When Zhang Guifei passed away, it was in early June of the first year of Zhihe, which was a full five months away from the original plot.

There is no "big cold in the capital, the people are freezing to death, and the imperial concubine is infected with the epidemic." There is only the shower that just fell last night and the thunder that resounded across the sky and the earth at dawn, mixed in the ten miles and eight lanes of Bianjing City, among the Xiangfang Market, and the hazy scenery on the river bank.

The rain and fog together painted a rich and colorful Bianjing Fu.

The death knell tolled, and tabloids flew into the land of China like snowflakes...

Xin Yi listened to Hong Yu's lively talk about the discussions outside, and sat quietly on the edge of the bed, waiting for Xing Yuan to dress her up.

Gao Minglou came in at this time, as if carrying the fishy smell of the Bian River in the early morning, his brows furrowed.

"Ayima, I have bad news."

Xin Yi slightly curved the corners of his lips, "What's the news?"

Gao Minglou: "I'm afraid your marriage to Prince Guangling will be postponed..."

Xin Yi asked: "Is it because Concubine Zhang died?"

Gao Minglou hummed, looking at the supple and gentle woman sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to see some strange expression on her face. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to think this was such bad news, and Gao Minglou was so calm.

Can't figure it out.

"The certificate of credence for the Dali Kingdom's marriage arrived in Bianjing yesterday. I immediately sent someone to the Funing Palace. I thought the emperor would soon issue a decree to marry you and the Prince of Guangling. Who would have expected that Concubine Zhang would die at this time?

Pass away..."

Xin Yi suddenly laughed.

"The imperial ceremony does not regulate the mourning of the concubine. Why do you think that after the death of the noble concubine, the officials will ask the subjects to mourn?"

Gao Minglou was startled: "I have never thought about this. It's just that the Emperor of the Song Dynasty doted on the Zhang family, and everyone knows. Once the Zhang family dies, entertainment will be banned, and the marriage of King Guangling will definitely be delayed..."

Xin Yi nodded quietly.

"That's what my brother said. So there's no need to be impatient. Let's talk about it after the imperial concubine's funeral."

Gao Minglou's voice was smiling, as if he was relieved, "It's just that we have to stay in Bianjing for a few more days."

Xin Yi laughed softly, "Brother gets up early and comes home late. He only loves the fat river fish in Bianjing. Doesn't this suit your wishes?"

Gao Minglou was stunned. Seeing that the smile on her face couldn't be fake, he immediately curled his lips and said, "I have nothing to do and am looking for some fun to kill the time."

Xin Yi: "The hook-and-mortar tiles in Bianjing City are unique. My brother should take advantage of this opportunity to go out and have fun. Fishing is a waste of time."

Gao Minglou raised his eyebrows, his arrogant expression as if he had heard some joke, and snorted coldly, "Ayima thinks I am like those rosy men in the Song Dynasty, who like to wear hairpins, listen to music, and entertain themselves in brothels?"

Xin Yi coughed twice and covered his mouth with a handkerchief, still looking like he couldn't hold back his smile, "I'm just joking, brother, don't take it seriously."

After that, without waiting for Gao Minglou's response, he frowned again and said worriedly: "I don't know what trouble will happen in the capital after this noble concubine dies. Brother, you should be careful when you go fishing and don't get involved in right and wrong...

…”

A flash of suspicion flashed across Gao Minglou's face. He really couldn't understand this woman. The concern and tenderness in her words were as if she was really his biological sister. No matter how hard-hearted he was, he couldn't help but feel emotional ups and downs.

It was as if the softest piece of flesh in my heart had been stabbed.

"good."

Gao Minglou's pace became much slower when he left.

He walked to the door and turned back.

"The imperial concubine's funeral ceremony will be attended by various envoys. When the time comes, you will go with me."

Xin Yi then groped from the edge of the bed and slowly stood up, bowing to Gao Minglou in a polite manner.

"Everything is arranged by my brother. After all, no matter what he does, it is all for my own good."

Gao Minglou nodded and left in a hurry.

Cold sweat broke out inexplicably on his spine, and the words "I'm not that good" stuck in his throat, like coals in a stove, burning his nerves into chaos, and he even dared not look into the eyes of a blind man.

On a rainy day, the room was dimly lit.

Xin Yi remained motionless until the footsteps faded away, then he let out a faint breath.

A person's life is all about acting. It depends on her or Gao Minglou, which one can perform better in this scene.

"Lv'e." Xin Yi said softly: "Let's go for a walk too."

Lu'e said worriedly: "Girl, are you going to the pharmacy again?"

Xin Yi pondered for a moment, "Walking around. If you happen to pass by Maxing Street, it would be good to take a medicinal bath at their house. I have felt much better in the past two days. I think it is due to their medicinal bath. I really

It’s time to call my brother and let him take a dip to get rid of the moisture.”

She spoke seriously, and Lu E's suspicion and nervousness disappeared again.

"Young Master doesn't care if you go to the medicine shop, but you must not go to the Royal Street. The culprit in the Fan Lou case was not caught originally, so who knows if he will come out to do evil again."

Xin Yi smiled lightly, "It's all up to you."

Green Calyx's ears were itchy.

Why is it that the more obedient and obedient this girl is, the weirder she feels and that a disaster is imminent? I wonder if she should tell the young master this delusion...

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Xiangluan Pavilion.

Zhou Yiliu was copying "Nvjie" in front of the case with a big belly. Just as he was writing "Tolerate humiliation and humiliation, it is always as if you are afraid", the palace door opened, bringing out a cool breeze on a rainy day.

The girl Xiuyin walked in and said distressedly: "The room is so dark. Madam, please don't hurt your eyes. Please rest for a while."

Zhou Yiliu smiled: "I have nothing to do. It's good to practice calligraphy. I didn't have the chance at home when I was young. Isn't it just right now?"

Xiuyin frowned, "My wife is also very forgiving."

She raised her neck and looked at Zhou Yiliu's neat handwriting, as if she really wasn't affected by Zhang Xueyi's death in the slightest. She admired and sighed at the same time.

"I heard from the aunt who delivered the water that the official was in great mourning and could not leave the Huining Palace for a long time. He told the people around him over and over again about his love affair with the imperial concubine... In order to cater to the official, the Shibaban actually proposed to use the queen as his wife.

Zhiyi organized the funeral for Concubine Zhang. Didn’t this play into the hands of the officials? Who would have expected that a group of people would agree with it, and even the Prime Minister Chen would agree..."

The Queen's Etiquette? Zhou Yiliu's fingers were slightly stiff. She knew that the officials treated Zhang Xueyi favorably, but Cao Yuzhang was still alive. The queen was still alive, and if she was to bury the concubine in the future, it would be a slap in the face for Cao Yuzhang. Such a ridiculous thing

Not to mention unheard of, not even daring to think about it...

Zhou Yiliu sighed, filled the pen tip with ink, and lowered his head again to copy carefully.

Xiuyin looked anxious, "Isn't the lady angry?"

Zhou Yiliu curled her lips and said, "Empress Cao is not angry. What can I, a little lady with no status, do to be angry about? Besides, what's the use of being angry?"

She has a humble status and no one in the court. Even though she is pregnant with the emperor, she has not become any more noble. How can she get her turn to speak?

Of course, privately speaking, Zhou Yiliu didn't really like arguing with the dead. Didn't Cao Yuzhang like to help Dali's daughter deal with her? Zhou Yiliu was extremely looking forward to what Cao Yuzhang's expression would be like when he got the news.

It's a pity that she was banned from Xiangluan Pavilion and couldn't see the excitement.

She smiled and shook her head, gently stroking the hair on her temples, "Don't worry about things that shouldn't be ours. If you have this leisure, you might as well think about what to make for dinner... wait until you grow up

The funeral has been arranged, and if I have to mourn for the imperial concubine, there won't be any good things available."

Xiuyin has always been competitive and had great expectations for Zhou Yiliu, who was pregnant with the emperor's heir. After hearing this, she was a little disappointed.

"My wife is pregnant with the little prince. No matter how cruel the officials are, they cannot withhold food from Xiangluan Pavilion..."

Zhou Yiliu glanced at him and smiled coldly.

"Then we have to give birth to a little prince."

Xiuyin shut up and her eyes subconsciously fell on Zhou Yiliu's belly.

The maidservants follow their masters, and Zhou Yiliu's glory and wealth are theirs. Xiuyin dare not think about what would happen to their lives if Zhou Yiliu gave birth to a princess, or died young like other princes and princesses.

How about it……

"Madam..."

Listening to Xiuyin's cry, Zhou Yiliu frowned and raised his head.

"What are you doing with such a face? I don't know, but I thought you were crying for Concubine Zhang? I accidentally got into trouble last time, and I won't do it again... Just look at it, I will definitely give birth to a healthy little one.

Prince."

Xiuyin was stunned when she saw her strange voice.

Zhou Yiliu smiled softly and put down his pen, "My little prince is hungry, why don't you go get some food. Oh, by the way..."

The moment Xiuyin turned around, Zhou Yiliu stopped her.

"The Jianghu spy Bai Xiaosheng that Xiuqin talked about is quite interesting."

"Madam, the rumors in the world cannot be trusted..."

Zhou Yiliu pursed her lips and smiled, "Give me ten taels of gold. Is there any way in the world to keep my son alive?"

"Ah?! Madam..."

Zhou Yiliu ignored Xiuyin's shock and smiled lightly.

"Send another message to the eldest princess's residence, telling her that her aunt misses her first and second thoughts and wants to bring them to the palace to meet them."
To be continued...