Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 113 Pretending to be a ghost (1)
In the past two days, there has been an undercurrent in Kyoto. As soon as the news of the Queen's death came out, there were many speculations behind the officials' backs, but no one dared to tell the truth that normal visits to relatives and friends are now also held in Beijing. If it is carried out in secret, it is afraid of being misunderstood by others for gathering a crowd for a feast, and suing the Jingzhao Yin Yamen.

The family members of the officials in Kyoto, especially the women in the back house, have a difficult life. Every day, they have to cry for two hours at the gate of the palace, catching up with the sun around noon, and the delicate ladies often faint due to heat stroke , foaming at the mouth.

The emperor was in a bad mood and had no intention of going to court early. He had stopped court for three consecutive days. As the boss of the censor, Mo Zhongchen had the responsibility of supervising the emperor, so he had to kneel at the door of the imperial study every day before dawn.

"Master Mo, it's really not easy for you!"

It is a good thing for some officials that the morning court has stopped. They live far away from the inner city of Kyoto, and they go out almost every day before dawn. If you dare to yawn, these three days just happened to be resting, and the Zuodu censor Mo Zhongchen was born to meddle in his own business with mice.

Ye Wanxi's father, Ye Xiang, shook his sleeves. Seeing Mo Zhongchen leaving the palace in disgrace, he cursed a fool in his heart. How heartless this person is. The empress is dead, and the emperor is in grief. Kneeling in front of the emperor and begging to go to the early court, isn't this hitting the muzzle of a gun, looking for death!

"Oh, Master Ye, there is nothing you can do about it, the country cannot live without a king!"

Mo Zhongchen's face was heavy, tears were shining in his eyes, and his speech was impassioned, as if he was loyal to the emperor Wan Tu Yufeng for the country and the people, and the world can learn from the sun and the moon.

"The truth is that I understand Lord Mo's mood, but the emperor... oh."

Ye Xiang is an old fox with a tactful approach. He stroked his beard, sighed, patted Mo Zhongchen on the shoulder lightly, and encouraged, "It's all up to Mr. Mo!"

Mo Zhongchen nodded, and he had already greeted the eighteen generations of the Ye family's ancestors in his heart. What does it mean to rely on him?If the emperor continued to stop the court, wouldn't the responsibility all fall to him?What a thick-skinned old bastard, earning a lot of money, and likes to pretend to be a good person.

The two exchanged a few words of farewell, and Mo Zhongchen returned to Yushifu.As soon as he entered the main courtyard, he immediately changed his expression. He supported his old waist and wailed non-stop, "Oh, hey, kneeling for hours, my waist is about to break!"

"Master, you are really working hard, so you can get what you want."

The servant, Mo Qing, frowned. If the wife is not at home, the master becomes a free man. He has to drink two taels of white wine for dinner every day. He has already written down the time and place. He will submit it when the wife comes back, so as not to save the master deny.

"What are you talking about, boy? You can deceive people if you don't work hard. Do you think everyone else is stupid?"

Mo Zhongchen patted Mo Qing's head and yelled, "There is also the cotton pad on the knee to help the master take it off. It's a hot day, maybe it's going to get prickly heat."

The mat was made by Mrs. Lu, mainly because she knew that Mo Zhongchen often offended the emperor and was punished to kneel down. When he went back to the mansion a few times ago, his knees were scuffed and bruised and purple. , I will suffer from the problem of old cold legs in the future.Mrs. Lu skillfully made two thick cushions, and had Mo Zhongchen tie them on his legs in the early court. The court clothes are loose, and there is nothing unusual from the outside.

"My lord, you insist on being strong, thanks to the fact that the emperor is sad and didn't care about you."

Mo Qing squatted down, carefully untied the rope, he curled his lips and said, "What if the emperor gets angry and wants to hit you on the board?"

"Oh, you said that, sir, I just remembered that there is a pad on the buttocks!"

Without Mrs. Lu, the mansion is dominated by Mo Zhongchen, and he is the boss.The eldest son, Mo Qingfeng, was studying in the Imperial College, and he could only take a bath for one day a month. There were not many people in the Yushi Mansion, and now it seemed even more deserted.

"So you are ready!"

Mo Qing had black lines on his face. After seeing his master like this, he didn't believe that Da Yue had an upright official. The master didn't count. There was a small secret room in the study, and there were several boxes of gold and silver hidden in it. He didn't dare to tell this secret. Madam, because the master regards the money more than his life, he often counts and touches it, so that he feels at ease.

"Otherwise, how can you hang out in Kyoto?"

Mo Zhongchen shook his head, thinking in his mind that the wind direction in the capital is unclear now, and it is safe for the Lu family and Mo Yan to stay away. After his nephew Mo Qingyun gets married, the two will return in the twelfth lunar month. At that time, Qing Yu will also return from traveling , the family just had a reunion year.

The wind in Kyoto is tight, not only the officials are in danger, but also the common people are affected to varying degrees and become silent. In the market in Kyoto every few days, there are hardly many people buying and selling things.

The death of a princess who was married to Wu and made a mess of smoke. The most angry thing in my heart was the empress dowager in the harem. She had fought with the demon concubine from Wu all her life. In the end, she kept the queen, but lost the heart of the late emperor.In the end, the first emperor died of depression because of that little hoof. Every time he thinks about it, the queen mother wants to tear up her handkerchief.

However, the last person to live will be the last to laugh. Her son sits on the throne, and she is also Dai Viet's noble empress dowager. She must not let anyone take away this halo.In order to divert the people's attention to Shuide in the south, the Queen Mother approached Princess Yuyao and hoped that she would organize a donation ceremony to mobilize the daughters of the capital, and finally choose one person as a representative to appease the people in the south.

The court is the world of men, but as the women in the back house, when they hear the news of the flood, they will not stand by silently, they want to let the common people know.

The Queen Mother just had such an idea, Princess Yuyao was very supportive, and as a good sister of Princess Yuyao, Xia Ruoqing got the news in advance.On the night of July [-]th, she came to Xia Ruoxue's yard, where the two sisters were discussing the matter.

"Ruoxue, what do you mean by the empress dowager's move, is she plating herself with gold to show her kindness?"

There are rumors in Kyoto that the sudden sudden death of the Empress Dowager has a great relationship with the Empress Dowager, and the fact that the former emperor favored the Great Wu girl was also brought out, adding a lot of credibility.The queen mother wanted to divert everyone's attention, so she made a fuss about the flood in the south.

"Princess Yuyao said that the empress dowager wants everyone to choose someone to go to the south to appease the people. Is this true?"

Xia Ruoxue didn't care about the meaning of the Queen Mother's actions at all. At this moment, her mind was full of Xia Ruoqing's last words just now, in an infinite loop. She wanted to be a person and go to the south, so that she would be one step closer to Wanqi Yuling.She must go!
(End of this chapter)