Ma'am help, the general is in trouble again

Just when Zheng Quchi was deep in thought, outside the door, the old housekeeper Chang Yue came to ask for instructions with an expressionless face: "Madam, excuse me, the guest list for condolences tomorrow has just been drawn up, I hope you can take a look."

Since the corpse had been left for too long and could not be left in the mourning hall to stink, the time for the funeral was quite tight.

The old housekeeper often had to stay up late to arrange everything properly, but for some matters that needed to be decided by the master, he had no choice but to come over no matter how late it was to bother him.

Zheng Quchi knew that the entire government would be busy tonight. She called someone in, took the long list of officials from the DPRK and Central Government, and browsed through them one by one, then looked at Yuan Xingzhou.

She said deliberately: "Your Majesty, please go over the details together. Are there any people who have been omitted and not notified at my husband Yu Wensheng's funeral tomorrow?"

Yuan Xingzhou did not refuse. He reached out to take it and scanned the list: "There are no omissions, but some people are redundant. Just cross out those who don't exist."

He raised his hand, but Chang Yue had the foresight and immediately offered him a pen for him to delete the name.

Every time he crossed out a stroke, it meant that this person would no longer exist in Shengjing.

Zheng Quchi: "..." When I asked you to add people, you were kind-hearted. You directly found a bunch of people to go to the underworld to accompany her dead husband. She suddenly felt that the sky above Shengjing was so gloomy that she could not tell the guests tomorrow. Everyone will be too busy to do anything else.

"Felons who died under the imperial edict are not allowed to set up a private mourning hall to hold memorials and condolences. You don't have to worry about the deserted house tomorrow." Yuan Xingzhou glanced at her with a half-smile.

He handed the pen and the list back to Chang Yue. He also saw that His Highness the Crown Prince and his wife had important matters to discuss, so he left first after finishing.

Zheng Quchi saw through his thoughts and didn't offer any excuses. She pressed her eyebrows and looked worried: "People from the Yuwen family will definitely come to cause trouble tomorrow. I would like to ask your highness to do me a favor."

Yu Wensheng said: "Tell me about it."

"I will approve the marriage contract between my wife and Yu Wensheng, which was suppressed by the late king, and submit it to the Ministry of Household Affairs to be kept in the registration file, so that he and I can become a legitimate couple." She said seriously.

After Zheng Quchi said these words, he stared at Yuan Xingzhou for a moment, not wanting to miss any expression on his face.

She thought to herself that if Yuan Xingzhou really loved her, logically speaking, he would not accept this easily. He would even be surprised that she and Yu Wensheng were only a couple in name but not actually married.

But if he agrees...this matter will become more and more confusing.

Yuan Xingzhou looked startled when he heard this, and then his Adam's apple moved slightly, as if he was surprised and said: "Are you going to become a real couple with him?"

"Yes." Zheng Quchi agreed.

"Even if he is dead?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing?"

He repeatedly asked her about her determination, and she responded tirelessly: "Yes."

Finally, Yuan Xingzhou saw her determination from her attitude. Although he knew that she was trying to get angry, but for a person whose mind had been deceived for a long time, how could he resist the temptation of the forbidden fruit on the tree? .

Yuan Xingzhou's scarlet lips curved, his pupils slightly dilated due to the pleasant color, and he opened his thin lips lightly: "I agree with you."

He agreed.

Zheng Quchi's heart suddenly tightened.

It was as if all the blood in her body rushed into her heart. She slowly slowed down her breathing. During the breathing process, no one knew what kind of psychological construction and complicated ups and downs she had gone through.

After being silent for a moment, she blinked her thick eyelashes, and her eyes returned to their normal look. She first thanked her, and then said: "It's late at night, does His Highness plan to return to the palace, or will he just stay at the General's Mansion? "

Although she said it politely, she was issuing an eviction order.

Yuan Xingzhou naturally understood, but he was not willing to leave just like that. There were some things that he could stop talking about, but since there were some things that were "half-hidden with a pipa", why not simply reveal them and talk.

"Zheng Quchi, the marriage contract between you and Yu Wensheng has always been on Gu's desk, but Gu has never sealed it for you. Do you know why?"

Zheng Quchi raised his eyes, with a pair of star-bright eyes, two clusters of sparks gathered in his pupils: "Your Majesty, my husband is still lying in the mourning hall. My wife is in a very bad mood now, and I don't want to discuss these things with you. Can you let me calm down first?"

Her tone was so stiff that she was no longer willing to maintain the surface politeness with him. Her face was tense and serious, as if he had touched her bottom line. If he tried to take another step forward, she would show her sharp and hurtful weapon. Come on.

Yuan Xingzhou knew that she was in a bad mood at the moment, but he was not sure what caused her. Since she didn't want to talk tonight, there would be a long time to come. He was busy with his affairs, so he would not stay at the General's Mansion, but returned to the palace overnight.

After Yuan Xingzhou left, Zheng Quchi walked to the desk and drew the tattoo on the inside of the corpse's wrist on a piece of paper from memory. Then, fearing that she would be monitored, she blew out all the candles in the room. She was standing by the window in the dark, with the moonlight falling down. She was dressed in plain clothes, with her hair disheveled, and the wind blew by. Her figure was thin and graceful. She called out: "Blue Moon."

Immediately, a short and nimble figure jumped down from the eaves and came to her.

"My lord." Lan Yue cupped her fists and saluted.

I don't know when Lan Yue stopped calling her Madam, but changed to Lord. This change of her title only showed one thing. She was now completely loyal to Zheng Quchi.

Zheng Quchi handed her the drawing paper in his hand.

"Have you ever seen this pattern on the paper?"

Lan Yue took the paper and took a closer look at it under the moonlight. Then she looked surprised. After hesitating for a moment, she said: "My lord, this is actually not a pattern, but a number. It belongs to the Immortality Sect. I still have this number." I have never seen it before, so this can only mean that... it belongs to the most senior ones in the sect."

Lan Yue's words contained a lot of information. After listening to this, Zheng Quchi frowned and could only grasp one of the key points: "What do you mean you haven't seen this before? Have you seen many people with this number before?"

Lan Yue rolled up her sleeves, revealing the tattoo number on her arm.

She said: "Because Lan Yue is also a secret guard trained by the Eternal Life Sect. Lan Yue is number 17, but this seventeen is different from the number that ordinary people recognize. Only those of us from the Eternal Life Sect can recognize it. See you at Seventeen I have seen secret guard numbers ranging from to , but I have never seen any number above . Lan Yue can recognize this number as one commonly used by the Immortality Sect, but I don’t know which number is above . ."

Zheng Quchi couldn't come back to his senses for a long time after listening.

"you sure?"

"Blue Moon is sure."

"The Gate of Immortality? What does the Gate of Immortality have to do with Yu Wensheng?" She asked again without giving up.

Lan Yue did not hide anything: "General Yuwen is the master of the Eternal Life Sect, and all the secret guards are born for him. The four of us were sent to the Lord and confessed that we have left the Eternal Life Sect. Therefore, General Yuwen is no longer My master, we only take orders from Madam Yu."

Therefore, that corpse and Lan Yue and the others are all members of the Eternal Life Sect, and the secret guards trained by the Eternal Life Sect are all secret guards for Yu Wensheng...

This relationship was immediately clear and clear.

She thought she just found a clue, but she didn't expect that she would directly turn over all the vines tied to it.

"Okay, I understand, please step back first." Zheng Quchi suddenly had a look of fatigue between his brows, as if he was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information.

Lan Yue looked at her worriedly, but seeing that she just wanted to be alone and quiet without anyone else around, she swallowed what she wanted to say and said, "Yes."

Lan Yue returned the drawing paper and disappeared in front of Zheng Quchi.

Zheng Quchi clenched the piece of paper tightly, with a look that seemed both angry and smiling: "A substitute..."

No wonder Fu Rong was needed. Without Fu Rong, how could he have produced a corpse that could look real?

There was no sound in the quiet courtyard. Qiu and Dong, who were keeping vigil in the side room, were carefully waiting for orders. Suddenly, they heard an extremely angry roar coming from the general's wife's bedroom - "Damn it, if I don't make you cry this time, My name is not Zheng Quchi!"

The two of them were so frightened that they ran forward and shouted nervously: "Husband, madam, what's wrong?"

The person inside paused for a moment, then cleared his throat, trying to control his anger and said: "It's okay! You don't have to keep vigil anymore, go back and rest."

"Yes." Seeing that Madam seemed to be fine, they breathed a sigh of relief. However, Madam was fine in the room just now. Why did she suddenly speak in dialect? I heard that people over there in Fu County were so easy to talk when they were upset. " "I don't know if it's true or not."

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The sky was slightly bright, and Zheng Quchi, who had been awake all night, turned over and sat up. It happened that the old housekeeper Chang Yue had brought her a set of custom-made mourning clothes. After she put them on, she had breakfast. Jia Changyue reported to her one by one the situation in the house and the arrangements for today.

Afterwards, she went to the mourning hall with the old housekeeper and the four people of Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. She knew something about funeral etiquette, but the rules of her time were very different from this time, so she If she doesn't understand, the housekeeper will follow her step by step, carefully and attentively reminding her of every step.

On the importance of having a capable and loyal steward in a home.

Before noon, many people came one after another, including officials from the DPRK and the Central Government, as well as family members of officials, all of whom had interests or favors with the Yuwen family. Of course, most of them were because of Zheng Quchi's relationship with today's family. In terms of the ambiguous relationship between His Highness the Crown Prince, he came here to go through the motions, and he looked familiar.

As the saying goes, when people leave, the tea will be cold. How glorious the General's Mansion was once was, but that didn't stop the owner from leaving, leaving him in a desolate and desolate scene.

After these people entered the mourning hall, they first had to pay tribute to the bereaved family, roughly expressing their condolences and concern for them. As for the location of Yu Wensheng's bereaved family members, it seemed that there was no more or less, and only Zheng Quchi was there. No matter how much there is, it will be gone.

Different from the "lively" atmosphere of other families where relatives, both senior and young, mourn together, the mourning hall can be described as cold, quiet and quiet. Not to mention the crying, even the atmosphere of sobbing and sadness is quite light. (End of chapter)