Seeing Jiuzhu appear, King Chen turned his head and glared at the eunuch with him, saying that you would help him back quickly. How would he explain to Ming Xiaozhu now?

"Did this palace maid fall?" Jiuzhu noticed two eunuchs standing next to the palace maid, and praised King Chen in a low voice: "Your Highness is really kind. When he saw the palace maid fall, he specially arranged someone to help her up."

"Of course I am not the kind of person who will never save you." King Chen thrust his back and his chin slightly raised, and his gentlemanly demeanor showed his gentlemanly demeanor. He saw Jiuzhu dressed in a simple manner: "Why are you here to pay your respects?"

"Mother said, our family might not come, but I got engaged to Your Highness, which is different from other people's houses." Jiuzhu glanced at the palace maid who was still lying on the ground: "My mother has poetry and books, so I must listen to her."

Hearing the word "engagement", King Chen discomfortably turned his head: "Then, then I'll take you there. All the funerals of Yang Pin is simple. Just go with me to enjoy the incense stick."

"Wait." Jiuzhu grabbed King Chen's sleeve.

King Chen looked back at her, thinking she was unwilling to go with him: "You want to be with Ling Ci?"

"No." Jiuzhu pointed to his waist: "Your Highness, take off this jade pendant first."

There is nothing special about the jade pendant, but the knot and the tassels are bright red.

King Chen wanted to say that a concubine who had never even met her face before, could change into plain clothes to burn incense, which was already very worthy of the deceased, and there was no need to pay attention to the red coloured lapel on a jade pendant.

He began to meet Jiuzhu's black eyes. He sighed, untied the jade pendant in a few seconds, and put it in Jiuzhu's hand: "Please help me."

"Okay." Jiuzhu nodded with a smile and put the jade pendant in the plain white purse.

King Chen walked forward and almost tripped by something. He looked down and saw that the palace maid was lying on the ground just now.

What's going on? If you want to slander him and push a woman, you don't have to do it so obviously?

"Girl, are you okay?" Jiuzhu bent down and pulled the palace maid from the ground with one hand.

Palace Maid: "…"

Why did she stand up involuntarily?

"Are you injured?" Jiuzhu bent down and patted the dust on the hem of her skirt.

The palace maid shook her head blankly.

"Ming Xiaozhu, go." King Chen stood a few steps away, his finger behind him hooked at Jiuzhu.

"Here you." Jiuzhu responded to King Chen, lowered her head and said to the palace maid: "Please pay attention to your feet when you walk."

After saying that, he trotted to King Chen and walked side by side with him.

The palace maid stared at the backs of the two people. It turned out that they were not the domineering prince's pretty palace maid, but the domineering prince's petite lady.

She looked down at the hem of the skirt that was slapped by Jiuzhu, her cheeks were slightly red, and she didn't need the eunuch to help her, and she covered her face and trotted away.

Yang's mourning hall was set up in the hall west of the palace. The destiny who came to worship had left, and only a few royal relatives were left, standing casually outside the hall, obviously just coming to make a move.

Jiuzhu does not understand the funeral specifications and etiquettes in the palace, so she does not know that according to common practice, after the concubine dies, the funeral specifications will be one level higher than her own grade, or she will be directly enfeoffed with a level one.

However, there was no gratitude for Yang's funeral, and there was not even a posthumous title.

The Ministry of Rites drafted a posthumous title, but was beaten back by the emperor, because Yang Ping was happy and the funeral was simple.

In this way, no one understands that His Majesty does not value Concubine Yang.

It was cold in front of the mourning hall, and King Chen lowered his head and asked Jiuzhu: "Is it cold?"

Jiuzhu shook her head, she took the incense, bowed respectfully in front of the mourning hall, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.

The palace maid who knelt on the ground and cried quietly, kowtowed to her and King Chen.

After looking at the spiritual card enshrined above, King Chen inserted the incense. In his impression, Concubine Yang was not very talkative and was very weak. She did not show up for many parties in the palace.

The wind blew the spirit banner, and he turned around, picked up a small corner of his clothes on Jiuzhu's sleeve, and took the person out of the mourning hall.

"Let's go, I'll take you to Mingyue Palace to change your clothes." The little girl can't dress miserably and is not good-looking.

"Your Highness." Jiuzhu hesitated: "Mother is still waiting for me outside..."

"Don't worry, Fugui has already gone to pass a message to Mrs. Ming." King Chen continued to pull Jiuzhu forward: "I'll take you back after lunch in Mingyue Palace."

"Your Highness doesn't need to go to the Ministry of Rites?" Jiuzhu hesitated: "Will this delay your business?"

"Today, I will set up a sacrifice for Concubine Yang. The princes and princesses in the capital will come to the palace to pay their respects. I have already claimed leave with the Minister of Rites, so I don't have to go to the Ministry of Rites today." King Chen looked up at the sky: "Ming Xiaozhu, it is not advisable to talk about official affairs today."

"Fifth brother."

"Hello Miss Ming after meeting His Highness Chen."

King Chen let go of his hand that was twisting the corner of Jiuzhu's clothes, raised his eyebrows and looked at King Qi and Sun Caiyao: "It's the fourth brother."

Since last time he forced the King of Qi to avoid the trip, the two of them have never spoken privately except to meet in the court.

Jiuzhu bent her knees and saluted to King Qi. King Qi nodded slightly to her. He glanced at the outfits of the two of them: "Have you finished the incense for Concubine Yang?"

On Yun Duqing, he did not see any bright colors, which was completely different from his usual flamboyant clothes.

"The Fourth Brother is a little late today." Noting that Yun Yanze looked at Jiuzhu twice, King Chen pulled Jiuzhu behind him as if no one was around: "You guys go by yourself, I will take Miss Ming back to Mingyue Palace."

Back?

When Sun Caiyao noticed this word, she looked up at King Chen, took Ming Jiuzhu to see Concubine Su, and used the word "有"?

She has heard of the story of the domineering prince that has been popular in the capital in recent days. Perhaps it is because the King of Chen is too arrogant and domineering. When people see him, they are full of awe and fear, and they have no time to pay attention to his appearance.

Until today, Sun Caiyao discovered that King Chen had a very handsome face. He almost perfectly inherited all the advantages of the facial features of the emperor and Concubine Su. Even though he was wearing plain clothes, he was still very dazzling.

"Fifth brother, please feel free." King Qi withdrew his gaze and smiled gently at Sun Caiyao: "Miss Sun, let's go in."

As soon as he finished speaking, a clamor came from a distance. The King of Qi looked solemn and bowed his head and retreated aside.

Jiuzhu secretly glanced in the direction where the chequets came and quickly lowered her head.

It's the Emperor.

Emperor Longfeng saw his two sons and got off the dragon chariot.

Before he could salute his two sons, Emperor Longfeng raised his hand to spare their greetings: "Isn't it cold to be standing in the wind?"

The eunuch behind him brought two cloaks with a wink, ready to serve the two princes to put on.

King Chen took the cloak, put it on Jiuzhu, turned to Emperor Longfeng and said, "Father, why don't you bring two cloaks that girls can wear when you go out? Look, they all dragged to the ground."

King Qi looked down at the cloak that had just been draped on him, and then looked at Sun Caiyao beside him, and his hands froze slightly.

Emperor Longfeng was amused by his words: "This is a new cloak sent by the palace. I haven't even put it on yet, so you dislike it."

Jiuzhu was wrapped in a furry cloak, revealing only half of her small face. She pulled the cloak twice with her hand, like a little turtle pressed by a shell.

Seeing her like this, King Chen couldn't help laughing.

"Your Highness." Jiuzhu heard King Chen laugh at her, widened her eyes and looked at him pitifully.

"I didn't laugh at you, I laugh at others." King Chen coughed dryly, helped Jiuzhu to fix her cloak, and finally exposed her entire face.

Jiuzhu murmured in a low voice: "Your Highness is not smart at all."

Even a fool could tell that he was laughing at her.

Emperor Longfeng pretended not to see the two juniors whispering, and turned to look at King Qi: "Yanze, your marriage is about to come, so it is not advisable to see filial piety. If you worship outside the hall, go back."

"Yes, Father." King Qi bowed and bowed.

His wedding with Sun Caiyao was seven days later. Yang Ping died at this critical moment, as if he added a shadow of inauspiciousness to the wedding.

However, the wedding date was already set by the Imperial Heavenly Prison, and it was unlucky to change it. Whether it was him or the Sun family, they could only pretend not to care about Yang Pin. Fortunately, Yang Pin was not of high quality and the funeral was not held largely.

The mother said that the father was unwilling to hold Yang's funeral because he was about to get married to Sun Caiyao.

He didn't know the truth or falsehood of his mother's words, but since the father mentioned the wedding now, it at least means that he cared about the marriage.

"Duqing, where are you going with the little girl from the Ming family?" Emperor Longfeng saw that the two children were still talking whispering, so he simply interrupted.

"Father, my son is going to take Ming Xiao...sister to Mingyue Palace to change clothes." King Chen put his hand behind him, with an expression like "I'm just taking care of the little girl casually."

"I happened to be going to your mother's place, so you two accompany me." Emperor Longfeng looked at the spirit banner hanging outside the mourning hall, quickly retracted his gaze, and never looked at the mourning hall again.

"You sit on the chariot, and Erchen and Miss Ming can't catch up with you," King Chen looked down at Jiuzhu's big and long cloak, and said with a shameless face: "If you do you reward me, let Erchen and Miss Ming also sit on the chariot."

"You have been lazy since you were a child." Emperor Longfeng smiled helplessly: "Let's go, let you two sit on the chariot."

"Thank you, Father."

When Jiuzhu saw King Chen thanking him, she quickly bowed her knees and bowed to her gratitude: "I thanked Your Majesty."

King Chen reached out and grabbed her arm, afraid that she would fall to the ground by falling back into the green onion.

Soon a strong eunuch brought the chariot to the chariot. King Chen helped Jiuzhu to sit down on one of the chariots, and then turned to the other chariot.

Emperor Longfeng looked at this scene with a smile. This arrogant child also knew that he cared about the little girl.

"Give me a farce to my father." King Qi bowed his hand, watched the emperor leave, and took off the cloak on his body and handed it to the eunuch who served him.

"Your Highness..."

"I am not cold." He turned his head and looked at Sun Caiyao gently: "Miss Sun, after the incense, I will send you back to your house."

Looking at the gentle eyes of King Qi, Sun Caiyao smiled shyly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

The sergeant stopped at Mingyue Palace. King Chen walked out of the sergeant casually and handed his arm to Jiuzhu: "Help me go."

The palace maid standing next to her silently took a step back, and Your Highness should think that she did not exist.
To be continued...