A Precious Pearl in the Imperial City

A concubine of the first emperor passed away, and no one cared about the former Hou Gongben until Emperor Longfeng named her as a noble concubine, and there were more people who went to the concubine Zhao Taifei to express condolences.

However, it is the old concubines who live in the Toffee Palace who are really sad for the departure of Princess Zhao.

The palace usually doesn't make people cry, only in front of Princess Zhao's mourning hall, they dare to cry presumptuously and loudly.

They cried for Princess Zhao and they cried for themselves.

Jiuzhu and Wang Chen put on plain white clothes and went to the mourning hall to offer incense to give her the last ride.

"The specifications for the funeral of the royal concubine have been set." Wang Chen held Jiuzhu's hand: "She will be buried in the tomb of the concubine, not with the first emperor."

"That's good." Jiuzhu looked back at the monk who was reciting the scriptures in the mourning hall, and tightly tugged Wang Chen's finger on the palm of his hand.

The first emperor forcibly seized the women into the palace before his death, and at least restored peace to these women after his death.

"The prince, the princess, please stay."

Jiuzhu turned her head, it was the old lady who was serving Princess Zhao.

The mother wore a white linen belt around her waist, and her expression looked very haggard. She walked to the two of them and saluted: "Before the noble concubine is dying, I want the slave and maidservant to give some things to the princess. If the princess is willing to accept it, please follow the old man. Take a trip to the slave."

"Please mother to lead the way."

Without the owner’s yard, it became quite deserted, and the white paper lanterns hung under the eaves looked pale and indifferent in the vibrant spring.

The mother took Jiuzhu and Wang Chen into the house, and she took out a box from the house: "The stuff in it, the noble concubine will prepare for a few days. It should be given to you on Ching Ming, but it was delayed."

Jiuzhu knew why it was delayed. The things she brought back to the noble concubine two days ago made her forget the others.

After receiving the heavy wooden box, Jiuzhu thanked him in a low voice.

"The princess." The mother took three steps back and knelt towards Jiuzhu. The other court ladies and eunuchs in the house also all knelt down.

"Mother." Jiuzhu quickly reached out to help her.

"Wang Hao, please allow the old slave to finish this ceremony." Mother's eyes were firm, Jiuzhu slowly retracted her hand.

The mother took the palace lady in the house and knocked Jiuzhu three heads, and Jiuzhu heard the sobbing of the little palace lady.

"The imperial concubine empress smiles and is very peaceful when she leaves." The mother stood up with the help of the little palace lady: "The princess and the master met in Pingshui, but the master deliberately crossed most of the capital for her during the Ching Ming Dynasty, giving her a long gone. People who have been offering incense for worship for many years. If it were not for you, the master would only leave with regret."

So she can bear this gift.

The imperial palace is the most noble place in the world, and there are things that people all dream of.

Power, status, money, beauty.

The only thing missing is the human heart.

The princess Chen came here gracefully, in this harem full of desires, as if she were a stranger, but not incompatible.

It was like the dark night, and a light appeared.

On the scorching summer night, there was a gust of wind.

She is so different, so the concubine, who is unwilling to intervene in anything, drags the sick body and insists on going to the Peach Blossom Forest to remind her and Wang Chen.

The imperial concubine's momentary softness, in exchange for the concubine Chen's heartfelt return, brought back the things left by the eternal life for the concubine.

There were fine and fragmented meows. When Jiuzhu saw the cat raised by Princess Zhao, she squatted at the foot of the bed, and looked up at the bed from time to time, as if wondering why the owner was not on the bed.

"After the master left, the cat has been lying in the house waiting for the master to come back." Mother's tears rolled down again: "We fed him things, but he didn't like to eat. At night, he would look for his master everywhere in the yard. "

Where does the cat know that its owner will never come back again.

Jiuzhu handed the wooden box in his hand to King Chen next to him, squatted in front of the cat, and stretched out his hand towards it.

The fat cat meowed, went around the room many times, and slowly jumped into Jiuzhu's arms.

However, when Jiuzhu was holding it and leaving the courtyard gate, the cat struggled and jumped out of her arms.

"Princess, the younger one will help you catch the cat back." Upon seeing this, Yang Yiduo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to catch the cat.

"No need." Jiuzhu shook his head: "Go and tell the mother, I'll pick it up again in some time."

"Little leader."

"Want to have a cat?" Chen Wang turned his head and asked her.

Jiuzhu shook his head: "The Toffee Empress is no longer there. This cat has no owner in the harem and may not survive."

When it accidentally ran into the sixth house of Zhang, it was broken off by someone, not to mention the days when it was not taken care of by its owner.

"Don't worry, those old ladies in Nishigong will take care of it." Wang Chen held her hand again: "If you don't worry about it, come back in a few days."

"Yeah." Jiuzhu nodded, she always believed what His Highness said.

"Go, I'll take you to a place." Seeing Jiuzhu's mood was still a little depressed, Wang Chen whispered in her ear: "Your Royal Highness will take you out of the palace."

"Now?" Jiuzhu asked.

"Yes, it's now." Chen Wang stretched out his hand and pinched her nose: "Do you want to go?"

"Yes." Jiuzhu nodded.

"You can go, you can smile at me." He handed the wooden box to the attendant who was specially arranged for him by the emperor, and rubbed her face with his hands: "At a young age, what a sad face looks like."

After rubbing it twice, it felt so good that Wang Chen couldn't help rubbing it twice.

Now Jiuzhu not only didn't laugh at him, but was also angry with him.

Upon seeing this, Wang Chen quickly withdrew his hand: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's go out now."

Seeing that Jiuzhu ignored himself, he reached out and fished Jiuzhu into his arms: "I was wrong, don't be angry, eh?"

Jiuzhu raised his head and padd his feet, took the opportunity to stretch out his hand and rubbed Wang Chen's face, and nodded in satisfaction with Wang Chen's dumbfounded expression: "Well, I'm not angry."

"Ming Xiaozhu, you are with a few concubines and you have lost your studies." Chen Wang returned to his senses. His piggy used to be so well-behaved, but how long he has been in the palace now, he has learned to cheat.

Sure enough, the imperial palace was a big dyeing vat, which turned his white, tender and spotless piggy into colorful.

The two went out of the palace in a carriage, and when Jiuzhu got off the carriage, they knew where her Highness had come.

It was originally just a mound of Changsheng Tomb, but now there is no mound, and it has become a big pit.

Jiuzhu turned to look at Wang Chen: "His Royal Highness?"

If ordinary people saw such a scene, they would definitely suspect that King Chen had ruined other people's graves, but Jiuzhu's first reaction was that His Royal Highness would repair the grave for Changsheng?

Looking at her trusting little eyes, Wang Chen smiled. Fortunately, it was him who met a little fool like this.

Fortunately, it was her, it was not in vain that he tried his best to ask for a grace from the father and the queen.

"Take down the things on the carriage." Chen Wang said: "The royal concubine was the concubine of the first emperor who was on the jade plaque. The funeral is jointly managed by the clan mansion and the Ministry of Rites. I can't transport her body out of the palace, I can only take some of her The objects, jewelry and clothes used in the daily life, built a cloak mound and burial with the longevity."

The grandfather did a lot of wrongdoing. If he was a grandson, if he gave his grandfather a colorful hat, the ancestors and ancestors should also open their eyes and close their eyes, and not care about him.

"This matter can't be done with great fanfare, so we can only keep things simple." Wang Chen took Jiuzhu's hand and whispered: "Let's hurry up, don't be discovered."

"Father and mother also agree with this matter?" Even though Jiuzhu grew up in Taoist temple, she didn't know much about the world and knew that this matter didn't conform to the principle of filial piety.

"Shhh, don't say, don't say." Wang Chen took out the tablet hidden under the carriage. It was not XX, but Zhao Taohua.

According to folk customs, the opening of the tomb and the burial must be washed according to the date and time, but Jiuzhu knows that if the longevity and the royal concubine are alive in the sky, they will not mind that the funeral is not grand enough on this occasion.

Warm the grave with paper money, and then sweep the bottom with clothes, to fan out all the paper money ashes in the graveyard.

This should be done by children and grandchildren, but Princess Zhao and Changsheng have no descendants, so Jiuzhu and King Chen took the outer robes they wore and fanned them for a long time, and finally fanned all the paper money and ashes that had been burned out of the grave. Get out.

The two of them were covered with ashes from the flying paper money, and their plain white clothes turned into black and white gray clothes.

"Before I came, I asked people about this step. This step is necessary." Wang Chen pulled Jiuzhu out from the bottom of the pit: "This means that they will have a safe and smooth life in the future."

"Oh." Jiuzhu nodded, ignorantly nodded: "What shall we do next?"

"Put the clothes of Grandma Zhao...in the grave." Wang Chen put his hand behind him: "The other burial rules belong to the descendants of Fuze. Since they have no descendants, why bother them."

As the coffin was buried and the soil covered the coffin, Jiuzhu's depression began to improve.

When the king of Chen asked the attendant to stand the newly carved tombstone in front of the tomb, Jiuzhu's face showed a smile.

"I'm not sad anymore?" Wang Chen took out his handkerchief and wiped Jiuzhu's gray face, even though his hands were not much clean.

"Yeah." Jiuzhu nodded, "They weren't together before they were alive, or they can have the same acupuncture point after death."

"Come on, give them a stick of incense, and then we go home." Chen Wang handed the incense to Jiuzhu, and made three bends towards the tombstone.

The breeze blew, the cigarette whirled in the air and flew into the blue sky.

Changsheng, Taohua.

May they come to grow and live a hundred years old, and their lives are as bright as fire.

When the two returned to the carriage, they laughed when they saw each other's muddy feet and dirty clothes.

"That's right, how beautiful the girl smiles." Chen Wang stretched out his hand and squeezed Jiuzhu's face. There were two more black fingerprints on her already flowery face.

He looked away with some guilty conscience and coughed dryly: "It will be dark after a while, and the court lady **** dare not look directly at our faces. As long as we walk fast enough, no one will find our clothes dirty."

Of course, the point is actually the face.

But he dare not say.

They are covered in paper, money and dust, and changing clothes outside the palace is more likely to attract speculation by others. It is better to return to the palace openly, and others will not think too much.

"What if someone sees it?"

"When I saw it, I told you I took you out of the palace to grill the fish, and we accidentally fell into the ashes." Chen Wang calmly said: "Don't worry, as long as we say the answer, no one dares to continue to ask."

According to his previous behavior style, maybe no one suspected that he was lying.

When night fell, Wang Chen took two thin black cloaks and put them on himself and Jiuzhu, and walked on the palace road without reason.

"My mother's bones are not yet cold, she is pregnant. I think she used to pretend to be virtuous and filial."

"Like a mother, it is natural to be a son to pretend to be."

Behind the palace gate, the eunuch's voice came out, and their harsh tone seemed to carry a little excitement.

Hearing this conversation, Jiuzhu stopped immediately, and Wang Chen frowned and looked behind the door.

Some people are born to like to see others fall in trouble.

There is no shortage of people who have fallen into trouble.