As Yanzhi expected, although Gu Qingchen was not willing to reason with Yanzhi, he still maintained a certain degree of trust in Yanzhi’s suggestions.
Although what happened later was heard from Changle Qiyang, it is said that Gu Mocheng was very satisfied with Gu Qingchen who came to cry and offered a solution. He even offered some options, which caused Gu Lingtian’s subordinates to lose a lot and relieve Gu Qingchen.
Although Gu Qingchen now scoffed at all the hypocritical kindness imposed on Gu Rulin, he had to visit Gu Lezhi in person on one thing, thanking him for his help.
——Although Emperor Qingque had almost no impression of Gu Rulin, he was a son after all. After all, he checked it symbolically, but did not go into it in depth, and even planned to restrain himself. It was just that Gu Lezhi, who was playing chess with Qingque Emperor in the palace, asked Qingque Emperor for a prince-standard funeral. As a result, there was also a posthumous title given by Qingque Emperor like grace.
He was posthumously named King of Lu.
After that, before Gu Rulin’s funeral was ready, the waves caused by Gu Rulin’s death in the palace disappeared silently. In a blink of an eye, whether in Kunning Palace or Shangshu Garden, it seemed that Gu Rulin had never appeared. Only the few strokes of the clan mansion and historians about King Dao of Lu seemed to prove that Gu Rulin had existed.
But since then, the relationship between Gu Qingchen and Yanzhi has never melted again like the thousand-year-old ice.
Soon, even the palace servant who was whispering no longer talked about the relationship between Zhiyang Palace and Gu Rulin, and the palace was soon suppressed by the rumors of another thing.
The death day of the prince of Zhenbei is approaching, and his grandson Shangguan Luo submitted a letter of invitation to go to Beijing to pay his respects.
Although it was not a vassal king who came to the capital, no one knows now that the King of Zhenbei was addicted to Taoism late and the fiefdom affairs were fully handed over to the jurisdiction of the grandson. The release of Shangguan Luo into the capital was almost no different from the release of the vassal king into the capital. It was just that it was possible to pass the ancestral system.
Besides, the prince of Zhenbei
I died in Jinling in unknown ways. These years have passed. Now I suddenly want to enter Beijing. No matter how you look at it, the people come, and if you accidentally lose a grandson in Jinling, then Zhenbei will rebel even if you don’t.
Therefore, there was just a rumor in the court, and these days it was quarrels about this matter. Some agreed and some opposed it, especially Mei Jiansheng, the Minister of Rites. Now it is even more busy because of this matter, and the whole Ministry of Rites is making trouble.
At this moment, no one who was ignorant of esteem went to provoke the Ministry of Rites. Even if it was a matter of discussion, he tried to avoid some obvious traps and prevent Mei Jiansheng from falling into self-defense. After all, although Xi Wukuang, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, did not speak much, he stared at the person who provoked Mei Jiansheng all day long, with his eyes fierce and tight. No one wanted to be bitten a piece of meat at this time, because Mei Jiansheng was busy returning home.He is busy, but he is rare to have no intention of being involved in the center of the vortex.
The situation in the court was chaotic, and the Imperial College and the Imperial College were even more uneasy. I heard that in just a few days, the Imperial College had been in trouble for three or four times. At this time, Emperor Qingque was in a state of great difficulty. How could he remember the death of a son who was not very close to him? So even the Imperial College, who thought he was going to suffer, was only slightly scolded. The Neiyi, who worked in the Imperial College, seemed to have saved his life. Those who had ways were all thinking of ways to transfer other chores. Although the amount of oil and water was not as high as the Imperial College, it was better to be stable. For a while, the palace was in chaos.
But all these have nothing to do with Zhiyang Palace. Just like Gu Rulin was forgotten by everyone, when the limelight of Zhiyang Palace passed, Zhiyang Palace gradually became silent and was placed in the forgotten corner.
Life should be lived any more. In the Shangshuyuan, there was no turmoil in Zhiyang Palace. The palace people were all sealed, and they all kept silent about the words Gu Rulin and King Dao of Lu.
After Gu Qingchen said that, Yan Zhi always avoided Gu Qingchen and came and went in a hurry.
He was busy and forced to stay in Xiaoxiao Zhiyang Palace. He had never met once in a few days.
Besides, because Gu Qingchen strongly called Zhiyang Palace as a place for Gu Rulin’s funeral, Emperor Qingque had somehow agreed to this request that was not in line with the etiquette system. Zhiyang Palace has been so cold that Yanzhi was so busy that he didn’t touch the ground, and he had no intention of carefully sorting out his mood. Even if he didn’t deliberately avoid Gu Qingchen, the two of them could not touch him.
Both sides of Changle and Qiyang saw the embarrassment, but they could only sigh and help restrain Shui Sheng and Xiao Shunzi, and act as the assistant to the Prince Xiao Mansion. Shui Sheng and Xiao Shunzi are not ignorant people, they just talk about things and do things in public, and only ignore the conflicts between Gu Qingchen and Yanzhi. In this way, both Gu Qingchen and Yanzhi were relieved.
A side hall was opened in Zhiyang Palace to set up a mourning hall. Because it was the prince’s system, everything was handled by Yanzhi himself. Yanzhi also tried his best to keep himself busy, as if immersed in affairs, and he would no longer think of the faces of Gu Rulin and Han Rui when they died.
But no matter how busy it is, there is an end. The mourning hall has been set up and everything is ready. Just wait for another seven days before Gu Rulin can enter the Gu family’s imperial tomb and be buried in peace.
Yanzhi stood in the mourning hall with his head raised, with the brilliance of heaven and earth woven, but the cold wind blew her face, making her feel a little cold all over her.
Gu Rulin had not added a coffin yet, and his face that had been parked in the coffin had been modified, and he looked like he was asleep. There were odor-proof sandalwood around it, surrounding Gu Rulin tightly.
Yanzhi clenched his fists, his nails almost sank into the flesh.
A cold wind blew.
There is one personHe stepped into the mourning hall quietly and saw Yan Zhi’s back, he paused, but slowly moved up.
“You are here.”
Gu Qingchen spoke slowly, with a casual look, as if he had completely regarded Yanzhi as a stranger.
Yan Zhi’s cheeks bulged, turned his head and bowed respectfully to Gu Qingchen, and knelt on the ground
He kowtowed twice: “I have seen Your Highness.”