Painting Tang Jiao

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 Six

Rong Chen couldn't come back after all.

When Rong Jin was sent back by Linglu, Qing Huan had already woken up for a while.There is still a slight throbbing pain in the stomach, which is not good, but it can barely let her know that the child in the stomach is safe for the time being.

"Mother, Mammy is gone, Mammy is gone."

Rong Jin didn't know that Qing Huan was ill, from the moment he got off the carriage, he turned his eyes to search for Qing Huan's figure, until he was brought to the Nuan Pavilion, looking at his mother who was lying on the bed and smiling at her.

Rong Jin's eyes turned red, he had already shaken off Linglu and rushed over.

Qing Huan was hugged.

"Master." Xiang Nong and the others exclaimed, for fear of being hit.

Qing Huan shook her head at several people, stretched out her hand to hold Rong Jin, her voice was a little trembling: "What... nothing."

After making a sound, he realized that his voice was hoarse.

Every time I uttered a word, it felt like a thorn was stuck in my throat, making it painful to scrape.

Rong Jin just hugged Qing Huan and cried non-stop.

Qing Huan groaned in her heart, and raised her eyes to look at Ling Lu.

"lady……"

Ling Lu choked and knelt down on the ground.

"Princess... the princess has gone."

Qing Huan only felt that her eyes were darkened, and her whole body seemed to be shaking. If she hadn't leaned on her back, she might have fallen backwards. "Go, go..."

With tears in Qing Huan's eyes, the foggy ground seemed to see the figure of Princess Danyang.

She just stood there laughing.

"Grandaunt!"

Qing Huan finally burst into tears.

Rong Chen stood in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

The dark clouds did not know when they gathered together. Obviously when he went out, the sky was still clear.

Rong Chen put his hands over his eyes.

Someone behind him slowly approached, and a wave of sadness surged towards Rong Chen.

Rong Chen couldn't help crying.

"Finally gone..."

Rong Chen's lips moved, he didn't dare to put down his palm, he didn't dare to speak, and he didn't dare to say anything.

"Why don't you wait for me?"

"Granduncle, you..." Rong Chen turned around and looked at Wang Tang, who had aged more than a lap, at his gradually bending back.

I just feel that at that time, the old man who can hold himself high and let him enjoy the fatherhood is already very old.

He couldn't believe it.

But the facts in front of him were placed in front of him, and he couldn't allow him not to believe it.

Just like the death of his aunt, Princess Danyang, he kept telling himself that he just fell asleep and would wake up tomorrow.But... the white curtain that Princess Danyang had hung up made his eyes hurt.

"Go...go tell the emperor." Wang Tang raised his hand for a long time before patting Rong Chen's shoulder: "Go, go. After all these years, finally...go and tell him."

Rong Chen pursed his lips, his eyes were slightly cold.

Wang Tang has already turned his back and walked back slowly.

"Go tell them, don't bother. I want to be with her, always together, I can't leave..."

The voice became more and more desolate, and Rong Chen's eyebrows moved slightly when he heard it.

Just as he was about to speak, Wang Yi sent someone over.

Rong Chen had to let people look at the prince's son-in-law, and went to the front yard by himself.

Although Princess Danyang's health became worse and worse, the mansion began to quietly prepare for the funeral, and it was not in a hurry, but it was still a heart-wrenching pain when it was really done.

Many things cannot be handled by Wang Yi alone.

There are many issues related to the funeral, the emperor's side, and the power left by Princess Danyang.The old subordinates came over to mourn one after another, and all of this made Wang Yi utterly devastated, unable to do anything at all.

When Rong Chen passed by, Wang Yi was talking to the stewards.

"You can count."

Rong Chen nodded: "What's the matter? What do you need me to do?"

Wang Yi looked around and frowned: "Where's grandfather?"

"At... Auntie's side."

Wang Yi sighed: "What can I say? How should I do it... Rong Chen, I..."

Rong Chen patted him on the shoulder: "I'll go to the palace."

Wang Yi suddenly raised his head.

Rong Chen made a not-so-ugly smile: "No matter what, we must let my aunt go through this last journey with peace of mind. If someone causes something bad at this time, I will definitely not allow it."

This is what Wang Yi is worried about.

It's just that when Rong Chen went over, he was afraid of being crushed in the palace.

Rong Chen couldn't take this into consideration.

Before leaving, she said to the eldest grandma: "I told Qing Huan not to come. I said it was because of fetal gas, but considering her personality, she will definitely bring Rong Jin here."

Grandma nodded: "I know, I won't let my cousins ​​suffer."

Grandma's face was deeply tired.

But Rong Chen is really selfish and doesn't want Qing Huan to be too involved.

Rong Chen turned his head, and when he reached the gate, someone who had received the news earlier came to the door.

Rong Chen nodded with the acquaintances, and then hurried to the gate of the palace.

The gate of the palace was closed tightly as expected.

"I beg to see the emperor."

Rong Chen dismounted quickly, lifted his hem, and knelt on the ground.

Zhao Yang was on duty today, and saw someone poking around at the gate of the palace ahead.With a frown, the person passed by.Just about to pat the head and scare them.

Hear their arguments.

"What should I do, Master Rong has been kneeling at the gate of the palace for more than half an hour."

"Yes, yes. Should we tell the emperor?"

"You go, I dare not go. This is..."

"But what..."

"Ah..." The two screamed and turned around, seeing Zhao Yang behind them, they hurriedly saluted and were about to dodge. "Master Zhao, we, we are going to work."

Zhao Yang didn't have the heart to catch them.

Just walked to the closed palace gate.

"Who's outside?"

Guard guard, you look at me, and I look at you.

"Bastard." Zhao Yang snorted coldly and reached out to open the door.

Rong Chen, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head when he heard the movement.

"Zhao Yang."

"Rong Chen." Zhao Yang stepped forward and wanted to help him up: "Why are you kneeling here?" Then the voice disappeared, and his eyes looked at the white ribbon tied on Rong Chen's forehead.

"This...what's the matter."

Rong Chen half leaned against Zhao Yang, and waited until the blood flowed again and his feet were no longer numb, then he forced a voice: "Take me to see the emperor, I have something to ask to see the emperor."

Zhao Yang didn't delay, and half dragged Rong Chen inside.

Two people are talking.

"is not it……"

"Yes."

Zhao Yang cheered: "Let's go, I don't think the emperor will let the princess's funeral go wrong." Now that I think about it, it was such a coincidence that he saw someone poking around.

If someone really doesn't want him to know.

Tell him to go somewhere else, or there's no one standing there.

He probably never thought of opening the door to check.

And in this palace, the emperor is the one who has goodwill towards Princess Danyang.

……

"Slow down, be safe, don't sway, and don't bump into anyone." On the advancing carriage, Qing Guo sat with the driver, watched the road conditions, and whispered instructions.

Inside the carriage, Qing Huan was lying on the thick quilt, her face pale.

(End of this chapter)