The night was dark, and Emperor Jianlong had been in the mourning hall for twenty-seven days, but there was still a choked cry from Yishou Palace, which was really surprising.

Jin Ji, who silently infiltrated Yishou Palace, lay on the roof and listened for a while, he didn't dare to risk hanging the golden hook upside down and looking through the window, so he decided to gently lift a piece of the tile on the roof to see the situation in the palace.

As soon as he put his hand on the tile, he heard heavy footsteps outside, and Jin Duan looked up and saw an old eunuch dragging his heavy body into the side hall.

"The people in Master Cheng's mansion came to report that your mansion is running water."

"When the water is gone, it is extinguished." Cheng Wujie's voice was not anxious from the room.

The old eunuch replied, "The people in your house said that it was the study of the adults and the teahouse next to it that were on fire. ”

Jin Jian heard a loud sound of books falling to the ground, and Cheng Wujie's anxiety came through his tone, "Can it be extinguished?" ”

"The villain doesn't know."

"Hooray, Weichen went out and asked." Cheng Wujie couldn't hold his breath, Jin thought to himself, it seems that Cheng Wujie's study, especially in the teahouse next to it, has very important things.

It's none of his business, though.

After a while, Cheng Wujie strode out, and when Jin Jian saw him out of Yishou Palace, he made a gesture with Jiang Ya, the commander of the Ouchi guards, in the dim light, Jiang Ya held the waist knife with a solemn expression, and Jin Jian felt the killing intent on him.

This killing intent made Jin Jian relax, and he didn't dare to kill anyone Jiang Ya, as long as they did it, he could take advantage of the chaos to sneak attack King Yi and let him die under his own Emei stab. Xuan San of King Sheng's Mansion and Di Yin of King Yi's Mansion are both in the room, these two are top masters, and Jin Du can't fight hard, so he can only sneak attack.

He let go of the tiles in his hand and continued to lie dormant on the roof, waiting for Jiang Ya to make the first move.

In the west wing, the dizzy Chai Yanjing said angrily, "I don't look at it!" ”

Yang Shuyi also knew that his grandson had suffered in the past few days, so he gently persuaded, "I can rest after reading these fifteen books." ”

Chai Yanjing understood it, "Grandpa said that it was fifteen copies, and the expedited excerpt will come later, and Cheng Xiang is not here, don't you want me to continue reading?" You'll never be able to finish this thing! ”

Yang Shuyi then coaxed, "After these few days, the cabinet is fully staffed, and the officials of the nine prisons and six ministries are doing things step by step, which is much better." ”

Because Lu Zhengqi has to deal with the murder of the observation tower, the cabinet minister on duty tonight is Yang Shuyi, and Cheng Wujie took the initiative to stay and help. Yang Shuyi had long felt that Cheng Wujie was not kind to his grandson, and it was a good thing that he was gone.

Yang Shuyi coaxed a few words, and when he saw that his grandson was still willful, his face sank, "The saint is about to ascend the throne and pro-government, as the king of a country, you must have the appearance of the king of a country, you are so prevaricating, how can your father rest assured?" ”

Chai Yanjing's eyes turned and he had an idea, "Grandfather, my father will enter the imperial mausoleum tomorrow, I will go to keep vigil for him and fulfill my filial piety, please fulfill my grandfather." ”

Although Yang Shuyi knew that his grandson was lazy, he had to rely on him, "Go, the minister will also return to Tianzhang Pavilion." ”

He is a foreign minister, and there are harem concubines in the main hall of the mourning hall, and when Cheng Wujie wanted to bring the excerpt here to ask Yan Jing for approval, Yang Shuyi was against it in his heart. Now that Cheng Wujie is gone, he doesn't want to stay here and provoke criticism.

After Yang Shuyi personally walked away with a large stack of folds, Jiang Ya lowered his head and slowly raised his head and looked into the hall.

On the side of the female guests, the concubines of the former emperor were kneeling and dozing off. On the male side, the eighth prince was already asleep, his mother Concubine Chen was guarding beside him, and the fourth prince was also lying on the ground on his side snoring, and only the second prince Chai Yanyi was crying with the chanting, and he had been crying for more than three hours without interruption.

The little emperor Chai Yanjing was sitting next to him staring at his second brother's back in a daze.

Jiang Ya slowly lowered his head, and he could see that the only person in the palace who was really sad because of the death of the first emperor was King Yi. On the one hand, he felt desolate for the first emperor, and on the other hand, he was puzzled that the first emperor would choose the seventh prince to succeed him. But it's not something he should worry about, he's Ouchi's guard, as long as he does his job.

The two princes in the hall cried so much that their voices were hoarse. When his father died, he was sad and puzzled; After the death of his mother, his heart was painful and desolate; After discovering the day when the emperor's edict was signed, and learning that the emperor had written an edict to pass the throne to him before he made his seventh brother the crown prince, the second prince was in pain.

Thinking back to what he said and did when his father was dying, the second prince couldn't wait to slap himself a few times. His father thought about him in every way, but he couldn't understand his father's hard work, and finally disappointed his father.

When he said that he would not let his mother be buried with him, what was his father's state of mind? Thinking of this, the second prince cried even more sadly. The fourth prince was irritated by his crying, got up by urinating, and shook back to his mother's Taoxia Palace to fall asleep.

Huiqing, the old monk who had been reciting the scriptures for a few days, couldn't stand it anymore, got up and went back to the palace to arrange a room for monks and Taoists to rest. The master was leaving, Zhizang immediately followed, and before leaving, he gloated and glanced at the old miscellaneous Wang Huaichong, who was sitting cross-legged next to him.

The sound of the scriptures in the hall could not be stopped, they were gone, and Lao Zamao and his apprentices had no rest tonight. Tomorrow, the first emperor will rise up, and they will all have to accompany them, and they will not be able to rest during the day, and they will be tired to death of these miscellaneous Taoist priests!

Wang Huaichong didn't care about the monk who left, he prayed for his sister while waiting for King Sheng to send someone into the palace to report the good news to the first emperor.

According to the time calculation, the person who reported the good news should have come, why hasn't there been any movement yet? Wang Huaichong was worried, and secretly stretched out his fingers to calculate.

Calculating, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the stars in the southern sky outside the door, his eyes were extremely surprised, the twin stars fell?

In King Sheng's mansion, Xiao Nuan's cry of pain, rhubarb's cry, and the sound of the third master's piano have sounded in the middle of the night. The entire palace waited with bated breath.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the guards looked at each other silently, this was the fifteenth piano destroyed by the third master.

"Is there still a piano in the house?"

"Now there is only the cry of rhubarb, it should be...... Gone, right? The other guard worried, "What to do?" Go outside the house and find a few to come back? ”

"You shall not leave your post without an order." Another guard said, "The third master will have a way." ”

Sure enough, there was a flute sound. The guards secretly raised their thumbs, worthy of being the third master, no piano to play, no flute, eighteen classes of musical instruments, all proficient!

Xiao Nuan, who was already in pain in the delivery room and doubted her life, heard the music outside the room change, spit out the cork in her mouth and asked, "Do we have a flute in the house?" ”

Qin took the opportunity to stuff a mouthful of soup for his daughter, "What's not listening, while it doesn't hurt, hurry up and eat something to save up." ”

Shuang Cheng's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought about it, "Back to the princess, there is a six-hole jasper flute in the treasury, which is worth a fortune." If the third master breaks this flute, the next one should be the treasure of our house - the nine-section purple bamboo flute! ”

"Ahh

The sound outside the window was raised sharply, and then ...... Nope.

Xiao Nuan was distressed for a while, the third master is a loser, and a city is gone!

Seeing that the princess had spirits, Shuang Cheng hurriedly said, "Princess, the third master is going to take the nine-section purple bamboo flute!" ”

Xiao Nuan was anxious, and poured the ginseng soup from her mother's hand, riveting all her strength, "Ah-"