In front of Zhou Beichen's coffin, Noble Consort Li, Consort Xian, Consort Shu, and Consort Ying were guarding inside, while some concubines of lower rank were kneeling outside.
Among all the princes and princesses, the ones crying the loudest were the two sons of Imperial Noble Consort Li. “Wow wow wow, father…father, please rest in peace. I can only see you in my next life. Woo woo woo…I miss you so much…”
The virtuous concubine watched secretly from the side, then turned around to look at her two honest and silly daughters who didn't shed a single tear. She felt a little embarrassed to save face.
She sneaked up to her two daughters and spoke in a voice that only the three of them could hear.
"Nuo'er, Yan'er, what's wrong with you two? Look, your two brothers are crying so sadly after our father passed away. Why aren't you two crying?"
The virtuous concubine's voice was a little stern, and the two little people said in unison.
"Mother, I can't cry. Father simply..."
Seeing that the two little kids were about to blurt out the truth, Concubine Xian felt a pang in her heart and quickly reached out to cover her two daughters' mouths. She looked around and found that they were crying by themselves and didn't even look at her. Only then did she feel relieved.
The virtuous concubine couldn't help but reach out and tap her two daughters' foreheads hard, saying angrily.
"You two, what did your mother tell you when you just came out? Your father is gone. You should cry, wail until the sky breaks."
Zhou Zhaonuo widened his big round eyes and asked, still confused.
"Mother, but I can't cry. What can I do?"
Zhou Zhaoyan, who was standing next to her, rubbed her eyes and looked at her with a bitter look of doubt after hearing what her sister said.
"Mother, I can't cry either. There are no tears here. Look, they are dry."
As he said this, he opened his eyes and showed them to Concubine Xian.
Concubine Xian: “…”
Her mind went blank. She put her hand on her forehead and didn't know what to say. In Shen Nian'an's words, she was completely overwhelmed. Why was her sister's daughter so smart, clever and cute, while her daughter was so stupid? Oh, no, she was so simple.
The virtuous concubine shook her head. There was really nothing she could do. She was afraid that the imperial concubine Li would join forces with the court officials to accuse her two daughters of being unfilial. The virtuous concubine knelt on the ground, crying and wiping her tears. When no one was paying attention, she found the inside of Zhou Zhaonuo's thigh, pinched it, and twisted it. Suddenly, her daughter burst into tears. The virtuous concubine raised her eyebrows. She felt so relieved.
Zhou Zhaoyan, who was standing next to her, looked at her sister crying sadly, feeling confused and even grinning.
Concubine Xian: “…”
These two troublesome girls, tomorrow you don’t give in to me and I don’t give in to you, which is fine, but at this time, you are still gloating and doing the same thing. Then, after hearing the little daughter’s miserable cry, the virtuous concubine felt that all her meridians were unblocked.
Noble Consort Li was crying the most miserably in the front, "Your Majesty, it's all my fault. When you wanted to take Noble Consort Hui, Princess Chang'an, and Prince Yan on a secret visit, I should have stopped you, but I didn't. I thought, with so much going on in the court, it would be good for you to go out and relax. I didn't expect it to turn out like this now, wuwuwu..."
The two sons of Imperial Noble Consort Li couldn't help crying when they saw how sad their mother was crying. They cried out, "Father...Father, rest in peace."
The crying made the ministers outside listen carefully, especially some of them, who were more convinced that Imperial Noble Consort Li was a good person and was truly sad. The two princes were even more convinced.
When the emperor passed away, the whole country mourned. Not only the imperial palace, but even the homes of ministers and common people hung white silk. At this time, the culprit Zhou Beichen was leaning on the soft couch in the secret compartment of Yuqing Palace, reading a military book leisurely. Zhou Beichen knew from a young age that worrying and being anxious was useless. Instead of doing this, it would be better not to waste time and use this time to do something else.
He raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Nian'an embroidering clothes next to him. There was a faint dragon pattern embroidered on the clothes. She was so serious about it, it seemed that it was made for him. Zhou Beichen couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth.
Looking forward again, Zhou Zhaonuan was studying his homework seriously. Zhou Beichen was quite relieved. Thinking of his son who was far away, Zhou Beichen said that he was not worried, but that was fake. Although he had sent people to tell Zhou Zeyun as soon as possible that he was faking his death, he could not let it go. Now, he just wanted to solve this matter quickly and solve the flood problem completely. He didn't think so before, but now Zhou Beichen thinks that it is better to drain than to block. Just like the Grand Canal, it is really good.
In fact, Zhou Zeyun did what he hadn't said out loud. When he arrived at a place where the flood was particularly severe, Zhou Zeyun first thought of a way to feed the people, then he drew a rainwater diversion map according to the terrain, and asked people to build several rivers. In this way, the next time it rained heavily, the water would not flow everywhere.
On the way to provide disaster relief, after finishing the most serious task in this area, Zhou Zeyun continued to head south. When he passed through a small town, he saw the white silk hanging in every household. He was confused for a moment.
What happened? His father must not die.
Zhou Zeyun was a little panicked, not knowing what had happened to his parents and sister.
Even so, Zhou Zeyun had no intention of going back without the imperial edict of recall. He hardened his heart, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and continued to head south.
The imperial palace.
After a lot of effort, it finally got to night. There were still people guarding the coffin, but they took turns. It was unbearable for one person to kneel there all the time. Concubine Xian came back from the coffin with a sore back. She hadn't kneeled like this all day long for a long time.
"Your Majesty, everyone is very tired today. Please finish your meal and go to bed early. You will be busy tomorrow."
A palace maid came forward to show concern. Concubine Xian waved her hand tiredly, took the two daughters from the maid's hands, waved her hand, sent all the palace maids away, and went to the secret compartment, holding one daughter in each hand.
The fewer people who know that the emperor is not dead, the better.
The situation inside remained the same. "Your Highness, I pay my respects to you!"
"Your son pays his respects to the Emperor!"
The virtuous concubine, Zhou Zhaonuo and Zhou Zhaoyan were half-kneeling on the ground. Zhou Beichen looked up and glanced at them. He raised his hand and said gently.
"Please get up, Concubine Xian."
Zhou Zhaonuo and Zhou Zhaonuan were like mice seeing a cat every time they looked at Zhou Beichen. At this moment, seeing that Zhou Beichen didn't ask them to get up, the two little babies just stood there stiffly, not daring to move. Zhou Beichen couldn't help but frowned.
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