Du Zhenhe stood by the window, teasing the parrot in the cage with the jade tassel. Father-in-law Yan walked in in small steps, "Your Majesty." Du Zhenhe looked at Father-in-law Yan with his residual eyes, "Said. Father-in-law Yan bent down and said, "Your Majesty, I don't know what kind of ceremonial identity that person was buried. Du Zhenhe paused, "What did Yu Nian say over there?" Father-in-law Yan gasped, "Back to the emperor, Prime Minister Yu asked the county king for etiquette." Du Zhenhe stopped teasing the parrot, took back the jade pendant, and squinted at Gonggong Yan, "Oh? Etiquette of the county king? Father-in-law Yan lowered his head, "Yes." ”

Du Zhenhe thought for a moment, "No." Du Zhenyue has been abolished as the king of the county. But after all, it is a royal person, so let's bury it with the etiquette of a princess. "Yes." "You tell Yu Nian that he doesn't have to handle the funeral, let the Ministry of Rites do it." "Yes."

"The widow didn't expect that Du Zhenyue would persist until this time." Du Zhenhe said in a low voice. "What does the emperor mean?" Father-in-law Yan continued. "Yande, you've been with the widow for so long. Let's guess, what does the widow mean? Father-in-law Yan hurriedly knelt down, "The slave doesn't dare to speculate on the holy will." Du Zhenhe sat down and straightened the hem of his clothes, "If you say it, you can say it." Father-in-law Yan knelt and did not speak.

Du Zhenhe smiled and said to himself, "Du Zhenyue has an arrogant temperament, and she grew up with the stars in the palace holding the moon, and now she has suffered such humiliation, she will not bear it, and now she proposes to marry her, which has dispelled her only angry temperament." With her temperament, it is impossible to enter the Prime Minister's Mansion like this. Father-in-law Yan knelt, not knowing why Du Zhenhe wanted to tell him this, "So the emperor, I already knew that he would judge himself?" Du Zhenhe didn't answer, "Yande, come here." Father-in-law Yan got up and walked to Du Zhenhe's side in small steps, "If you have half of you who can guess people's hearts for more than a few years, it won't be like this." Father-in-law Yan was shocked in his heart, and immediately knelt down, "The slave doesn't dare to speculate, I hope the emperor will forgive him." Du Zhenhe leaned over to help him up, "The widow is not blaming you. In the past few years, although he has a heart and soul, a talent, and is proficient in Wen Taowu, the only thing that fails is his stupidity, and he always thinks too well of others. "It is precisely because of this that the emperor trusts the prime minister so much." Father-in-law Yan said in passing.

Du Zhenhe smiled again, "Weiyande knows the best about people's hearts." ”

Qifeng Palace.

"What? How can it be? Du Zhenyue cut himself? Chen Hao'er, who was sleepy, sat up straight and looked at Ah Chundao, who looked panicked in front of her. Mother, it's true, it's all a mess on the other side of the dungeon. Chen Hao'er frowned, "No, they got married today, how could they cut themselves?" Ah Chun shook his head with trembling hands, "The slave and maid don't know, but I heard that when he died, he was dressed in a wedding dress and fell in a pool of blood, which is very terrifying." Chen Hao'er sighed, "With a thin face, such a beautiful person died like this." What about the Prime Minister's Mansion? Ah Chun shook his head, "I don't know, I just said that the prime minister went into the dungeon and saw him." After coming out, he returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Chen Hao'er felt suffocated, "Has anyone arranged a burial?" "I heard that the emperor will let the Ministry of Rites bury the princess with a guard of honor." Chen Feng'er brushed her chest, "That's good, it's good if someone is buried." Doesn't expose corpses to the wilderness. Ah Chun, come, sit down and drink saliva. Chen Hao'er looked at Ah Chun's pale face, presumably she was also frightened.

Ah Chun sat down, Chen Hao'er stroked her hand, motioned her to take a deep breath, and Ah Chun said sadly, "Niangniang, it's a pity that I was only buried as a princess." Chen Feng'er comforted, "Since she is self-judged, she doesn't care about these false names." Ah Chun, don't be too upset. After a few days, we went to the temple together to offer incense to Du Zhenyue and pray for blessings. Ah Chun pursed her lips, tears almost flowed, "Niangniang, the slave maid has seen the county king a few times, she is really beautiful and beautiful, and she smiled at me, last time in the palace, I walked in a hurry and collided with the county king, she not only did not blame me, but also comforted me gently." But she, but she's now—" Ah Chun said, tears streaming down her face. Chen Hao'er asked Ah Chun to rest her head on her shoulder and gently patted her back. "Ah Chun, stop crying. The king of the county is a good person, she went to another world, and she will be more comfortable and happy. Sister Xuechi will come in a while, let's make food together, okay? ”

There was not much contact between Chen Hao'er and Du Zhenyue, and the only time they met was at the palace banquet that night. Du Zhenyue glanced at her. Chen Hao'er still hasn't understood the meaning in Du Zhenyue's eyes. She didn't know that that glance was Du Zhenyue's envy and her desire.

Prime Minister's Office.

Yu Nian sat in the dining room, facing a table of food that was gradually disappearing, and he really didn't want to move his chopsticks. Wang Yi, the butler of the Prime Minister's Mansion, sighed on the side. "The old man has been sick for a long time, and I wanted to take advantage of this to rush to joy, hey." Yu Nian hung his head and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Wang, how is my father's illness?" Steward Wang shook his head, "Since the emperor ascended the throne, you became the prime minister, and the lord has been sick, the two of you are not compatible, and the lord does not want to see you, and now even the medicine is not delicious." Yu Nian put down his chopsticks, "It's hard work, Uncle Wang, and I bother you to take good care of your father." Steward Wang hesitated for a moment, but still opened his mouth, "My lord, my lord has a hard mouth, but I still remember you in my heart, and I heard that your career is going well, and my lord is actually very happy in my heart." Yu Nian nodded, "In a few days, I will go to my father's courtyard to see him, and I will bother Uncle Wang to persuade him to see me." Steward Wang nodded. By the way, Uncle Wang, the new house... You can find someone to clean it up, I still live in my own house, and the new house will not be given to anyone. Steward Wang answered, and went out.

Yu Nian sat alone in front of a table full of delicacies, and suddenly felt the urge to cry.

When Zhao Xuechi entered the palace today, he found that the atmosphere in the palace was a little wrong, and it was extremely heavy. With the token given to him by Chen Hao'er, Zhao Xuechi walked all the way into Qifeng Palace very smoothly.

"Feng'er!"

Chen Hao'er heard a familiar voice and hurriedly pulled Ah Chun and ran out. "Sister Xuechi!" Chen Hao'er rushed over and hugged Zhao Xuechi, "You're finally here, I really miss you." Zhao Xuechi pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Silly Feng'er, Yin Yin is dressed and eaten in the palace, why is it still thin." Ah Chun interjected, "General Zhao, don't you know, Niangniang eats a lot, but she has more time to practice martial arts, and she fights with scarecrows in the courtyard every day, but she can't lose weight." Zhao Xuechi touched Chen Hao'er's shoulder, "It's good that you haven't fallen behind in martial arts." Chen Feng'er nodded excitedly.

"By the way, Feng'er, is something happening in the palace today? It's weird. Zhao Xuechi and Chen Hao'er sat at the stone table in the courtyard, "Sister Xuechi, the former king of Shangwen County... Died in the dungeon? Chen Hao'er lowered her voice and said. What? Du Zhenyue? Zhao Xuechi's pupils suddenly widened. Ah Chun suddenly became depressed again, wiped his face, and said, "Slave maid, go get some pastries." ”

Zhao Xuechi and Chen Hao'er looked at Ah Chun's back trotting away, "She likes Du Zhenyue very much." Chen explained. Well. Zhao Xuechi nodded and asked in a low voice, "Do you know who did it?" Chen Hao'er sighed, "Self-cut." Zhao Xuechi frowned, "How come." Chen shook her head and did not answer.

"By the way, Feng'er, I'm here today to tell you something serious." Zhao Xuechi suddenly remembered something. He took out a dagger from his waist, "This is what the general once rewarded me." "Chen Hao'er picked up the dagger, it was not delicate, the pattern was rough, but when it was pulled out of the sheath, a sharp blade could be seen, and it could be seen that Zhao Xuechi often picked it up carefully." Sent by my father? Chen Hao'er said.

Zhao Xuechi nodded, "Hao'er, I recently learned about something, and I didn't want to hear it from you, but now I really can't help it, and I really can't investigate it myself." Chen Hao'er's expression gradually became serious, "What's the matter?" ”

"General Chen Huyan may have been killed."