The two of them quickly ordered the dishes, but Wen Wenlan didn't move. They just asked Zhao Shunran to order a few home-cooked side dishes, and the conversation at the dinner table seemed closer.

"Which question did Brother Zhao choose to answer?" Wen Wenlan seemed unintentional, but she actually cared about it.

Which question Zhao Shunran chose to answer is related to who has won the Jinshi this year.

"The second question is about the method." Zhao Shunran chewed and swallowed it carefully, and said slowly to Wen Wenlan, "I didn't expect that the Ministry of Rites would give such questions this year. Either the Emperor was wise or the Ministry of Rites opened its eyes. Such questions are new, easy to answer but not easy to answer. To be honest, I have no confidence in this year's gold list."

This year's gold list is very lingering. The emperor made this move. Although some talented people can certainly win with their original questions, it is not ruled out that newcomers will break through the siege with the second new question.

This year's imperial examination is interesting.

"Brother Zhao, if you are in high school in the future, don't forget me." Wen Wenlan said deliberately, taking advantage of the opportunity to look at his expression, but saw that Zhao Shunran just waved his hand.

"Hun." is only one word short, and Zhao Shunran's confidence and ambition for the top scorer can be seen.

After dinner, under the calculation of the waiter who was pretending to be Feng Si, the two paid symbolically, which was equivalent to having a free meal in Jufu Building, without leaving any trace.

Who made Jufu Building so chaotic tonight?

Jufulou is not short of this little gold.

After the two said goodbye, they walked out of the darkness and took Wen Wenlan back to the palace, bringing Wen Lan a heavy news.

"Mingzhao" is dead.

There is a sad and dead spirit in Qingxin Hall. White veils are hung on the beams under the eaves. They are flying up and down with the cold wind under the dark lights, like the side of the Huangquan Road, and the waving hands in the Forget River will pull you to the eighteen levels of hell at any time.

Wen Wenlan sat upright on a chair. The spiritual bed in front of him was the body of "Ming Zhao" covered with white cloth. Candles were lit around him. Under the spiritual bed, a little eunuch was obediently guarding a street guide lamp, looking sad.

Lin Miao was already crying and was about to die of crying.

"What's going on?" Wen Wenlan realized for a long time. It was not Zhou Mohuai who was lying on it, but everything came too suddenly, different from what she arranged. "What's going on?"

Even so, Wen Wenlan could still feel the panic from the bottom of his heart. The always indifferent voice became a little colder, like a sharp ice skate, opening a hole in your chest.

"Your Majesty, you have to make the decision for Your Highness. Your Highness is so unclear, he will definitely not be able to rest in peace below." Lin Miao almost crawled to Wen Wenlan's feet, pulled her clothes and kept kowtowing, "Please be the decision of Your Majesty! Please be the decision of Your Majesty!"

His Highness Ming Zhao enjoyed all the holy favors during his lifetime, but now he has gone so uncertainly. The emperor must have asked for an explanation for him. The palace people lowered their heads timidly, wondering who would be the one who was unlucky this time. The emperor was furious and buried his corpse in a million, hoping that it would be better if it wasn't him.

"Get up first." From beginning to end, Wen Wenlan stared at the "corpse". Even breathing seemed a little difficult, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Tell me, what's going on."

"After dinner tonight, it was time for His Highness Mingzhao to take medicine as usual, so I served His Highness to drink medicine as usual. Unexpectedly, His Highness started vomiting black blood without taking a few sips. I quickly called the Imperial Doctor, but... it was too late. Before the Imperial Doctor arrived, Your Highness went..." Recalling the scene at that time, Lin Miao couldn't help crying again. After all, Mingzhao treats him well on weekdays, and he can be called the deep love of the master and servant.

"Black Blood?" Wen Wenlan took a deep breath, but he didn't expect that such dirty things would happen in the harem that had always been clean. "Where is the imperial doctor?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, the Imperial Doctor has gone to check on His Highness Ming Zhao's medicine." Buyu stepped forward and replied.

Since she died of vomiting black blood, she must have died of poisoning. Lin Qingcheng has already gone to check and will soon have results. This trick cannot be hidden from her eyes.

"Well..." Wen Wenlan responded, and his eyes slowly swept across everyone within his sight. He was completely angry wherever he passed, "You all went down and stayed without saying a word."

Everyone quickly retreated, and there were only Wen Wenlan and Buyu in the temporary mourning hall.

It seems that only in this way did Wen Wenlan feel that all this is fake and too real, and she panic.

"Feng Shi has found out that His Highness Ming Zhao was indeed killed by poisoning, and the evidence has been collected." He bowed his hands and lowered his eyes.

"Murderer." Wen Wenlan didn't care about this. She just wanted to know who poured this basin of dirty water in her clean harem.

Don't silence, don't sing.

"Say!" The tone that is low can't be lower, as if suppressing a lion, may burst out at any time.

"It's Your Highness Chongjia." Buyu gritted his teeth. He didn't expect that Your Highness Chongjia, who had been with the emperor for many years, would do what the emperor disliked the most.

Without the surging anger that I imagined, I raised my eyes carefully and looked at Wen Wenlan without saying a word, but saw that she was still staring at the body covered with white cloth, as if she had broken her soul.

"Your Majesty?" called softly without saying a word.

"Yes." It was not until Wen Wenlan spoke up that she felt like she was breathing.

"'His Highness Mingzhao' should follow the etiquette system..."

The two light words "cremation." contain heavy weight, "and then send someone to take his ashes to the center of the Po Lake and scatter the ashes into the center of the lake."

"Your Majesty?" He said unexplained. His Highness Ming Zhao was favored during his lifetime. Shouldn't he be buried in a grand manner after his death? Why did he end up in a place without a burial in the end and the end of Yang Huipo Lake?

"The night I met him in Pohu Lake. The night I took him back to the palace, he was like a ball of rootless duckweed, floating in the lake. After entering the palace, he was still helpless. He had nothing but me, and he had no family. He was still like duckweed, struggling in the deep palace.

He had no worries when he came and went, and probably didn't want to be tied to the world underground. If he came and went, let him stay where he first met and protected the land and water, I could also visit him from time to time."

After saying that, Wen Wenlan waved his hand and asked Buyu to retreat, "Let's do this tomorrow."

Cremation of "Ming Zhao" is equivalent to erasing all traces of Ming Zhao's existence, leaving no chance for others to explore the truth, and allowing him to sleep in the depths of Po Lake forever with all the unhappiness and humility of the past. After that, His Highness Ming Zhao, who has no more enjoyment of all his favors, and no longer has the charm of the beautiful Po Lake.

No one would hold a deceased person and refuse to let go. When Zhou Mohuai came back, there was only a famous general and a respected prince.

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From then on, no more Ming Zhao

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