There are some things that I can only say to you." At the beginning, the concubine was looking for death, and the courtiers were angry; Now the concubine is not only dead, but also hugged King Qi to die together, and as a result, after her death, the shadow was prosperous and the ministers praised it...... Don't you think it's ridiculous? ”

Zhang Shouzhong frowned and was silent for a moment, "Elder Ge, you should understand the difference, if it weren't for the noble concubine's loyalty, now Song Bozong is afraid that he has taken King Qi to defect to Jinren...... That's a national shame! ”

"yes, I get it. But in the end, Song Bozong insisted on going his own way, how innocent was the concubine, and what was the innocent king of Qi? What's the point of posthumously sealing after death? ”

Sun Beiji shook his head, raised his hand and said, "...... Probably I'm really old. ”

For a while, many words poured into Zhang Shouzhong's heart.

He really didn't think about this matter from the perspective of the concubine like Sun Beiji, and he didn't have to do this - this posthumous seal was not originally to comfort the dead, but to appease the living.

For example, the constant victory of the frontier.

But Sun Beiji's sentence "really old" suddenly made Zhang Shouzhong sour.

Thinking of the night of Emperor Jianxi's funeral, among the cabinet members, only he and Sun Beiji stood up.

"I don't hide it from the elder pavilion," Zhang Shouzhong lowered his voice, "I always think of the situation when the prince escaped from the battle that night...... I really think that if you are like this, it is better to go home and farm and cook tea. ”

Sun Beiji didn't refute, his eyes sank slightly, "I ...... I really want to go back to my hometown. ”

“…… But God favors me Da Zhou, as well as the prince, and the princess, as well as you and me. Zhang Shouzhong looked at Sun Beiji, "If the elder pavilion is old, who can I work with to help through thick and thin?" ”

Sun Beiji looked at the young man with black hair and long beard nearby—maybe he couldn't be called a young man, after all, Zhang Shouzhong was also middle-aged.

But he was very young indeed—he could always see Mars in the ashes, the dawn of dawn, or a glimmer of hope in some other desperate situation.

Sun Beiji didn't speak, but just shook Zhang Shouzhong's hand vigorously.

There were some things he didn't say, and he really couldn't speak.

Maybe there will never be anything new in the future......

Who knows.

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Late at night, Chen Yicong took a carriage back to the palace.

He was so tired that he fell asleep in the car - he had been sitting in the cabinet compound for almost all of the past few days, and tonight was his first time home in the past few days.

In order to save the time of transportation, half of the celebrant also temporarily moved into this courtyard.

The cabinet voted in the left hand, and the celebrant approved the red with the right hand, and the controversial ones were sent into the inner room and seen by Chen Yicong himself.

This matter, the boy was sincerely afraid to do it.

Overnight, without any transition, everyone obeyed him—a feeling that far from pleasant to him, it made the boy sit on pins and needles.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Master Zhang told him the day before yesterday that only by always being vigilant and anxious about these matters can he be most likely to make the right decisions all the time.

Chen Yicong returned to the palace, he asked where his mother was, and the servant pointed to Prince Gong's bedroom.

So the boy cheered up, changed his clothes and went to say goodbye.

On the bed, King Gong was sleeping, and Zhen was sitting on the edge of the bed, his head resting on the edge of the bed, resting - and even in his sleep, King Gong's hand was tightly clasped around Zhen's wrist.

After not seeing each other for a few days, Zhen lost weight, Chen Yicong asked the maid in his father's room, and then learned that his mother had not left the bed almost day and night in the past few days.

As long as King Gong wakes up and sees Zhen's absence, he will be furious and cry incessantly, so Zhen has to accompany him all the time, and he can only sleep in his clothes at night.

Chen Yicong suddenly felt a rush of anger in his heart when he heard this, he stepped forward, broke his father's hand that was still clenched in his sleep, and said in a deep voice, "Father, the child has come to greet you!" ”

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