His Royal Highness King Xiao has a soft sword around his waist, which is a murder weapon that has passed the killing ring. When his right hand lightly placed on the hilt of the soft sword, the startled Emperor Yuhao hurriedly stepped forward and persuaded Emperor Jinchen.

As for Guo Qijing, who was sitting at the table, as well as Pei Youjun and others, it was even more inconvenient to speak.

"His Royal Highness King Yan, His Royal Highness King Xiao. Please be calm and do not be impatient, and this king will definitely give you a satisfactory answer. A trace of embarrassment flashed in Di Yuhao's eyes, and he comforted.

"Uncle Seventeen, the little nephew wants a satisfactory answer, I'm afraid you and the third brother may not give it."

After Di Jinchen said such a sentence in a cold voice, his sharp eyes instantly stabbed Guo Qijing's face, and said angrily: "Guo Qijing, don't you want people to take Ji Qingge and go to prison?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Guo Qijing hurriedly walked from behind the desk to the middle of the lobby, and knelt down in front of King Yan with a "plop". Knocking his head on the "thump", he said:

"His Royal Highness King Yan is angry, and please ask His Royal Highness King Yan to see ......"

"Rubbish, get out!"

Di Jinchen was furious and said.

The yacha standing outside the door clasped his hands into fists and saluted: "Qi Yu You, His Royal Highness King Yan, His Royal Highness King Xiao, and all my lords."

The eldest princess Lin Yue has arrived. ”

"Please let her in."

A subtle hint of joy flashed in Di Yuhao's eyes, and he said to the yacha who was standing at the door to pray.

Ji Qingge's eyes were slightly stunned. I thought to myself, didn't Princess Lin Yue leave the yamen of the Criminal Department before, why did she suddenly come back?

She subconsciously raised her eyes and moved her gaze to the eldest princess Lin Yue, who was dressed in a light pink dress and covered with a fox fur cloak. The fairy spirit is fluttering, and the beautiful and unstained Di Yuanxi, time has not left many traces on her face.

Everyone's attention was attracted by the beautiful and dusty Princess Linyue.

Even Guo Qijing and other officials in the DPRK and China are no exception.

When Di Yuanxi passed by Ji Qingge's side, she quickly glanced at her from the corner of her eye. Although her gaze was only on Ji Qingge's face, it stayed for a moment.

But Ji Qingge was faintly aware that Di Yuanxi's hurried glance just now was meaningful.

After Di Yuanxi came to Di Yuhao's side, Di Yuhao discussed with King Yan and King Xiao:

Invite them to a private room located on the right side of the lobby.

Di Jinxuan said lightly: "Okay, but I want to take the princess of my little nephew with me." ”

"Okay."

After Di Yuhao nodded in agreement, Ji Qingling followed in the footsteps of King Yan and said, "Husband, the concubine is also going." ”

A hint of obvious unhappiness flashed in Di Jinchen's eyes, but he still reluctantly agreed.

On weekdays, at this point in time, he will handle court affairs in Dayue Palace. If you have some spare time, you will take the time to sneak back to the Chengxiang Palace.

Quietly, he glanced at his beloved concubine Xiyun from a distance.

At this time, Xi Yun may not be able to see him after waking up, how much she misses him, and how much she looks forward to him going back to accompany her?

A woman used her best years and her most genuine emotions to accompany him.

But he was in the yamen of this criminal department, wasting time with the extremely boring and stupid Ji Qingling beside him.

Di Jinchen glared at Ji Qingling in disgust, kept a distance from her, and walked into the private room. When he was seated, he sat next to Ji Qingling.

"Please use tea."

A good-looking female general, holding a tray in both hands, served tea to the guests sitting at the desk table.

"Thank you."

Ji Qingge, who was sitting opposite Di Jinchen, smiled and thanked him after receiving the tea handed by the female general.

Ji Qingge held the teacup, blew the floating tea leaves, and took a small sip to moisten his throat. The quarrel with Ji Qingling in the lobby just now really made her mouth a little dry.

"Slow down, don't get hot."

Di Jinxuan saw that she brought the teacup she had just put down and brought it closer to her lips, so she said with concern.

"Hmm."

Obediently responded, Ji Qingge slowly put down the teacup.

In this small private room, a group of six of them sat around the red sandalwood case. discussed how to hold a funeral for Zhaowu's deputy lieutenant Ji Mochu, how to appease the Jun family, and other matters.

From beginning to end, she and Di Jinxuan maintained the same opinion:

Refuse; Say no again!

After Di Yuhao heard this, he let out a long sigh and put down the teacup in his hand. His eyes looked at Di Jinxuan with complicated eyes, and said:

"His Royal Highness King Xiao, what the emperor said is right, it is time to let Ji Mochu, the deputy lieutenant of Zhaowu, enter the ground as soon as possible."

"Hmm."

A hint of cunning flashed in his starry eyes, and Di Jinxuan said calmly: "Then do as Uncle Seventeen Wang said." ”

"Since the third brother agreed, let's take out the funeral expenses as soon as possible. For my brother, I also ordered someone to go to Jingning Street, so that I could make arrangements as soon as possible. ”

A trace of impatience flashed in Di Jinchen's eyes, and he urged.

"Regarding the funeral expenses, I will not talk about it for the third time, no!" What Ji Qingge explained before, Di Jinxuan didn't repeat it.

After hearing this, Di Jinchen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows fiercely.

As the eldest brother of Emperor Jinxuan, he made concessions. But Di Jinxuan doesn't even know how to lift?!

If you don't know the current affairs like this, you can't complain about him.

"Smack!"

Di Jinchen raised his hand violently and slapped it heavily on the desk. said angrily: "Dare to love the third brother to come here to discuss, it is insincere? If you are afraid of taking responsibility, you should not stir up trouble.

Now that the incident has been provoked, it is time to face the reality. ”

Seeing that the two brothers of Emperor Jinchen were at a stalemate again, Emperor Yuhao said helplessly: "His Royal Highness King Yan, His Royal Highness King Xiao, don't argue anymore.

Regarding the matter of the thick burial of Ji Mochu, the deputy lieutenant of Zhaowu, it was proposed by the current saint. If you have any objections, you can go to the Dayue Palace to meet the Holy One and petition in person. ”

"Okay."

Di Jinxuan's eyebrows raised slightly, and he agreed very happily. Anyway, Ji Mochu's body was still in the carriage, and it would be harmless to him if it dragged on.

"Back to Uncle Seventeen, the concubine has objections!"

Seeing that Emperor Jinchen did not clearly object, Ji Qingling looked at Emperor Yuhao with an anxious face, and said with a cry:

"My father was brutally murdered by His Royal Highness King Xiao, and Uncle Seventeen didn't give me a reasonable explanation. You still want us to go back to Dayue Palace again, what is the reason?

When we were in Dayue Palace before, it was Uncle Seventeen who promised His Royal Highness King Yan that he would accompany us and administer justice for us.

Now we all came to the yamen of the criminal department with Uncle Seventeen, but Uncle Seventeen was pushed to Dayue Palace again, is this to deliberately embarrass the concubine? ”

Emperor Jinchen raised his sword eyebrows slightly, pulled Ji Qingling aside, and said to Emperor Yuhao, the prince of Youyou: "Uncle Seventeen, what the little nephew's side concubine Ji just said is not unreasonable.

If we return to Dayue Palace, we will only cause chaos to our father.

It's better to give an explanation in this yamen of the criminal department. ”

Di Yuhao took a hard breath, stretched out his hand and brushed his sleeve, and said: "Thinking of Ji Mochu, the deputy lieutenant of Zhaowu, he was also in the northern Xinjiang with this king before his death, and fought on the battlefield. His funeral expenses were borne by the king.

Ji Mochu's funeral, this king will go to attend.

As for the matter of inviting the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty, this king felt powerless.

If this king makes this decision, the two virtuous nephews still disagree. The king had no choice but to bring you back to the Dayue Palace to meet the royal brother......"