After coming out of the side hall of the Soul Palace, Wu Qi's face looked bad. Until he walked out of the palace and walked far away, he still had a tense face.

"Why, I feel uncomfortable?" Looking at Wu Qi's face, Zuo Heng chuckled.

"Are you happy?" Wu Qi glanced at Zuo Heng, "I'm going to send Mo Huai's last journey tomorrow. It's too fast, but it's good that you can send him off before going to war."

It was quite fast, Zuo Heng nodded in agreement.

Wen Wenlan said that it was true that the funeral was prepared for Zhou Mohuai according to the specifications of the emperor. The scale was grand, but it was too fast, it was really too fast.

According to the rules, from small to large-scale funerals, a very complex ritual is required between the two, which takes a long time. Tianjian Sibu must also ask Tianjian Sibu to calculate the auspicious date of the funeral and the date of the funeral.

However, when they entered the palace early this morning, Zhou Mohuai's coffin board had been nailed to death, all the rituals had been completed, and the order for the funeral the next day was passed down, which was only two days in total.

The left Heng had a slightly locked eyebrows. Wen Wenlan didn't seem to be sending Zhou Mohuai's last journey sincerely, but it seemed to be telling the world that this was the case.

As for the purpose, he doesn't know.

However, what Wen Wenlan said to the ministers today was full of feelings, unlike what an emperor could say.

Wen Wenlan suddenly sneezes in the side hall of the Soul Palace.

"Your Majesty is okay?" Zhao Shunran leaned forward slightly and his eyebrows were furrowed.

Wen Wenlan, who leaned against the couch, waved his hand and signaled that nothing was wrong. He hugged a mattress on Wen Wenlan, afraid that she would catch a cold.

"What else does Zhao Qing have? If there is nothing, just step back first. I want to be alone and be alone." I have said what I should say, and I know my intentions. Now she just wants to rest quietly and have a good rest.

Zhao Shunran got up and saluted, and quietly went out.

Almost the moment the door closed, Wen Wenlan sighed.

"Why is Your Majesty so sad? Isn't General Zhou still here?" Buyan, who helped Wen Wenlan beat his legs on the soft couch, couldn't help but lose, which made Buyu fly several times to him.

"But I'm afraid. I keep reminding myself that this is fake, but I can't help but want to ask, what should I plan if it is true? No matter how grand and grand the funeral is, it's not as good as a living person." Wen Wenlan wiped the corners of his eyes lightly, and there seemed to be a bit of sob hidden in the end. "I understand now what my mother felt in those years. If I were not the emperor, I would like to go with him now."

It’s not easy for my mother to have so many years.

He lowered his head without saying a word. Yes, even if they can be with His Majesty for the rest of their lives, they are not General Zhou. The only one he cares about is General Zhou.

"What will your Majesty plan in the future? After all, today..." He pursed his lips without saying a word, "It's hard to explain."

Wen Wenlan didn't say anything, she relaxed her arms and lay down, staring at the roof without blinking, "Have the news taken to Dongyue?"

He nodded without saying a word, "You will know the movements of Dongyue in two days."

"I sent an order to order the Tiger Army to order 30,000 troops within three days, and wait for the order at any time. Once my order arrives, I will send troops to Dongyue immediately." Wen Wenlan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, hoping that Zhou Mohuai could avoid this matter.

Today's funeral was a disaster for him.

On the Nine-level Tower, Zhou Mohuai slept comfortably. When he opened his eyes, he was already dawning. When he sat up, he found a mattress covered with his body. He looked around and then sneered, so he wouldn't have been Wen Wenlan.

As soon as he moved, the iron chains on his ankles jingled, the door opened quickly, and a series of palace mermaids rushed in to serve Zhou Mohuai to wash and change clothes. Zhou Mohuai stared at the door for a long time, until the last palace mate came in and the door closed again, and Zhou Mohuai took back his gaze.

The palace ladies who entered here all lowered their eyebrows and lowered their heads and did what they were doing quietly. No one had any expressions, and even their clothes were exactly the same. They didn't ask them about the time, just like puppets made by Wen Wenlan.

Only those who were waiting for washing down here went down. The door opened and closed, and the palace servants who were holding hot meals took turns in. Zhou Mohuai narrowed his eyes at the sumptuous meals, and looked out the window. He couldn't tell whether it was breakfast or lunch.

The sky outside was white, and he didn't know how long he had slept, nor did he feel hungry.

After the meal, another group of people came in. Zhou Mohuai recognized it as a member of the Water Department. Looking at the things they were holding, he knew that they were here to change the medicine.

Can't anyone from the Imperial Hospital get involved here?

After changing the medicine, the water department quickly retreated out, the door was closed, and only Zhou Mohuai stayed here.

He stood up and tried to walk to the bed to see the view outside. However, he had to stop three steps by the window, but this was enough to allow him to see the view outside. He raised his head slightly. It was neither too early nor too late now, and I don’t know what Wen Wenlan was doing.

If she is busy now, he has to find a way to sneak out.

At least some people have to know that he is here.

However, Zhou Mohuai thought about it for a day but didn't come up with any good idea. When the people outside shouted, they would be discovered by the Huangwei guard who was guarding the door before they could hear it. They threw things down to attract attention. He had nothing to throw, and he didn't even have chopsticks.

The person who sent the goods came in counting the things in his hands after he came in and counted them again before going out, but he had no chance at all.

Zhou Mohuai sat in the Nine-Level Tower for a day until the sun was dull and the sky was dizzy. Huangwei closed the windows on the seventh floor one by one, and the Nine-Level Tower was bright again.

After dinner for a while, Zhou Mohuai soaked comfortably in hot water and stared at the roof to find a solution. Suddenly he felt someone coming in. He quickly held his breath and listened carefully. After a while, he felt that the man had come to him. He stood up and saw Wen Wenlan standing in front of the bathtub.

"What are you here?" Zhou Mohuai relaxed his back and leaned back.

"Look at you." Wen Wenlan lifted up her sleeve and reached into the water, touched Zhou Mohuai's abdomen, "I miss you."

"Don't do this." Zhou Mohuai patted Wen Wenlan's hand, too lazy to look at her, "Don't touch her."

Zhou Mohuai was so angry that Wen Wenlan didn't mind. He took out the handkerchief and slowly wiped the water from his hands, threw it away, "Come out, it's time to go to bed."

Wen Wenlan made his purpose very obvious. Zhou Mohuai curled his lips and did not move. Seeing this, Wen Wenlan glared at him. Then Zhou Mohuai stood up on the edge of the bathtub.

Zhou Mohuai had just come out after putting his belt on his back. He looked around and found that there were only two of them here, and they were not there without saying anything. He was thinking about it, maybe he just grabbed the key now?

He looked Wen Wenlan up and down, guessing where she would put the key when he saw Wen Wenlan take out the key himself.
Chapter completed!