Chapter 263: Will (Part 1)
Pei Jia's face changed: "Don't worry, don't worry!"
He said as he helped her sit down again.
The maids also hurriedly brought water and patted the children's backs.
Cheng Nianying took a deep breath and met the tense and concerned gazes from all sides, but her expression was much calmer than theirs.
"So the whole country will be in mourning, right?" Cheng Nianying raised her head and asked.
It was Pei Yi who responded: "Yes."
Cheng Nianying frowned: "Then don't you still want to ban meat and fish?"
Pei Jia was stunned for a moment, then replied blankly, "Yes, yes."
But is this the most important thing?
"Alcohol and entertainment must be banned. I guess you can't go out in the streets as you please, and you can't laugh and joke in front of people."
Upon hearing this, Pei Jia's face fell: "Yes!"
This is indeed a serious matter! My sister just came back from Imperial Capital and hasn’t had a good time with them yet, but now she has to endure this hardship again.
Pei Yi listened to their conversation: "…………"
But it's a good thing.
She didn't look worried.
"Okay, don't say anything that will cause trouble." Pei Yi glanced at Pei Jia.
Pei Jia closed his mouth, thinking that he had only said "yes" twice and hadn't had time to say anything else.
After the news of the emperor's death spread, everyone in the Pei Mansion prepared mourning clothes as quickly as possible.
According to the current system, officials and people must mourn for the emperor for one month.
"Then we'll have to wait." Cheng Nianying bent down and held the cat in her arms.
Mother Zou hurried to answer the phone: "How dare I tire the girl?"
Cheng Nianying tilted her head and looked at the sweat on her forehead: "You are more tired than me."
Mother Zou said embarrassedly: "Yes, yes, the girl is stronger than me."
As they were talking, the maid from Chu Lin's courtyard came over to invite Cheng Nianying to have dinner.
Cheng Nianying raised her eyes, her voice rarely sounding lazy: "I don't have much appetite."
Mother Zou followed up, "It's all because of the simple meals we eat all day long..." Mother Zou realized she had said something wrong halfway through and quickly covered her mouth again.
Seeing this, Cheng Nianying thought it was okay, and the old emperor was powerless to hold Mother Zou accountable for her inappropriate remarks.
He was so weak that even if he became a ghost after death he would be very powerless.
But I didn’t expect that even after the emperor died, people would not be able to have a good meal.
Cheng Nianying frowned, not showing any sadness for the death of her "imperial grandfather".
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"Master! Letter! Letter!" When Wu Xun rushed into the room, he was so excited that only single words came out of his mouth.
Although he kept thinking in his heart that his master was not the kind of person who cared only about love, when there really was a letter from the Hanging Temple, he snatched it from the messenger's arms.
Fu Yi was sitting in the room, talking to someone.
Hearing Wu Xun's voice from afar, he suddenly stood up.
"Prince?" The person opposite looked slightly surprised.
Fu Yi said amiably, "It is inconvenient to entertain the Privy Councilor today."
"It's okay." The person opposite stood up and took a curious look at the thing in Wu Xun's hand when he walked out.
Could that thin piece of paper be more attractive than the current situation in Imperial Capital?
The Privy Councilor smiled secretly again. It was good that Prince Danshuo was so calm. It made the people standing with him feel relaxed and at ease as well, as if they were in control of the situation.
"I'll deliver it to the Privy Councilor." Fu Yi took a step forward and raised his hand to take the letter.
The Privy Councilor said sympathetically, "No need, no need. Why should we be so polite?"
Fu Yi nodded and opened the letter.
When the Privy Councilor left the courtyard, Wu Xun couldn't wait to ask, "Is this from Miss Xiaohe? What does it say?"
Wu Xun didn't know why Miss Xiaohe had returned to Heqing when she was fine. But he knew in his heart that during the two days when the prince was imprisoned, Miss Xiaohe was truly worried about him.
Even if he wanted to get something out of Mu He, he would come and explain it to him.
In his mind, this person was naturally considered one of his own! The very best of his own!
Fu Yi scanned the letter in one glance: "..."
"Master?" Wu Xun carefully glanced at Fu Yi's face, thinking to himself, it can't be a letter like "I will marry someone else and break up with you", right?
Fu Yi grabbed it with one hand: "What did he write? He just asked me if the relic can be returned to the Hanging Temple."
There is nothing else.
It's quite similar to the feeling of an old farmer who finally dug up a box of treasure, only to open it and find that all that was left inside was a bowl used by the previous emperor to eat.
Wu Xun murmured, "Do you have to write a letter for such a trivial matter?"
Fu Yi's mood suddenly improved. He spread out the letter again and said softly, "Yes, you have to write a letter for such a small matter. Isn't it more precious to write a letter for such a small matter?"
Wu Xun stuttered, "Is that so?"
Fu Yi turned his head: "No?"
Wu Xun: "Yes, right."
Fu Yi folded the letter again and calmed down: "Writing to me is also a very important signal."
Wu Xun felt itchy, as if a small letter had been elevated to the level of a menial task, and he had to judge the feelings in it word by word?
Fortunately, Fu Yi was busy and soon put the letter away and continued with his work.
It was on this day that the new imperial edict reached Heqing.
Pei Jia excitedly came to Cheng Nianying and said, "It turns out that the emperor left a will before his death. The emperor is merciful and ordered that common people do not have to wear mourning clothes. Officials can release their mourning clothes in 20 days, and their families can release their mourning clothes in 3 days. The people are also forbidden to stop production and not disturb the people."
"That is to say, we no longer have to wear linen clothes or eat simple meals!"
Where did the emperor get the will?
If there is a will... "Does it mention which prince will succeed to the throne?" Cheng Nianying asked.
Pei Jia shook his head: "I've never heard of it."
Then this will is not authentic.
But it doesn’t matter whether it’s true or not.
If it conforms to the will of the people, then it is true.
If the world believes it to be true, then wouldn't it be natural that the second will that suddenly appeared would also be true?
No one would doubt that the emperor did not leave any will.
Cheng Nianying was still thinking, with no awareness that she was getting closer to Fu Yi.
"Let's go have dinner." Pei Jia called her.
Cheng Nianying nodded.
Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Even the common people were discussing why the new emperor had not yet ascended the throne. I heard that the princes in the imperial capital were fighting for the throne by any means necessary, and each of them was incompetent.
There is also discussion about whether a few old ministers in the court are assisting in affairs and are unwilling to delegate power?
Before the emperor's death, the Wenxiang Kingdom had requested to come to the capital to pay tribute, but the emperor refused. Now that the emperor has passed away and a new ruler has not yet been appointed, will this arouse the evil intentions of other tribes?
In short, it’s urgent! It’s urgent!
The discussion also spread to the court and was read out to all officials by the eunuchs in court.
The corners of the mouths of several old ministers twitched.
Fu Yi's previous giving up of power was fake, and the real thing was to let them bear the blame, right?
During this process of power transfer, King Liang could no longer hold back.
"This prince misses Xiao He very much. How long do I have to wait?"
Fu Yi said, "It's almost there."
King Liang wanted to scold him, but what you said sounded like a lie.
But Fu Yi was seen squatting in the corner, digging the soil seriously, and he seemed to be really crazy.
He swallowed his curse words and asked, "What are you doing? You still have the leisure to dig the soil here? Why? Do you want to dig some soil to take to Xiaohe? You are really stingy. It's better than me who gave Xiaohe a golden headdress first..."
Fu Yi stood up, and not only his hands but even the hem of his clothes were covered in dirt, but he seemed to have been temporarily cured of his cleansing disorder and didn't care at all.
He only said, "Two days ago, my men found a letter that Xiao He had secretly slipped in here."
"Steal it?"
"Well, she left it there before she left Beijing. I'm trying to find out if there's a second one."
He hasn't received any news for a long time.
It would have been fine if there wasn't one at the beginning, but since there was one, and then I accidentally discovered a second one, it really made me anxious.
"Avoid all difficulties and be like the eyeball."
Now these words also hit Fu Yi himself.
"Oh, a letter..." Prince Liang's eyes lit up slightly, "Then I wonder if Xiao He will also come to my palace before leaving Beijing..."
He was immediately anxious to go back and dig the soil.
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