Many people were waiting for Shen Zhiyi's next words, but there was no response from the other party.
Instead, he looked at the old emperor with eager eyes.
【Hurry up, hurry up! 】
【You have to eat melons while they are still hot! 】
What melon?
They all know what it is.
As they thought about this, many people couldn't help but turn their heads and look at the Yuwenlang of the Ministry of Works and his half brother.
Gongbu Yuanwailang: I never thought that one day I would become the source of Shen Zhiyi's entertainment.
Village chief: These officials look weird.
The scene then shifts to the residence of the chief priest.
Surprisingly, there were quite a few people who came besides them.
The old emperor just grabbed someone at random.
"Who is it?" The captured person turned around and saw the old emperor's face. His arrogant expression suddenly changed 180 degrees.
"Your Majesty, the priest has called you here as well."
[Oh, this official will start thinking about how to curry favor with the priest in the future. After all, to him, the one who died was just the wife of the priest, but he was able to call the old emperor. ]
The old emperor turned around and glanced at Shen Zhiyi curiously.
In her opinion, he didn't know that the chief priest had done anything wrong, but why did Shen Zhiyi look as if he thought that the chief priest would be doomed today?
Although this person did finish today.
The old emperor did not respond to the official, but walked straight in.
The officials who were preparing to mourn inside knelt down in an instant when they saw the old emperor.
Village Chief: ???
Holy, Your Majesty?
Oh my goodness!
The village chief quickly knelt down and felt a chill all over his back.
He thought carefully about whether he had said anything wrong.
In the end, he hated himself for not showing more pity and bringing some benefits to his village.
"Your Majesty? Why are you here?"
The chief priest, who was pretending to cry in front, heard the old emperor's movement and came over with tears and snot.
The old emperor took a step back without leaving a trace.
"Your Majesty, my heart is broken at this moment."
[Oh, you still cry like a normal person. ]
The chief priest choked up.
There were officials who did not go to Gunbang Village, for example, Xu Xiuzhuan, the top scholar in the Imperial College, who admired him very much.
"The friendship between the chief priest and his wife is comparable to that between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl."
[Well, the Cowherd is actually a pervert, stealing the clothes of the Weaver Girl, that's really comparable. ]
"It's a sentiment that moves heaven and earth."
"Yes, yes, it is so touching." Many people echoed.
The chief priest pretended to wipe away his tears, his lips trembled, and he stammered for a moment, but finally he couldn't help but throw himself on his wife's coffin, crying out of breath.
"I said I would die before you, why did you leave?"
[It's okay. You can just bang your head against the coffin board right now. It won't delay anything. I guarantee you'll die before your wife.]
"Father, why are you..."
[Just put my mother in a coffin. ]
Shen Zhiyi thoughtfully added to what the Ministry of Works Yuanwailang said.
The chief academician of the Imperial College, who was immersed in his own character, only then noticed his son.
"You little brat, why are you now..."
The chief priest could not continue speaking. He looked in shock at the village chief who was wearing coarse linen clothes.
【Hahaha, surprised or not. 】
[You damn scumbag, see, these two people standing in front of you are your sons! ]
Officials who did not follow to Gunbang Village: !!!
What is that, what did Shen Zhiyi say just now.
The chief academician of the Imperial College only has one son, so how come he has two? And one of them is obviously a peasant.
The chief academic officer of the Imperial College took a deep breath.
Damn it, who on earth called this living devil, Shen Zhiyi?
He had deliberately avoided a time when Shen Zhiyi was not in Dajing to let his wife die.
The chief priest's face suddenly turned ugly.
The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.
The chief priest swallowed his saliva, pointed at the coffin and said, "Hurry up and burn three incense sticks for your mother."
The deputy minister of the Ministry of Works looked even uglier than the chief academician.
"Father, when did mother leave?"
"Yesterday, last night."
[Bah! He was put into the coffin right after he died.]
"Fuck, this is a human!"
The official who couldn't hold back was immediately covered over the mouth by the official next to him and hid behind the crowd.
Those who were farther away from Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but whisper to the official next to him.
"This kind of unethical operation is not allowed, right?"
"Did Shen Lang make a mistake?"
“Did Shen Lang miss it?”
Everyone fell into silence.
Ever since he could hear Shen Zhiyi's inner voice, the other party has never made a mistake.
But this time it’s the libation ceremony.
The big guys still can't accept it.
“Father, you!”
The chief priest rubbed his brows with a headache. If he had known that Shen Zhiyi would come, he would have packed the coffin tomorrow.
[This priest is really cool, and his efficiency is quite good. He has already let the Internet soldiers he paid for spread his sarcastic articles throughout the capital.]
[In just one afternoon, all the scholars and students in the capital now know that Jijiu is a man who is deeply in love with his wife.]
[This old man really knows how to pick the time. He picked the time when many students from all over the world who came to Beijing to take the imperial examinations gathered in the capital. After the examination, the candidates who returned to their families would spread the news of the story of Jijiu all over the country. Wow, his calculations were really noisy. I could hear them from behind the old emperor.]
The old emperor gestured to Chen Decai next to him.
Soon, Chen Decai came over with a piece of paper covered with some sour poems, all of which were written by the emperor to express his affection for his wife.
The old emperor sneered in his heart.
It really looks like that.
He asked Chen Decai to distribute these poems and songs to all the court officials present.
The official from the Ministry of Works who followed the old emperor to Gunbang Village was so angry that he simply pointed at the nose of the chief priest and cursed him.
"hypocrite!"
The chief academic officer of the Imperial College did not know what had happened in Gunbang Village, and he confidently retorted to the officials who had scolded him.
"What's wrong with me expressing my longing for my wife?"
"You're already missing him right after he died? If not a hypocrite, then what is that?"
The official from the Ministry of Works was furious.
The chief academic officer of the Imperial College said that a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.
"As the saying goes, a day without seeing you feels like a long time away. What's more, my wife passed away. Why do I have to be criticized by you, a blockhead, for expressing my longing for her? What's your intention?"
“You! You!”
[This person from the Ministry of Industry is really stupid. You shouldn't question how he could write so many poems and songs right after his wife died.]
[But isn't it a bit too early for the Imperial College's chief academician to be so proud? Why don't you look back at the coffin behind you?]
coffin?
Everyone turned around and looked at the coffin.
At this moment, a pale hand stretched out.
“Ahhhhhhh, the corpse is faking its death!”
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