Chapter 241 Comfort
Feng Qingsui wanted to blurt out "I don't believe it" for a moment, but when he glanced at Ji Changqing and saw that he was pursing his lips and his jaw was tense, he changed his tone and said, "Mom, I believe him."
Qi's expression eased slightly.
"In that case, let's just assume he's Changfeng, but—"
She turned to Ji Changqing.
"Whenever I'm called 'Changfeng' I think of your brother. Find an opportunity in the future and change your name back."
Feng Qingsui: (′_)
How to change?
Let Ji Changqing die again?
Wouldn't she be a widow again?
Ji Changqing nodded and said, "Okay, I'll change back to my own name when the situation stabilizes."
Feng Qingsui: “???”
Can you change your name whenever you want?
After Qi left, she asked Ji Changqing, "How do you plan to change your name back?"
Ji Changqing said calmly, "Isn't it common for twins to get their identities mixed up when they're born because they can't tell each other apart? Just like us brothers, we were mixed up when we were young, and now we've been found by chance and are back in our proper places."
Anyway, he is in a high position and has great power, so even if someone becomes suspicious, no one dares to say anything.
Feng Qingsui: “…”
"Next year during the Qingming Festival, remember to burn more paper money for your brother."
A faint smile appeared on Ji Changqing's lips: "Okay."
He immediately took her to see Zhao Bixiang.
Zhao Bixiang is still in a coma.
Feng Qingsui examined him carefully and confirmed that it was the real person. He then took out the medical kit and gave Zhao Bixiang an acupuncture.
Ji Changqing was surprised: "Why did you save him?"
"It would be too easy for him to die like this."
Feng Qingsui replied.
Ji Changqing: “…”
After waking up from the chaos, Zhao Bixiang was surprised to find that he had regained consciousness below his neck.
Before he could be happy, he was lifted up by his waist belt.
"Brother, please burn this first. This person is infected with the plague."
A familiar voice sounded.
He wanted to turn his head to see the other person clearly, but when he moved his neck it felt like thousands of needles were piercing his bone marrow, causing him to tremble with pain.
We can only give up for now.
"Epidemic? Throw it in quickly."
A rough voice responded.
With a "bang", he was thrown into a place as hot as a furnace.
The smell of blood filled my nose.
Dozens of faces with their eyes open in death came into his sight.
This is……
There was a "creak" sound behind me, and the light suddenly disappeared.
The surrounding temperature soared rapidly.
He suddenly realized where he was.
Brick kiln.
Next to him were the corpses of the refugees he had brought from the northwest to attack the capital.
Ji Changqing actually wanted to burn him alive!
--Help.
He tried to shout.
His throat felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles. Every time he opened his mouth, he was in so much pain that he trembled with pain and could not utter a single sound.
When I wanted to move my hands and feet, they felt as soft and weak as tofu.
He couldn't even raise his hands.
Not to mention crawling out of the pile of corpses and reaching out to hit the wall.
He could only feel the intense pain spreading from his skin to his flesh, then from his flesh to his internal organs, and his throat suffocating him little by little.
The pain was magnified infinitely.
Every breath feels like a sixty years.
Finally, the soul seemed to be burned and completely extinguished.
Feng Qingsui watched Wuhua throw Zhao Bixiang into the brick kiln and close the kiln door.
He watched the firewood burning fiercely, the blue smoke rising up, turning everything in the kiln into ashes, and then left with Wuhua.
Did not return home immediately.
Instead, he went to the hill where the Jiang family cemetery was located.
After removing the weeds from the Jiang family's grave and clearing the silt from the drainage ditch, she placed offerings, lit incense, and knelt three times and kowtowed nine times.
"Aunt, sister, brother-in-law, Xiaoyu, I'm sorry I was in Hezhou earlier and missed your anniversary celebration."
"I have avenged all your vengeance."
"You... can rest in peace now."
She raised her hand and stroked the words "Feng Xi" on the tombstone with her fingertips, her voice barely audible.
"Sister, I miss you so much."
As she left, she looked back.
The ashes of the burning paper money were blown up by the wind, gathering and dispersing, as if saying goodbye to her.
"I will take your share and live well."
She muttered to herself.
He immediately turned around and walked forward firmly, one step at a time.
The sound of bells echoed in the mountains one after another.
——When the emperor passes away, every temple must ring the bell 30,000 times.
Princes, nobles, civil and military officials, and ladies of honor would come to the palace to mourn every day.
The so-called crying refers to kneeling, mourning and wailing according to the requirements of etiquette.
The wailing only needs to be three symbolic cries of grief.
No real crying required.
But there were also those who cried with genuine emotion.
For example, He Qianqian.
Yesterday she was the prince's fiancée, but today she has become a widow.
The gap is so huge, how can I not be sad?
What was even more sad was that the eldest brother of the person whom he had once severely slapped in the face actually became the regent.
How embarrassing for her?
“Woo…”
She couldn't stop crying.
The ceremonial officer beside her had to remind her: "Miss He, you should move on."
The next group of people crying are still waiting!
Lady Changning quickly pulled her daughter aside.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
She scolded in a low voice.
"It won't do you any good to be in the spotlight right now."
He Qianqian leaned against her shoulder and sobbed, "Mom, what should I do in the future?"
The Lady of the Marquis of Changning glanced at Feng Qingsui in the distance and whispered, "You are a very fortunate person. What are you worried about? If you can't become the prince's consort, don't you still have the regent princess?"
He Qianqian was stunned.
"But...didn't he get married?"
The wife of the Earl of Changning sneered.
"A wife who marries into the family with a spirit tablet is not considered a wife. How can a mere orphan girl be worthy of being the regent princess? Ji Changfeng might not even like her and she just took advantage of him."
He Qianqian's tears froze.
She twisted her handkerchief and frowned, "But Ji Changqing doesn't like me. Ji Changfeng and he were born together, so maybe he will..."
"How do you know if you haven't tried it?"
Lady Changning was comforted.
"The Third Prince, who has seen all the beautiful ladies in the capital, has a special liking for you. How can a rough man like him look away when he sees you?"
He Qianqian thought about it and felt that what her mother said made sense.
"Then..." She bit her lip, "What should I do with my daughter?"
Wiping the tears from her chin, Lady Changning smiled and said, "They say that to look pretty, you have to dress in mourning. You are already delicate, and now in plain clothes, you look even prettier. When you see him later, just look a little more sorrowful, like you did just now."
He Qianqian suddenly felt relieved.
She took her mother's hand and whispered, "Mom, let's go out."
Ji Changfeng was standing outside the hall just now.
Lady Changning understood, and the mother and daughter walked heavily towards the palace door with sorrowful expressions on their faces.
Ji Changqing was discussing the burial of the deceased prince with the Minister of Rites and the Minister of Works.
According to the Daxi ritual system, princes under the age of fifteen were usually not buried according to the specifications of princes, nor did they have separate tombs built for them. Instead, they were buried in the imperial tomb or the concubine's mausoleum.
The two ministers were undecided about whether to bury the emperor in the mausoleum or the concubine's cemetery, so they came to ask Ji Changqing.
Ji Changqing said, "This time, we won't arrange for palace maids to be buried with His Majesty. To prevent His Majesty from feeling lonely, let's bury all the princes in the imperial mausoleum to accompany him."
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