Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

Although this matter has been largely resolved, Pang Hu is dead, and there is no other clue to what is wrong in the palace. In fact, it can be regarded as a hundred, but the palace lady who witnessed everything was frightened and is still jumping into the well. Suicide made her feel a little uneasy.

She asked: "Where is the body?"

"Already carried it down."

"Are you sure it was jumping into a well and drowning?"

"Yes."

"..."

Nan Yan thought for a while with a sullen face, and only waved his hand: "You go down first. Let them take care of Liu'er's funeral. Give her some money to marry her, don't treat them lightly."

"Yes."

Ting Fu turned around and went out.

Nan Yan was sitting in front of the dressing table, her face reflected in the bronze mirror was still a little gloomy. At this time, Zhu Feng's voice came from inside, and she hurriedly got up and walked in.

The maids came in immediately, served the emperor and got up and dressed.

Although Nan Yan hoped that he could rest for a while, it was already very good for Zhu Feng to leave Yanxi Palace and return here, and she didn't want to ask him too much. Moreover, after a night's rest, his face improved a lot.

The breakfast that the Yushanfang sent him was already normal porridge, and a bowl of tenderly stewed egg custard.

She could tell that Zhu Feng had no appetite.

But he still forced himself to swallow these things bit by bit.

You know, he has always been a person with a good appetite, and he is very generous in eating. He has the feeling of eating large pieces of meat and drinking alcohol. But now, watching him only eat such a little, Nan Yan feels uncomfortable. It has to be like a needle stick.

But can't show it.

He only said softly: "Because of the imperial concubine's funeral ceremony, the imperial dining room is temporarily unable to make meaty dishes. The emperor will have more eggs for these two days. Later, will the concubine let them steam one more?"

Zhu Feng wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and said: "You are the master."

"Yes."

"By the way, I just heard someone come to report, what happened to Jing Yixuan?"

"The palace lady Liuer jumped into the well and died."

"Jump the well?"

"Yes."

Nan Yan told him about what had happened to Fuzhengbao. Zhu Feng frowned when he heard it. After a while, he stretched out again.

After listening to Nan Yan's words, he calmly said, "Never mind if you die."

"..."

"Let the people below take care of her funeral and reward her family with something."

Nanyan Road: "The concubine is arranged like this."

After speaking, she glanced at Zhu Feng again.

In this matter, she felt a little uneasy in her heart, but there was no reason for this uneasiness. After all, the matter was resolved. Liu'er died, but she was not strong in nature—in other words, she was too timid. , To deal with her funeral, in fact, it is all right.

But for some reason, she was a little uneasy.

But Zhu Feng didn't seem to feel anything.

Could it be that I was too worried?

Just when she was thinking about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside. Although familiar, it hasn't been heard for a long time these days.

Both of them looked up subconsciously and saw Xiao Chengjun running in from outside.

"Father! Mother concubine!"

He was lively and active, but he was not tall enough. When he crossed the threshold, he almost got stuck on it. Fortunately, Ruo Shui stood at the door, picked him up and put him in the house.

He leaped forward happily.

Since Zhu Feng woke up, Nan Yan has let the pair of children be taken away, not because they don't want them to see each other, but because they worry that the two children will go crazy in case they touch Zhu Feng's body.

Xinping is already sensible, and when Nan Yan is not in the palace, Concubine Shun and Concubine Yi have always taken their siblings with them, so the relationship is very good. As soon as Concubine Shun’s mourning hall is set up, she has been there. Serve in the banquet hall.

Only Xiao Chengjun didn't quite understand the meaning of life and death.

He even didn't understand what it meant that his father was injured. He just had trouble for a long time and finally saw his father. He ran happily and asked him to hold Zhu Feng's leg.

Fortunately, Nan Yan picked him up.

Said: "Your father is injured, can't hold you, you have to be good!"

"Soo... smells good?"

Xiao Chengjun blinked his big eyes in a daze, let alone understand.

Nan Yan smiled bitterly and poked his forehead: "It's stupid. It's an injury, not Xiuxiang."

Seeing his son's cute appearance, Zhu Feng's heart also seemed to have some pain and blood healed, and he said softly: "Cheng Jun, go to the feast hall with the father."

Xiao Chengjun didn't quite understand everything around him.

But he understood where he wanted to go with his father, and immediately agreed happily.

So, after putting on his clothes, Zhu Feng took Nan Yan and Xiao Chengjun, and the group came to Jiyan Hall.

Although Zhu Feng named Xinqing as the imperial concubine, the funeral ceremony of the imperial concubine cannot be compared with that of the former Empress Renxiao. The concubines in the palace came here to pay homage, but the ministers and imperial wives of the court, wish Feng did not let them into the palace.

After all, Gyeonggi has just experienced such a big deal, and Gyeonggi has suffered a severe blow. The capital urgently needs to return to normal, and the ministers have to do their own things.

The concubines were divided into two columns based on the residences of the Sixth Palace of the East and the West, as they did in the funeral of Queen Renxiao.

Nan Yan also sighed inwardly as he looked at the sparse appearance of the people in the temple.

As soon as Concubine Shun left, there were only two concubines in the palace, not even a few concubines. The ones kneeling at the back were Jing Yixuan's two noble concubines-Yao Ying and Ling Shansi.

Seeing the emperor personally came, the concubines in the mourning hall cried even more sadly.

But Xinping, who has been serving in the mourning hall all the time, with red eyes and pale face, when she saw Zhu Feng coming, she cried and walked in front of Zhu Feng: "Father..."

She is more sensible than Cheng Jun.

Knowing that his father was injured, he didn't dare to hold him, but looked at him with red eyes.

Zhu Feng reached out and touched her hair, and said softly, "You are good."

Xinping wiped his tears with the back of his hand, crying even more sadly.

Xiao Chengjun didn't understand anything at first, everyone was crying, he was still looking around curiously, but when he looked at the concubine Shun who was not close to him in the crowd, he looked at the huge coffin in front of him, and suddenly he felt something. .

Also started to cry.

This cry, the voice of the whole mourning hall was suppressed by him.

Although Zhu Feng was very pleased, he was also worried that the two children crying like this would be bad for their health, so after a while, he was led by the king of Han and the princess.

And he personally put a stick of incense for Xinqing.

Nan Yan followed him, watching the redness of his eyes, and knew that he had been suppressing the pain in his heart for fear that his injury would be affected again.

Whispered softly: "The emperor, let's go back."

Zhu Feng glanced at her.

Just nodded, then turned and left.

However, when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and glanced down.