Qi Zhong was urged by these two ends, and he was already flustered, so he had to apologize to Mi Bo one after another, and at the same time vent his anger on the heads of the two little chamberlains, and roared angrily, "Are you all okay? What's going on?"

"Alright, alright." A little chamberlain ran over: "No, not one."

Qi Zhong's eyes widened in disbelief: "Have you seen them all clearly?"

"I clicked it twice, but it's not. They all have Adam's apple beards, and there is no doubt that they are big men." Another chamberlain replied.

The soldiers were also a little impatient after being separated for so long, and they shouted in a flamboyant voice: "Look carefully, the nobles in your palace haven't seen a few real men, don't be mistaken!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole house laughed. Qi Zhong and the other three were so embarrassed that their faces turned red, and Ji Duoyou asked coldly, "Nobleman, can we go?"

Qi Zhong waved his sleeves abruptly and roared, "Let go!"

Duoyou glanced deeply at the wagon wrapped in plain silk and waved his hand: "Brothers, ride your horses and gallop!"

"No!" With a roar, hundreds of knights whipped away, stirring up countless smoke and dust.

Qi Zhong was choked on a mouthful of soil, and was coughing, when the Xiangfu person named Boyan came to urge again: "Zhonggui, can you check our convoy?"

It was another lengthy torture, and after half an hour of careful examination, it still found nothing. Qi Zhong's eyes fell on the funeral car, patted the compartment of the car, and hesitated to open his mouth to ask but didn't dare to ask.

"What?" Boyan said sarcastically, "Do you want to check the funeral car?"

In the era of observing the Zhou rites, death is like life, and inspecting the funeral car can be regarded as an offense to the deceased, not to mention that the deceased is still a woman, and there should be no difference between men and women. That's why Qi Zhong wanted to talk like this, how could he explain to his master's servant Jia when he had nothing to gain?

This can be a debut for Qi Zhong. In his heart, he really didn't want to offend the Prime Minister, and he knew that it was not etiquette to inspect a noble lady's funeral car like this; However------ Master's iron-blue face kept swaying in his mind: "It's a mess this time, see how I clean you up!"

Fang Cai found nothing in Ji Duoyou's horse team, so in order to summon the relationship between Gonghu and Duoyou, wouldn't he do anything in the funeral car of the second lady Meng Ji? It is very possible. Thinking of this, he lowered his heart and arched his hand to the head of the Prime Minister's house, Mi Bo, and said, "Old man, I'm sorry, what this woman has committed is too shocking, and the Wangcheng Decree strictly orders that all the people who go out of the city, no matter who they are, must be carefully inspected. I also look at the Prime Minister's Mansion Haihan!"

As soon as the words came out, there was an immediate commotion in the funeral procession, and those who were anxious had already rolled up their sleeves and pressed their swords to this side. The young man named Boyan was even more indignant: "How can this be justified? My second wife and a daughter, will there be no peace after death? Don't take chicken feathers as arrows, and don't take our prime minister's house in your eyes!"

Miber waved his hand with a calm face, and the commotion and angry scolding stopped abruptly. He waved his hand at Qi Zhong: "Since you have to check the hearse to be at ease, it is okay, it will be your wish!" Boyan, open the hearse door and ask the nobles to get in the car and inspect it!"

"That'------ too much, isn't it?" Boyan argued with a blushing face.

"Don't say much!" Mi Bo scolded Bo Yan: "Our prime minister's mansion is right, sit upright, what is there to hide, since the Wangcheng Department is doing the king's business, we have no reason to do it."

After saying a reasonable word, Boyan didn't have a chance to argue, so he jumped on the hearse and gently opened the compartment door. The door opened, only to see a vermilion lacquer coffin standing in the compartment, accounting for almost all the carriages, the front and back are against the back of the compartment, and there is no place for anyone to stand at all.

Mi Bo snorted, stared at Qi Zhong and asked, "How is it?" There are no Tibetans in the second lady's hearse, right?"

"That's, that's." Qi Zhong stared at the coffin that was almost half a person tall, and pretended not to care, "This coffin is really big enough, and the concubines of the Xiangfu also have so many burials, it's really unusual!"

"The Rite of the Week" says, "Death is like life." Mi Bo Zhengse said: "What's more, Xiangye took pity on the second lady for having a difficult birth and losing her child, and died of heart failure and prematurely, and he has ordered that all her dowries be put into the coffin. I

Mrs. Jia cherishes sisterhood and also makes up a lot. How? Do you have to open the coffin to inspect it?"

"No, no, no," Qi Zhong hurriedly waved his hand, "It's already arrogant to act today, and I still hope that the family will be Lord Haihan!" With a wave of his sleeves, he said loudly, "Let go!"

"Release—" With a long cry, Mite's long whip swirled in the cold autumn wind with a sharp "whirring" sound, and the hearse began to start.

The long mourning procession had barely left the city gate when it passed by a caravan of horses from the northwest. On the first chariot was a crimson banner embroidered with the word "Zhou", and on the board stood a long-bearded elder with a jade crown and a rich state.

"Yo, isn't that Zhou Gong? Why are you only coming back from Fengyi now?" There were people talking about it by the roadside.

"What do you know? Zhao Gong is sick, Zhou Gong has been back for ten days, and he was ordered by the king to make a special trip to Fengyi Palace to welcome back the third prince Ji Ci."

"I heard that this time, the royal family and nobles who are hiding from the epidemic in Fengyi are only the first to look forward to the Duke of Zhou, and even the third prince has to rely on him to take care of him. It seems to be true, if he doesn't come back, those people won't dare to come back."

"That's natural, when Hokyo was in trouble, these people only cared about themselves and hid far away; Now that things are settled, I hurried back. What do you think in your heart? Can these people not be frightened? Can't you ask Zhou Gong to find out some truth?"

"Shhh——, be quiet, get closer, don't hear me!"

When he saw the crimson embroidered flag, Boyan's face changed suddenly, and he leaned into the side of the hearse. He really didn't want to meet Zhou Gongding, which embarrassed him.

But Zhou Gongding saw Mi Bo, and he couldn't help but say two words of greeting. Boyan deliberately hid on the other side of the hearse, so that Zhou Gongding would definitely not see him from the hearse. But------

A warm carriage slowly drove from behind the carriage, it was the carriage of the third prince. Everyone bowed down and dismounted to show their respect, and suddenly heard a woman's voice from inside the car: "Third prince, can't you lift the curtain, it's cold outside, in case it pounces, it's not a joke!"

Everyone knew that it was the grandmother who took care of the third prince Ji Ci, and they didn't care. Only Bo Yan's heart touched and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise and horror------.

As soon as Meng Ji's coffin came out of the house, Zhao Bohu immediately came to Mrs. Zhaoji's bedroom, looking at each other, the husband and wife really seemed to have died once, as if they had survived the catastrophe.

Zhaoji bit the handkerchief, his eyes were red, he couldn't say anything, and he hugged his husband and cried. These days of fear, grievance and sadness, regret and self-blame are all flowing with tears.

Is the second sister pitiful? Poor of course. In her opinion, the position of the wife of her mother and daughter was taken by herself and her mother, no matter how good she was to her, how much she poured out her heart and lungs, she would not get the same sincerity.

But is it her fault? What does it have to do with the young son? As a mother, the child is the bottom line, and Meng Jiqian should not be wrong, and he should not be bad to his son. This point, no matter how good her sex is, she can't tolerate it.

Originally, she planned to arrange a separate courtyard for Meng Ji in the backyard as arranged by her husband, and she was supported by good food and drink in this life, and she was not allowed to come out to make trouble again. Unexpectedly, she was so strong that she committed suicide by swallowing gold? Why did she not hesitate to fight to the death? Is this a counterattack to her? From now on, she will be burdened with a debt of human life? Or is it her own sister?

In a trance, Zhaoji suddenly felt tired of his mind, and that little bit of competitiveness turned into ashes in an instant. What about the Duchess? It's really not as comfortable as the mulberry picking woman.

Zhao Bohu rubbed his wife's shoulders that were constantly shaking because of the whimpering and crying, and his heart was also mixed. First of all, he had to remove the guilt from his wife's heart and take the blame on himself.

"It's all my fault, I should have let my second sister come when I got married. There won't be any such things, perhaps, Mrs. Fanguozheng's seat is occupied by my mother, and the seat of Mrs. Zhaogongfu should be left to her." Zhaoji muttered.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Bohu said angrily: "We are the matchmaker made by the queen's mother, and your mother's family is the same as the queen, from the Jing family. No matter how the lady of the Zhaogong Mansion is counted, this fate is destined. What does it have to do with you?"

He sighed, "Meng Ji, she's too no

Contentment, people are precious and self-aware, but unfortunately she doesn't. Don't blame yourself, I was the one who ordered the confinement, and I was the one who executed Ying's mother and daughter, and she hated me! Don't think about it."

Speaking of this, a sense of self-blame suddenly surged in his heart, Meng Ji died and was going to be used by himself. Is that the right thing to do?

The sun climbed up the distant mountains in the east, the thin and hard autumn wind shook the light dust, the orange-red earth mist on both sides of the Weishui River rose into the sky, and the vast sky shrouded the mountains and rivers, the cities, the fields, the forests, and the pedestrians, chariots and horses. As soon as such a dawn appeared, Weishui, who had slept all night, immediately woke up.

The morning sun rises and the morning mist is faint as smoke. The white sails on the vast water surface are extraordinarily magnificent and vast. On the middle channel, a small white-sailed boat with a half-man high red rhombus flag on its bow is constantly shuttling down between the large cargo ship and various official ships.

Since ancient times, there have been conventional rules: large ships such as salt, iron, weapons, grain, and pottery with deep draft can be used in the middle channel, and cargo ships with shallow draft such as silk, wheat straw, thatch, bamboo poles, and medicinal materials can go left; Official boats and pleasure boats go to the right, and fishing boats can anchor and fish in the shallow waters on both sides, but they cannot fish in the middle of the stream; Regardless of the middle or left, it is a two-way channel, and it is up and down to avoid the edges, all depending on their own trade-offs. If there is an urgent need for a passenger boat, it only needs to plant a red flag on the bow of the boat, and it can be shuttled between various channels at will.