This day in Bianjing is no different from usual. The morning sun rises from the early morning mist and shines brightly on the earth. The air is fresh and clear.

Tabloids flew into the homes of ordinary people like snowflakes, like a long-anticipated thunder, adding a heavy color to the weather in June.

The overt and covert fighting in the court was still in full swing, and the issue of concubine Zhang Guifei was constantly being fought over, but in the end no one could defeat the emperor on the dragon throne.

The emperor's sadness is a powerful weapon to constrain his courtiers.

After "the imperial conferment made Zhang Guifei the first imperial concubine in the Song Dynasty to have a canonization ceremony", Zhao Zhen once again made an exception for Zhang Guifei, and issued an edict to confer the title of Concubine Zhang as a queen and give her the posthumous title of Wencheng.

"The virtue of being generous and gentle is called Wen, and Qi Sheng Guangyuan is called Cheng." This posthumous title fully proves Zhang's status in Zhao Zhen's heart.

Not to mention this, Zhao Zhen didn't think this was enough to show his love for Mr. Zhang.

In the Imperial Palace, a spectacular funeral caused an uproar throughout the world.

Thousands of people mourned and mourned for a month, the whole country mourned, and all ministers and princes declined.

At the same time, Zhao Zhen ordered Sun Miao, the deputy prime minister who had previously prevented Zhang's appointment, to personally read the mourning book and change the name of the Ning Palace to "Wencheng Pavilion".

In addition, Zhao Zhen also made a move that caused an uproar in the world - granting a title to Queen Wen Cheng for three generations.

Not to mention a noble concubine, even a queen or a queen mother, none of them have this honor.

Do you think this is the end?

No, it is far from enough. Zhao Zhen also arbitrarily added titles to those who organized funerals for Wen Cheng. Anyone who participated in the funeral would be promoted to two official positions.

No one would doubt that Zhao Zhen did not have true feelings for Concubine Zhang.

If it weren't for true love, why would a weak emperor with a kind personality, who had been led by the advice of the emperor all his life, dare to do such arrogant acts?

Without the entertainment, singing and dancing, Bianjing City is prosperous, but it is so dull that the air has become low-pressure.

June 20th was the day of Queen Wencheng's funeral. Zhao Zhen personally changed into mourning clothes and watched Queen Wencheng's hearse drive out of Youye Gate.

Monks, royal family members, Zhongshu Sheng, Privy Council, and other ministers set up sacrifices all the way to Fengxian Yuan.

Then hundreds of officials pay their respects and pay homage...

When Wen Cheng was alive, his food, clothing, and rewards were much better than those in the middle palace. When he died, he was even dressed in a queen's dress and buried as a queen, allowing all the people in the world to mourn for him. Throughout history, it was also a beautiful sight.

No two.

Xin Yi didn't know how Empress Cao was feeling at the moment, but secretly felt that as a woman, Zhang Xue was enviable.

"It's a pity that I'm not lucky enough."

Xin Yi had just returned from watching the ceremony when he heard two girls discussing the matter.

"A person who is not lucky enough to receive blessings will end up with premature aging."

Xin Yi heard it a little funny and called Tao Yu.

"Where did you hear this? Don't talk nonsense outside, as it may cause trouble, do you hear me?"

Taoyu stuck out her tongue, "I heard Mrs. Qian talk nonsense that day. Isn't this in front of a girl? I don't dare to say it outside."

Xin Yi smiled and sat down on the soft chair. Xing Yuan sent Tao Yu out to guard the door, and then carefully took out a box.

"The prince of the county sent someone to send it, and asked the girl to burn it after reading it."

When Xin Yi saw the various envelopes and stationery, he knew it was a letter from "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" taken out from the Buddhist niche in Daxiangguo Temple...

That Zen monastery was secretly controlled by the Imperial City Department, and the novice monks who swept the floor were all Chazi, but no one outside knew it, and the big banyan tree was soon turned into a "tree hole". The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, disharmony between husband and wife, and conflicts between neighbors...

They all came to Jianghu Baixiaosheng.

Xin Yi found it boring at first, but soon, she was surprised to find that the people and events he asked for advice were all related tasks and plots in "Bianjing Fu".

Bianjing Fu involves various industries in Bianjing, and the characters and task lines are very complicated and all-encompassing. However, this "Jade Agent Bai Xiaosheng" was originally just a name she named after a character written by Gu Long on a whim to paralyze the enemy. In the original plot

It doesn't exist at all.

Unexpectedly, since she adopted this name and opened this event line, it seemed to be quickly integrated into the original plot.

In other words, not only did she fail to destroy the original plot development, but she allowed the "Bai Xiaosheng" line to be embedded in the overall plot and start its own development.

Is the system mother machine itself a super artificial intelligence with the ability to perform automatic calculations, or is it like Fu Jiuqu said... above the civilization she called, there is a more advanced civilization, and there is another hand of divine light.

Control all this?

When Xin Yi began to suspect that not only Fu Jiuqu was a paper man, but that she and the world she originally lived in were also illusory existences, her whole life became bad.

It’s not impossible to have a play within a play, a play within a play, right?

Xin Yi looked through the letters with a blank look on his face. According to the plot he was familiar with, as a "super spy", he picked out a few typical replies using "precognition" and handed them back to Xing Yuan, asking her to press

The address on the letter will be sent from different couriers.

Finally, she spread one of the letters on the table.

The letter read, "The little girl knows that she has little merit, and she is asking for Mr. Bai's advice on how to eliminate her karma and successfully give birth to a healthy Lin'er? Instead of giving birth to a girl who loses money..."

Xingyuan watched from the side, "This man really regards Bai Xiaosheng as a Bodhisattva. He has received all kinds of letters asking for a child. In my opinion, the girl should not pay attention to her..."

Xin Yi's eyebrows moved and he smiled lightly.

"How can you ignore someone who is so sincere?"

Judging from the fact that all the people who wrote the letter were related to Bianjing Fu, this letter was the same. Although it was not signed, the more Xin Yi read it, the more mysterious it became.

She carefully checked the address of the reply letter. It was a military patrol shop in Chunxu Lane...

The military patrol is a grassroots fire-fighting team, which is equivalent to a modern fire brigade. In Bianjing City, there is a fire-proof building on a high place, and there is a military patrol every two or three hundred steps, which is a new force for extinguishing fires and preventing them from burning.

Xin Yi handed the letter to Xing Yuan.

"Let the prince find a way to get me a child-giving Guanyin and send it to the medicine shop. It must be kept secret and not known to outsiders."

Xingyuan didn't know what she was going to do, so she nodded in agreement, then called Taoyu to look at the girl, and left the post house secretly.

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Xin Yi went through the plot in his mind, then lay lazily on the soft chair by the window, waiting for Gao Minglou to come back.

The footsteps sounded as expected, bringing out a cold breath.

Xin Yi remained motionless until Gao Minglou spoke.

"What is the girl doing?"

"Back to you, young master. The girl is a little tired after watching the ceremony. She is resting inside." Lu'e answered cautiously, not daring to look into Gao Minglou's scrutinizing eyes...

She didn't know why recently, but she found herself getting more and more lethargic. Today, Queen Wencheng mourned. She was originally going to go with Ayima, but unexpectedly she overslept.

When she woke up, Ayima had already returned from the ceremony.

She became increasingly unable to control Aima's whereabouts, but Lue was afraid of Gaominglou and did not dare to say a word, but silently retreated to one side.

"Is my brother back?"

Xin Yi's voice sounded at the right time, crisp and lazy, as if she had just woken up from a dream.

As soon as she finished her voice, she saw Gao Minglou lifting the curtain and entering. His white robe trimmed with silver was stained with water. The corners of his lips were a little blue and his face was filled with coldness.

As she approached, Xin Yi faintly smelled the smell of blood and a faint smell of medicine.

Gao Minglou sat down on a chair three feet away and rested his hands lazily.

"I heard from Lu'e that you were resting, so I didn't want to disturb you. Why, you didn't sleep last night, okay?"

She yawned and shook her head, "Empress Wen Cheng's funeral was very boring. There were sounds of fake crying all around. I will come back when the coffin passes the right door."

She laughed again: "Fortunately I am blind and no one said anything."

Gao Minglou frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but held back.

"Then you take a nap for a while, and I'll go back to the room first."

Xin Yi saw that he wanted to leave quickly and called him with a smile.

"Brother, don't worry, I have something else to tell you..."

Gao Minglou sat back patiently and said, "Say."

Xin Yi said shyly: "I don't understand the etiquette of the Song Dynasty. I wonder how many days will it take for the common people to stop obeying after Empress Wen Cheng's burial? How long will it take for all the ministers to surrender?"

Gao Minglou's bruises seemed to be more obvious now, and his face was uglier than before.

"Ayima can't wait to marry the Prince of Guangling County?"

"Yeah, that's not the case either..." Xin Yi lowered his head and poked it here and there with two fingers, deliberately showing an anxious look.

"I heard that the boudoir in the capital has a lot of admiration for the prince. I'm afraid, I'm afraid that the delay will be too long and it will affect the marriage between the two countries."

Gao Minglou sneered.

"You are very sensible."

"Yeah, it's not all about Dali..." Xin Yi pretended and smiled slightly, "Didn't my brother always have the intention to let me get close to the Prince of Guangling County? When we first came to Bianjing, my brother liked me because I looked like him.

Miss Zhang, didn’t you want me to attract the attention of Prince Guangling on purpose? I thought this was all my brother’s intention..."

"Stop talking." Gao Minglou interrupted her impatiently, with a thick black cloud in his eyes, "I changed my mind."


Chapter completed!