Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

Chapter 39 I Like You

The death knell of the Southern Chu Kingdom's palace rang and rang throughout Jinle City. When the people heard it, they all looked at each other in dismay, and soon knelt down facing the direction of the palace.

The layers of white snow seemed to be mourning for Emperor Wen.

Gong Xianqing walked to the front of Qianhe Palace, all the soldiers, eunuchs and Gong'e knelt down, and those who had received the favor of Emperor Wen cried even more.

Gong Xianqing stepped forward step by step, leaving clear footprints one by one. When she reached the door, she was unable to push the door open. For a moment, Gong Xianqing also felt sorry for the man, and was also afraid of seeing Nan Qian Mo's sad look.

"Miss?"

Ning'er called Gong Xianqing softly, Gong Xianqing came back to her senses, just responded lightly, then pushed the door open, there was a dead silence inside, all the maids and eunuchs were kneeling on the ground, not daring to breathe.

The empress brother Shu Ping and Feng Cheng'en knelt on the edge of the bed. Ge Shu Ping gently held the cold hand of Emperor Wen. Gong Xianqing raised his eyes to see that Emperor Wen's face was still covered with a white cloth, and the tenderness could no longer be seen. people.

Gong Xianqing looked at Nan Qianmo, she stood quietly at the side, watching everything coldly, those eyes stained with sadness revealed unbearable reluctance, and finally turned into cold, hidden Live with all your emotions.

"Inform all ministers and harem concubines to wear white and linen for seven days, and immediately go to the Dafan Palace to worship, prohibit drinking and singing, stop court meetings, and mourn the whole country."

Nan Qianmo's voice was very cold, as if it came from the depths of darkness, icy cold.

She turned her head and found that Gong Xianqing was also looking at her. Nan Qianmo lowered her eyes to hide the tears in them.

"Yunran, ask the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the funeral ceremony and enthronement ceremony."

Nan Qianmo has been telling what to do next, as if the sky is falling, she has to hold on, she doesn't even feel sad.

Nan Qianmo was about to leave Qianhe Palace, she didn't even dare to look at Emperor Wen again, when she passed by Gong Xianqing, she didn't stop, knowing that Gong Xianqing reached out and gently grabbed her sleeve, The wide sleeves were opened in an arc, revealing the clenched fists in the sleeves, and all the forbearance.

"Queen Mother, is there any concubine who can serve me?"

Gong Xian was clear and cold, not sad, not sad, but full of love for Nan Qianmo.

"You... accompany the queen well."

Nan Qianmo opened her mouth slowly, without even turning her head to look at Gong Xianqing, as if Gong Xianqing was like a sharp knife that could easily open her fragile gap, but at this time, fragility is the most useless thing, she Nan Qianmo Qian Mo, no need.

Nan Qianmo took a step, but the man did not let go of his sleeve. When Nan Qianmo turned his head, the man let go.

"The concubine will always be here."

Gong Xianqing said something in a low voice, Nan Qianmo's heart skipped a beat, and he left Qianhe Palace with Yunran.

Gong Xianqing and Ning'er walked behind the queen, knelt down to Emperor Wen, and kowtowed.

Ge Shuping didn't cry, neither did Feng Chengen, it wasn't that they weren't sad, maybe it was just that in this palace, tears became the most useless thing.

Ge Shuping didn't speak, but Feng Chengen just knelt there with dull eyes, as if his soul had been taken away.

Gong Xianqing has seen many dead people, and many of them died by her own hands. She has never seen the appearance of making others sad because of a dead person. Now that she sees it, she is so worried.

Perhaps she also began to understand why people in the Jianghu shouted at the Jueyin Pavilion.

Southern Chu Kingdom, Imperial Palace, Dafan Palace.

A coffin inlaid with gold and engraved with scriptures was placed in the center of the Dafan Palace. There were two people kneeling beside the coffin, the empress Ge Shuping in plain white, and the crown prince Feng Chengen.

Standing on the other side of the coffin was Nan Qianmo, who was dressed in white, with all the headgear removed and no rouge. Standing beside the coffin, she looked coldly at the kneeling officials and concubines.

Here she is the only one who doesn't have to kneel, but this also shows the sadness of a white-haired person giving a black-haired person.

Gong Xianqing raised her head slightly and looked at Nan Qianmo. The man's gaze stayed on the still open coffin, where lay her son.

Perhaps feeling Gong Xianqing's gaze, Nan Qianmo turned his eyes and looked in Gong Xianqing's direction. Their eyes met, as if they couldn't say a lot, so they had to turn their eyes away.

"Lord Fengziye is here—"

When Feng Ziye arrived, it was already late at night, he was travel-stained, his pretty face lost its color due to exhaustion, passed by all the officials in the court, walked to the coffin, picked up three sticks of incense, knelt down and worshiped, Plug in the incense and walk aside.

"Empress, please mourn."

Feng Ziye said in a low voice, then walked to the other side of the coffin, and said to Nan Qianmo, "Sister-in-law, please mourn."

Nan Qianmo bowed slightly in return, and said, "My lord has a heart."

Feng Ziye turned his head and looked at the people who were slowly lowering their heads. Some of them were Feng Qizhen's brothers, who had been given fiefdoms to become the kings of one side, but these people had no military power, and they were suppressed and monitored by Nan Qianmo , He had long since lost the ambition he should have, and he couldn't help but sigh at Nan Qianmo's methods.

When he entered the palace, not only the Dafan Palace, but the entire palace was filled with heavy soldiers, and the general of the country, Qi Yingdao, was personally guarding the gate. Even if he wanted to rebel, he couldn't do it.

Feng Ziye knelt down in front of the officials, guarding Feng Qizhen's spirit.

"Proclaim the decree!"

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Nan Qianmo spoke in the huge but quiet Dafan Palace.

At this time, Tian Yu, Prime Minister of Wu, took the box in his hand and walked up to the officials, so that everyone could see clearly the wax seal sealed by Emperor Wen himself on the box.

Tian Yu untied the wax seal, handed the box to the eunuch, picked up the imperial edict inside, and read aloud.

Everyone heard clearly that the next emperor was the six-year-old prince Feng Cheng'en, Nan Qianmo continued to assist the government, and the Prime Minister of Cultural Relics and General Zhen Guo became the assistant ministers.

As soon as the posthumous edict came out, there was a lot of discussion. At this time, an old minister came out, knelt in front of the coffin, and said: "The crown prince already has three assistant ministers, the prime minister Wenwu and the general Zhenguo. Why does the queen mother still want to assist the government? Could it be intentional?" regent?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a complete silence. Obviously everyone had this idea, but the old courtier was the only one who dared to say it.

Nan Qianmo knew him. When the prince rebelled, he opposed his intervention. After the prince rebellion was settled, he didn't dare to make a sound. him.

"Aijia is just assisting the government."

Nan Qianmo just replied indifferently, but the old courtier retorted: "The prince is still young, how can he make a decision, the decision of Jiangshan is definitely in the hands of the queen mother, how can this not be called regent!"

The old courtier couldn't understand women in power, so he was naturally quite dissatisfied with Emperor Wen's arrangement this time.

"Who says lonely can't make decisions?"

Feng Chengen said coldly, his tone was cold, it was definitely not like the words spoken by a six-year-old child, his momentum was a bit like Nan Qianmo.

"Lord Lin, this matter was completed under the witness of me, Lord Nan, and General Qi. The queen mother has the ability to govern the country, so it is reasonable for the former emperor to want to belong to the queen mother."

Tian Yu spoke slowly about this matter, wanting to make this old courtier retreat, after all, angering Nan Qianmo on such an occasion would simply be killing himself.

"But this woman!..."

Before the old courtier finished speaking, Nan Qianmo said coldly, "Master Lin wants to resist the order?"

The old courtier didn't dare to make a sound when he heard this, Nan Qianmo continued: "Come here, Mr. Lin is probably tired, take him down and have a good rest."

Nan Qianmo didn't want to see that person again, this pedantic person could no longer stay.

This small incident made everyone present see Nan Qianmo's method, secretly let three ministers enter the palace to witness Emperor Wen's draft edict, and then asked Qi Yingdao to deploy heavy troops in the palace and even the capital, so that Feng Chengen could On this road to the throne smoothly.

Feng Ziye snickered to himself...but he didn't expect that Nan Qianmo would keep such an old antique in the court, and he also lamented that it was fortunate that Feng Qizhen's brother had no intention of rebelling, otherwise, with Nan Qianmo's layout, I am afraid they would It's time to take a trip to Huangquan Road.

The incense in the mourning hall has not been cut off, and the people below are already drowsy. Some left the Dafan Palace, found a place to take a nap, and then came back to continue kneeling, their faces were full of fatigue.

At this time, Nan Qianmo also left the Dafan Palace and returned to Fengluan Palace. Yunran was not around, and the people from Fengluan Palace also went to worship in Dafan Palace. The huge Fengluan Palace was even colder.

"The Queen Mother."

Not long after Nan Qianmo entered Fengluan Palace, a familiar voice came from behind her, it was Gong Xianqing, she followed her all the way, she was in a trance, and she didn't notice it.

"How will you be here?"

Nan Qianmo's tone was cold, no candles were lit in Fengluan Palace, and Gong Xianqing couldn't see Nan Qianmo's expression now.

"I've been enduring it, isn't it painful?"

Gong Xianqing walked towards Nan Qianmo, very close to Nan Qianmo, and Nan Qianmo frowned after hearing Gong Xianqing's words, as if a string in his heart had been aroused, and his nose was extremely sore.

"Go back!"

Nan Qianmo wanted to retreat, but was held in Gong Xianqing's arms. She struggled a few times, but Gong Xianqing still hugged her tightly.

"Queen Mother, this concubine just wants to hug you and become your reliance."

As soon as Gong Xianqing said this, the struggle of the man in his arms became smaller, and all the weight of his body fell on Gong Xianqing.

"Qizhen is dead..."

Nan Qianmo spoke slowly, she didn't call for the emperor, nor did she say death, but Qi Zhen died, her son died.

Gong Xianqing took a deep breath, hugged Nan Qianmo in his arms, buried her head on his shoulder and neck, and felt her breathing.

"The concubine will always be with you."

As soon as Gong Xianqing said this, Nan Qianmo raised his hand, hugged Gong Xianqing back, tightly grasping the plain white palace robes, and refused to let go until they changed shape in his hands .

"You shouldn't have come."

Nan Qianmo said slowly, with a strong nasal voice, Gong Xianqing even felt the warm liquid flowing from his shoulder and neck.

"But you need me."

Gong Xianqing kissed the top of Nan Qianmo's head, and with all her strength, she hugged Nan Qianmo horizontally, and then she realized that this person was so light and light. After putting her on the bed, Gong Xianqing calmed down. Slowly said a word.

"You need rest."

Nan Qianmo hadn't had a good rest for several days, after Gong Xianqing finished speaking, she also lay down beside the bed, beside Nan Qianmo.

"Gong Xianqing, what do you think about Ai's family?"

This is the second time Nan Qianmo asked Gong Xianqing. She was looking forward to the answer, but she couldn't bear the weight of the answer.

"Whatever the Queen Mother thinks is what she thinks."

Gong Xianqing leaned down, her red lips were hot on Nan Qianmo's forehead, and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she didn't resist or refuse, and let Gong Xianqing treat herself tenderly.

"Sleep for a while, I will wake you up later."

Nan Qianmo didn't want to think about all of Gong Xianqing's thoughts. She closed her eyes, felt the temperature and fragrance of Gong Xianqing, and fell asleep. practical.

Seeing that the man was breathing steadily, Gong Xianqing turned sideways, and put his hands behind Nan Qianmo's hair behind his ears.

"Nan Qianmo, I think... I like you."