There are many carriages leaving the mansion. Once they pass by, others will definitely avoid it. Gu Zhizhuo finds it troublesome and asks Chongjiu not to leave first.
She put down the curtains of the carriage to isolate the noise outside.
Xie Yingchen looked at the imperial edict, his heartbeat slightly faster.
At the beginning, he also complained that the emperor’s grandfather did not trust his father and forced his parents to death.
Later, the emperor’s grandfather also died, and died in grief because of his parents’ death.
The resentment in Xie Yingchen’s heart also turned into suspicion at that time. It was not his intention to doubt whether the emperor and grandfather had other difficulties.
“The emperor’s grandfather appointed Prince Rong ascended the throne at that time, and had a lasting edict and a verbal statement, and everything was justified.”
Prince Rong was the successor king.
And he became an embarrassing existence.
“The country did not establish a young lord. I was not yet crowned at that time. My father was the deposed prince. It was not enough to calm the people’s hearts. Among the emperor’s uncles, only Prince Rong is the most suitable.”
Xie Yingchen couldn’t help but exert a little force, and a shallow crease appeared on the imperial edict.
Until the Changfeng incident failed, Xie Yingchen realized the truth.
Since the emperor’s grandfather had no choice, he would definitely leave a way out for himself to save his life after he woke up.
King Jin was cautious. He could even hide the cut-off ink for so many years. If the emperor’s grandfather really had another will, he would definitely be in the hands of King Jin.
“Young Master.” Gu Zhizhuo moved a seat and sat beside him, with his eyebrows raised, “Look at it.”
The light voice blew away the depression in his heart, Xie Yingchen responded, “Okay”, and the warmth in his eyes almost overflowed. He slowly unfolded the imperial edict, held both ends with his hands, and placed the imperial edict on his knees so that Gu Zhizhuo could also watch it together.
His eyes swept over the first line. The imperial edict was written by the late emperor. When he wrote this imperial edict, he was already at the end of his strength. His writing was weak, and there was also some blood on the front of the imperial edict. It was almost imagined that he was coughing up blood and even vomiting blood while writing it. He finished the imperial edict with great difficulty.
Xie Yingchen felt relieved.
“Grandfather…”
He closed his eyes, then rolled up the imperial edict, looking at the blood on the imperial edict, his thoughts were the same as Gu Zhizhuo – he couldn’t hide it.
With King Jin’s caution, once he learned that Xie Jing had been to Zhuangzi, he would definitely go back.
Even if the finishing is clean, he will definitely find such an important thing if it disappears.
Xie Yingchen’s thumb slowly rubbed the dragon pattern on the surface of the imperial edict, thinking.
“Young Master.” Gu Zhizhuo grabbed his sleeve and said with bright phoenix eyes, “Tell me again.”Say, is the King of Jin still alive? ”
“Living. “
Xie Yingchen focused on thinking about how to deal with the last order, and the remaining nine points were all on her. He heard her ask, “The doctor invited by the King of Jin was quite capable, and his blood stopped. “
“Most of Xie Qiyun’s flesh and blood melted, and when he was buried, he had become half a skeleton. “
Xie Yingchen understood her knot and told her carefully about Xie Qiyun’s miserable appearance. He heard Gu Zhizhuo’s eyebrows were dancing and said happily: “I deserve it.” “It’s a pity that I didn’t see it with my own eyes. “If you don’t look, your eyes are dirty, and you’re so ugly. “
Gu Zhizhuo leaned on his shoulder and smiled: “Master is right. The way of heaven is fair. No one can escape the retribution. “
She looked up at him: “Young Master.” You say, how many ambitions does the King of Jin have today?”
She got close to him, so close that he could clearly see the tiny fluff on her cheeks.
The two of them blended together, and their thoughts were connected.
Xie Yingchen put down the imperial edict: “Chongjiu, go inside and call the King of Jin out. “
Chongjiu Ying was ordered.
The carriage was arranged by Gu Zhizhuo himself. She familiarly opened a small cabinet with a small red mud stove inside and a small pot of porridge simmering on it.
Xie Yingchen had a weak spleen and stomach. Gu Zhizhuo specifically told him that the carriage would be simmered. She specially prepared a medicine bag and porridge to cook it together, just like today when there was no time to eat.
I waited for several hours and didn’t start the meal. Good people would feel hungry and stomach ache, let alone a young master. The work of the King of Jin’s mansion was really unauthorized.
Gu Zhizhuo served him a bowl: “Young Master, eat it quickly. “
She divided two more bowls and gave them to Chongjiu and Qingmei outside. The last bowl was her own, and the small casserole was empty.
The porridge was simmered for a morning, and after the warmth, the slightly tight stomach suddenly felt much more comfortable.
Xie Yingchen praised: “It’s delicious. “
“It’s not what I simmered. “
“It was you who served it. “
Gu Zhizhuo smiled and said happily: “Next time, let them simmer red date porridge, which is also delicious. ”
Xie Yingchen put down the bowl and took a golden candied date to feed her.
The candied date was pressed against his lips, and Gu Zhizhuo opened his mouth to bite it, and the sweetness of the fragrance of flowers spread between his lips and teeth.
“Sweet. “
Xie Yingchen stroked the slightest frosting left on the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and a kiss fell on her lips, as if he was caressed by feathers, and it was about to leave at once, as if it was still sweet with the sweetness of a candied date.
“Well, it’s sweet. “His eyes seemed to have honey, with a bit of bewitching, “very sweet.” ”
I want to have another bite of sweetness.
Gu Zhizhuo picked up the candied dates for him, but he still held them in his mouth and didn’t swallow them. Chongjiu came with King Jin.
King Jin’s face was pale, his palms were tied with white cotton, his legs were weak and weak, and when he walked, he seemed to be floating on the water.
“Young Master. King Jin is here.”
Chongjiu finished reporting, after a while, he lifted the curtain of the car and made an invitation.
“Prince, please.”