Cat Lord is ready to be captured

Chapter 20
After a moment of silence, a faint and clear voice came from the car, whispering: "Run over."

Uncle Yun hesitated for a moment, then straightened the reins, and then, hearing a woman's scream, the carriage of Da Sima's Mansion was knocked over.

When Zixiang heard it, he didn't understand what it meant: "Master, how did Zhong Qingqiu offend you?"

Xiao Jingsi shook her head: "No." He said, "Uncle Yun, I will trouble you to go back later."

"Yes, Miss Seven." Uncle Yun obeyed the order without saying much.

Zixiang felt that something was wrong, and the master must have some kind of plan.

It was almost noon, and the queen held a banquet, and only waited for the ladies to take their seats, but the seats were not full for a long time.

The little novice hurriedly walked to the slope in front of the temple and asked the visitor: "Brother Yuanji, the Empress sent someone to ask if there is any lady who has not arrived yet."

The little monk in front of the slope replied: "Wen Guogong's mansion and Da Sima's mansion."

Both of these two families are nobles, so nothing can go wrong, the little novice panicked: "Why haven't you arrived yet?"

"Don't worry, just now the guards of Da Sima's mansion came to report on horseback, saying that the chariot of Da Sima's mansion was broken. I was delayed on the mountain road for some time, so I will send people down the mountain to meet them. Arrived, you wait here, wait for someone to come, and lead them to the Tianzi room in the west wing."

"What about Miss Zhong?"

"It's arranged in the Renzi Room in the East Wing." After Yuan Ji said, he was about to go down the mountain when he saw a woman's gauze skirt faintly visible outside the Fengbo Pavilion in the distance. He was overjoyed: "Here comes the man."

Seeing that it was two women who came, they looked upright and behaved politely. They did not drive a carriage, but came on foot. The carriage of the Da Sima Mansion was broken, so it must be the daughter of the Zhong family who arrived first.

The little novice leading the way stepped forward, saluted and bowed politely: "Miss Zhong, this young monk is here to lead the way for you under the order of Master Jiashan."

The woman smiled lightly and said, "Thank you."

Immediately, the young monk led the way to the East Chamber.

Zixiang hooked his lips, looked at his master, smiled without saying a word, no wonder he asked Uncle Yun to turn back halfway to pick up the girl from Da Sima's mansion, but he didn't know what was the difference between the East Wing and the West Wing.

On the same day, at [-]:[-] pm, His Royal Highness King Zhou sent someone to deliver a cup of summer heat soup to the Tianzifang in the west chamber.

Let's talk about the marriage decree sent to Da Sima's mansion, it was only a moment before the news spread to Zhou Wang's mansion.

"Your Highness," the old palace official in charge hurried over with a flustered expression, "Your Majesty's imperial decree referring to the marriage has been sent to Da Sima's Mansion."

Hearing this, Feng Yinxun smashed the teapot on the table vigorously: "Let me check, the soup was clearly sent to the West Wing Courtyard, why Xiao Jingsi didn't drink it, but fell into my stomach."

At three o'clock, he specially delivered summer soup to the West Wing in the name of the Queen, but for some reason, the soup with added ingredients made him eat his own fruit, which made him lose his mind in public in the West Wing and act so frivolously. Act of.

The father-in-law replied: "Yes."

"Also," Feng Yinxun pulled up the slanted corners of his eyes, a little stern, "find out why Zhong Qingqiu is in Xiao Jingsi's room, and who dares to steal the day under my king's nose."

The civet cat replaced the prince, who was supposed to be played with by him, but was replaced by Zhong Qingqiu.Xiao Jingsi escaped a catastrophe.

At this moment, the Prince's Mansion is also in chaos. Two imperial decrees, one was sent to Da Sima's Mansion, and the other was related to the East Palace.

Steward Jiang returned home from the palace, sweating profusely, "Prince, Your Majesty's imperial edict to marry has been issued."

Feng Fuli got up and asked anxiously: "Which girl is it?"

Steward Jiang paused for a moment: "Duke Wenguo's Mansion," raised his head, observed his words and expressions, and said, "Xiao Fuchen."

Feng Fuli's complexion changed drastically: "Why is it her?" His eyes widened in astonishment, sparks were faint, and he shouted, "Where is Xiao Jingsi? Who was she pointed at?"

At a quarter of the hour of the unitary hour, in Wen Guogong's mansion, the emperor ordered the eunuch Xu Gonggong to announce the decree in the main hall of the Guogong mansion.

"Following the fate of heaven, the emperor ordered that there is a daughter Fuchen in Wen Guogong's mansion, who is dignified and virtuous, gentle and respectful, and virtuous and obedient. She can be the concubine of the Eastern Palace. She should be appointed by the order and be appointed on a date."

With the order, everyone in Duke Wen's mansion was shocked, and Duke Wen, who was kneeling on the ground, didn't react for a long time.

After all, Xiao Fuchen is only a concubine, and he is really high in the East Palace.

Eunuch Xu handed out a bright yellow imperial edict with both hands: "Fifth Miss, accept the edict."

She fell to the ground, lowered her head, and her shoulders trembled slightly. She did not receive the imperial edict. Eunuch Xu raised his eyes and looked at it quite a bit.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhou called softly: "Fuchen." Seeing no response, she became a little anxious, "Fuchen, hurry up and receive the order."

This sacred decree of marriage bestowed by the Holy One cannot be defied.

Xiao Fuchen raised his head and said emphatically: "My daughter, thank you Lord for your kindness."

When the imperial decree came down, she had become the concubine of the Eastern Palace, and her fate was in chaos.

The eunuch who announced the decree had left, but Xiao Fuchen was still in a state of despair for a long time.

Seeing that it was unusual, Aunt Zhou took her aside and asked, "Fuchen, what's wrong with you? Why have you been restless since just now?"

She muttered to herself: "Wrong." She looked up, her eyes were messed up, she was flustered like never before, and she said, "Wrong, all wrong."

Aunt Zhou was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Fuchen shook his head violently: "It's not me, it's Xiao Jingsi. Her signature is Emperor Yan, and she is the one who should enter the East Palace." Her face was pale, and she was even a little panicked. She grabbed Aunt Zhou's hand and spoke excitedly, " The autograph I prayed with Jingsi was her, and it was her."

The Emperor Yanlin, Hua Rong Xianmin, he was extremely prosperous and died, and his death was hard to die. Xiao Jingsi was the one who was right in these twelve-character prophecies. How could it be wrong, how could it be chaotic.

Aunt Zhou turned pale with shock, and it took a long time to calm down: "Calm down first, don't get confused, tell me who else saw Jing Si's signature?"

Xiao Fuchen pondered, and then replied: "Master Jiashan."

At the end of the hour, there was still a moment left for the selected ladies to pray for their autographs. Prince Liang Di, as the Princess Ming Hui, entered the Xingyue Hall to worship the Buddha and discuss the Tao with the Master Jiashan.

In front of the Buddhist hall, everyone retreated, the sound of the wooden fish stopped, and the national teacher asked: "Zhong Liangdi, who does His Highness want?"

Zhong Shuanglin raised his head, his wide sleeves covered the back of his hands, and only a corner of the letter was exposed: "Please trouble the Master."

After the crown prince Liangdi left, the national teacher opened the letter paper, and there were only three words on the paper, Xiao Jingsi...

Throwing the letter paper into the incense burning copper furnace, and waiting for it to be reduced to ashes, Jiashan Guoshi told the monks outside the Buddhist hall: "When the time comes, let the ladies of each family enter the hall to pray."

At two moments later, the empress and all the noble ladies entered the Xingyue Palace to pray for lottery. Jingsi and Fuchen of Duke Wen's mansion shook a pot of lottery together.

Three quarters of an hour rang, the signing ceremony was over, all the girls retreated, Jiashan Guoshi ordered the little monk: "Send the signature of Xincheng County Lord to the palace."

Emperor Yanluo, the seventh daughter of the Xiao family.

(End of this chapter)