The concubine of a late emperor passed away, and no one cared about the previous dynasty and the later harems was paid attention to. Until Emperor Longfeng posthumously named her as the honorable concubine, more people went to the mourning hall of Concubine Zhao to pay their respects.

However, the ones who were really sad about Concubine Zhao's departure were the old concubines who lived in the Concubine Palace.

The palace usually does not make people cry, and they dare to cry loudly in front of the mourning hall of Concubine Zhao.

They cried for Concubine Zhao and for themselves.

Jiuzhu and King Chen put on plain white clothes, went to the mourning hall to burn incense, and gave her the last journey.

"The funeral specifications of the honorable concubines have been set." King Chen held Jiuzhu's hand: "I will bury her in the tomb of the concubines and will not be buried with the late emperor."

"That's great." Jiuzhu turned around and looked at the monk who was reciting scriptures in the mourning hall, and held King Chen's finger tightly in the palm of his hand.

The late emperor forced the women to enter the palace before his death, and at least he would be at peace after his death.

"Prince, Princess, please stay."

Jiuzhu turned around and was the old lady who served Concubine Zhao.

The nanny wore a white tie belt around her waist and looked very haggard. She walked up to the two of them and bowed: "Before her death, she wanted me to give some things to the princess. If the princess is willing to accept it, please follow me to come."

"Please lead the way."

The yard where the owner lives has become much deserted. The white paper lanterns hanging under the eaves appear to be indifferent in the vibrant spring.

The nanny took Jiuzhu and King Chen into the house. She took out a box from the house: "The precious concubine has been preparing for several days. On the Qingming Festival, she should have handed it over to you, but it was delayed."

Jiuzhu knew why it was delayed. The things she brought back to Concubine Gui two days ago made her forget the others.

After taking the heavy wooden box, Jiuzhu whispered to thank him.

"Princess." The nanny took three steps back and knelt down towards Jiuzhu. The other palace maids and eunuchs in the room also knelt down.

"Madam." Jiuzhu quickly reached out to help her.

"Princess, please allow me to finish this gift." The nanny's eyes were firm, and Jiuzhu slowly took his hand back.

The nanny kowtowed to Jiuzhu three times with the palace maid in the room. Jiuzhu heard the sobs of the little palace maid.

"The noble concubine smiled and was very peaceful when she left." The nanny stood up with the help of the little palace maid: "The princess met her master by chance, but she specially crossed most of the capital for her during the Qingming Festival, and burned incense and worshipped a person who had been gone for many years. If it weren't for you, the master would have left with regret."

So she could bear this gift.

The imperial palace is the most noble place in the world, and it has what people all over the world dream of.

Power, status, money, beauty.

The only thing missing is the human heart.

Princess Chen arrived gracefully, and in this harem full of desire, she seemed to be an alien, but she was not out of place.

It was like the night, a light appeared.

On a scorching summer night, a gust of wind appeared.

She is so different that the concubine, who is unwilling to interfere in anything, will drag her sick body and insist on going to the Peach Blossom Forest to remind her and the King of Chen.

The concubine's soft heart was exchanged for Princess Chen to repay her sincerely and bring back the things left by immortality to the concubine.

A meow of cats came. When Jiuzhu saw the cat raised by Concubine Zhao, she squatted at the foot of the bed, and looked up at the bed from time to time, as if she was wondering why the owner was not on the bed.

"After the master left, the cat kept lying in the house and waiting for the master to come back." The madam's tears rolled down again: "We feed it, but it doesn't like to eat it. At night, she looks for her master everywhere in the yard."

The cat didn't know that its owner would never come back.

Jiuzhu handed the wooden box in her hand to the Chen King beside her, squatted in front of the cat, and stretched out her hand at it.

The fat cat meowed, walked around the room for many times, and slowly jumped into Jiuzhu's arms.

However, just as Jiuzhu held it and left the yard gate, the cat struggled for a while and jumped out of her arms.

"Princess, I'll help you catch the cat." Seeing this, Yang Yiduo rolled up his sleeves and prepared to catch the cat.

"No need." Jiuzhu shook her head: "Go and tell the nanny that I will pick it up again after a while."

"The little one takes the order."

"I want to raise a cat?" King Chen turned his head and asked her.

Jiuzhu shook her head: "The Concubine is no longer here. This cat has no owner in the harem, so she may not be able to survive."

When it accidentally ran to Zhangliu Palace, its legs were broken by someone, not to mention the days without the care of its owner.

"Don't worry, the old ladies in the West Palace will take good care of it." King Chen held her hand again: "If you are not at ease, come and have a look in a few days."

"Yeah." Jiuzhu nodded, and she always believed what His Highness said.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a place." Seeing that Jiuzhu was still feeling a little depressed, King Chen whispered in her ear: "Your Highness takes you out of the palace."

"Now?" Jiuzhu asked.

"Yes, it's now." King Chen reached out and pinched her nose: "Do you want to go?"

"Think." Jiuzhu nodded.

"It's okay to go, you can smile at me." He handed the wooden box to the servant whom his father specially arranged for him, and rubbed her face with his hands: "At a young age, what does his face look like with a sad face."

After rubbing it twice, the touch felt so good. King Chen couldn't help but rub it twice.

Now Jiuzhu not only stopped laughing at him, but also got angry with him.

Seeing this, King Chen quickly took his hand back: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, let's go out now."

Seeing that Jiuzhu ignored him, he reached out and pulled Jiuzhu into his arms: "I'm wrong, don't be angry, huh?"

Jiuzhu raised her head and took the opportunity to reach out and rub Chen Wang's face. In the stunned expression of King Chen, he nodded with satisfaction: "Well, I'm not angry anymore."

"Ming Xiaozhu, you have learned bad things with a few sisters-in-law." King Chen came to his senses. His little pig was so well-behaved in the past. Now he has only been in the palace for a long time and has learned to cheat.

Sure enough, the palace was a large dye vat that turned his white, tender and spotless pig into colorful colors.

The two of them took a carriage out of the palace. When Jiuzhu got out of the carriage, they found out where His Highness had been waiting for her.

The tomb of Changsheng, which was originally just a mound of soil, now has no mound of soil and has become a big pit.

Jiuzhu turned her head to look at King Chen: "Your Highness?"

If ordinary people saw such a scene, they would definitely suspect that King Chen had destroyed someone else's tomb, but Jiuzhu's first reaction was that His Highness wanted to repair the tomb for Changsheng?

Looking at her trusty little eyes, King Chen smiled. Fortunately, he met him as a little fool like this.

Fortunately, it was her that he did not waste his efforts to ask for grace from his father and mother.

"Take down the things on the carriage." King Chen said: "The Concubine Jinggui was the concubine who had given the jade certificate to the late emperor. The funeral was jointly managed by Zong □□ and the Ministry of Rites. I could not transport her body out of the palace, so I could only take some items, jewelry and clothes she used on weekdays, and build a tomb of clothes and burial with Changsheng."

My grandfather was a tragic act. As a grandson, he gave his grandfather a colorful hat. His ancestors should turn a blind eye and not worry about him.

"This matter cannot be done with great fanfare, so we can only keep everything simple." King Chen took Jiuzhu's hand and whispered: "Let's hurry up, don't be discovered."

"The father and the queen agree to this matter?" Even though Jiuzhu grew up in the Taoist temple, she didn't know much about the world and knew that this matter was not in line with the principle of filial piety.

"Shh, you can't say it, you can't say it." King Chen took out the tablet hidden under the carriage, which was not written on it, but Zhao Taohua.

According to folk customs, when opening a tomb and burying together, you need to wash bones and choose the time when you choose. However, Jiuzhu knew that if Changsheng and the Concubine had spirits in heaven, they would not mind that the funeral was not grand enough.

Use paper money to warm the grave, then use clothes to sweep the bottom, and fan out all the paper money ash from the grave.

This should have been done by children and grandchildren, but Concubine Zhao and Changsheng had no descendants, so Jiuzhu and King Chen took the outer robe they had worn and slapped them for a long time, and finally slaughtered all the paper money ashes burned from the grave.

The two of them were covered in their heads and faces by flying paper money, and their plain white clothes turned into black, white and gray clothes.

"I've asked someone before coming, and this step is essential." King Chen pulled Jiuzhu out of the bottom of the pit: "This means that they have no worries about food and clothing in the next life and are safe and smooth."

"Oh." Jiuzhu nodded, nodding in a daze: "What are we doing next?"

"Put Zhao... Auntie's clothes and hats into the grave." King Chen put his hand behind him: "The other burial rules are all for blessing descendants. Since they have no descendants, why bother them?"

As the coffin was buried, the soil covered the coffin, Jiuzhu's depressed mood began to gradually improve.

When King Chen asked his servant to put the newly carved tombstone in front of the tomb, Jiuzhu smiled.

"I'm not sad at last?" King Chen took out his handkerchief and wiped Jiuzhu's gray face, although his hands were not much clean.

"Yes." Jiuzhu nodded: "They were unable to be together before they died, so they could be together after they died."

"Come on, give them a stick of incense, and then we go home." King Chen handed the incense to Jiuzhu and bowed to the tombstone three times.

The breeze blew, and the cigarette swirled in the air and flew into the blue sky.

Eternal life, peach blossom.

May they live a hundred years of life and be as bright as fire.

The two returned to the carriage and saw each other's feet were muddy, their faces were dirty, and their clothes were dirty, so they laughed out loud.

"That's right, the little girl looks so good when she smiles." King Chen reached out and pinched Jiuzhu's face. There were two black fingerprints on her already a little flowery face.

He looked away with guilt and coughed dryly, "It will be dark later. The palace maids and eunuchs dare not look directly at our faces. As long as we walk fast enough, no one will find that our clothes are dirty."

Of course, the point is actually the face.

But he dared not say it.

They are covered in paper money and changing clothes outside the palace is more likely to attract speculation from others. It is better to return to the palace openly and others will not think too much.
To be continued...