In the Hall of Viva, a lifeless figure lay on a golden bed, surrounded by chamberlains and medical officers who were on their knees and wailing. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The veil of tulle sprinkled around the bed, obscuring the appearance of the figure, but the spirit of suppressing the Eight Desolations still emanated from the dead body, making it difficult for people to have blasphemous thoughts.

Behind the curtain, the only one who can live with him is a woman wearing a phoenix crown and a colorful phoenix robe, with a beautiful face and crystal eyes, but there is a trace of great sadness and confusion in her eyes.

At that moment, there was the sound of footsteps outside the temple.

A noblely decorated woman seemed to be awakened, her eyes regained their brightness, but the sadness on her face could not be concealed, and she slowly walked down from the side of the bed, and immediately a maid came forward around her and lifted the long skirt behind her.

"Go! Find a filial piety dress for the mourning family! ”

The woman waved her hand weakly, and asked the maid who came with her to find someone to find the filial piety clothes, and she came to the outside of the hall alone.

"I've seen my mother!"

When the visitor saw the woman come out, he hurriedly bowed to the ground, tall, handsome, a little bloated, but not fat, it was Wang Jien who came in a hurry.

"You're here?"

Seeing Wang Jien's arrival, there was a trace of fluctuation in the woman's eyes.

"What to do with the aftermath of the Holy Lord, and... There is also the position of the prince, and the mother still needs to show it herself! ”

Wang Jien didn't raise his head, but the words in his mouth were already beyond the bounds, which can be called a big rebellion!

How a generation of emperors deals with the aftermath is a system, not to mention where a harem person can interfere in the affairs of the future monarch, but not only did he say so, but the surrounding servants also didn't hear about it, so he knew that some things were already open secrets.

"The mourning family is also a little tired for a while, how to arrange the death of the saint in the palace There is no need for the mourning family to worry, as for the position of the prince... You can do it yourself, but you must first go to Zhongshu Province to tell the prime minister the news of the Holy Funeral! ”

The woman stroked her head and seemed to be a little unsteady on her feet, said softly, and then waved her hand to signal that Wang Jien could leave, and then staggered towards the harem.

A trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, and the corners of Wang Jien's mouth unconsciously showed a little smile, then stood up, turned his head and walked towards the Zhongshu Province on the periphery of the palace, the prime minister is also an important force in determining the ownership of the throne, whether it is house arrest in advance or wooing, it is very necessary!

At this time, the emperor Futian could take advantage of the prime minister's shock when he heard about the major event to test his movements.

Thinking about it, Wang Jien's footsteps were amazingly fast, after leaving the inner courtyard of the deep palace, his steps were even more like a wind, and his feet had already walked through the long official road without touching the ground, and many soldiers standing on both sides of the guard only felt a breeze drifting by, and they could hardly see the figure passing through.

When Wang Jien came to the gate of Zhongshu Province, it was only half a cup of tea time.

After trimming his clothes and face, he saw a sadness on his fair face, as if it came from his heart, and the whole person threw himself towards Zhongshu Province.

Along the way, countless councillors and scribes looked at Wang Jien's entry with different faces, and they didn't know what was wrong with this always unruly adult, as for stopping him, no one had this idea, after all, he was one of the high-ranking officials in the inner court, although he was only famous but not substantial.

Just when Wang Jien rushed all the way into Zhongshu Province, Prime Minister Lu Duangao also received a notice from the doorman in Zhongshu Pavilion, and he already had a guess just by virtue of Wang Jien's look, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, but he suddenly felt a strangeness.

After settling down, there was a flash of glint in his eyes, and he looked out introvertedly, and vaguely saw a stream of black air coming in, and immediately knew that something was wrong.

Wang Jien has also seen it several times, and there is more than one round of hope, but he has never had such a vision, thinking of the accident in the palace, his eyes flashed a little fiercely, this prime minister who overlooked the country and surrendered finally moved really angry!

His expression quickly calmed down, and Lu Duan sat up in the hall, only to hear a gust of wind coming out, and Wang Jien was already kneeling on the ground.

"Oh no! Hurry up and go to the palace with me, Prime Minister! Holy on... The Holy One is dead!! ”

The sound of crying came out, and the entire Zhongshu Province was silent, and the breathing of the big and small officials was stagnant, and the Holy Lord Zhao Guangyi was mourned.

A heavy sadness appeared in his eyes, and the brush in Lu Duan's hand suddenly trembled, and then fell involuntarily, blurring a large cloud of ink.

"Holy... Holy on him... It's true...? ”

Lu Duan's lips trembled slightly, even if he had already been mentally prepared, he couldn't help but tremble when he heard the exact news at this time, the emperor who reused his talents and had always been majestic went like this?

It seems that they were only yesterday, and now they are things and people.

Wang Jien who was lying on the ground seemed to be in grief and had been crying inexplicably, but his body was constantly twitching slightly, as if he was suffering a great hardship.

The effect of Lu Duan's calligraphy and painting infused with spiritual will has not yet disappeared, and the major officials are at the moment of clarity, even if they know the news of the holy funeral, they are still completing the work at hand before getting an exact announcement.

Lu Duan stood up very out of shape, and walked out of the Zhongshu Pavilion tremblingly, just when Wang Jien thought that the old man was distracted, suddenly Lu Duan sped up his pace, and closed the door of the Zhongshu Pavilion tightly with his backhand, and added a big lock by the way.

"What do you mean, Prime Minister?"

Wang Jien's voice came from the cabinet, and there seemed to be a feeling of anger.

Lu Duan stood outside the door, dressed in clothes and windless, and the two officials stood aside and bowed their heads and did not dare to speak, holding pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other things in their hands.

Two white lights flashed as if illusions, and Lu Duan pasted the two characters on the portal of the Pavilion, and Wang Jien's body leaning on the portal suddenly took several steps back.

And so it was... But when, exactly? ’

A trace of essence flashed in Lu Duan's eyes, but there were indescribable doubts rippling in his heart, and he saw that the spiritual will of the two characters began to slowly spread inward to purify the black qi, and his heart was a little stable.

"I'll go and invite Lord Kou Zhun to come over, he will naturally understand what to do when he comes, you look here before the adults come, you can't leave for a moment, understand?!"

A majestic voice came out of Lu Duan's mouth, and his figure had already strode towards the outside of Zhongshu Province, if Wang Jien, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, had fallen into the evil spirit, then how dangerous would it be in the palace without the Holy Lord now?

Before he had time to think about it, the prime minister had already driven into the deep imperial city with a carriage...