King Ping slowly turned around, stared at Lin Hongjian with his eyes squinted for a long time before he sighed sadly, and said in a low voice:

"Are you twelve years old this year? It's not too young. It seems that you have to find a master for you to study hard."

Lin Hongjian looked at King Ping in confusion, opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. King Ping lowered his head, thought for a while, then raised his head, looked at Lin Hongjian with complicated eyes and explained:

"In the future, listen more and listen more and talk less, and don't act casually. You are still... a little smaller, learn more from your wife. You must read carefully, listen carefully, think carefully, and then break it apart, crush it, and taste it carefully. Okay, you have been tired for a day, so go down and rest."

Lin Hongjian shrank, opened his mouth, but did not dare to speak. He carefully sued and went out to the yard for some reason and rested.

The coffin of the old concubine Wen was stopped in the royal palace for seven days. When it was chosen for auspicious time, she moved to the northern temple of Hangu Temple on Yushan like a snowy sea and silver mountain.

After leaving the palace, everything along the way was arranged by the Ministry of Rites. Li Qing leaned tiredly on the big pillow in the car, half-closed her eyes to nourish her spirit. The green artemisia carefully took out the cup from the warm blue she carried with her, and handed it to Li Qing with both hands.

"Madam, the soup is about to be cold."

Li Qing nodded, sat up slowly, took the red fruit soup from the Green Artemisia, drank it in one sip, pressed the corner of his mouth with the cotton veil in his hand, and said with a bitter face:

"This fruit can be sour even if it is made into soup!"

Green Artemisia pursed her lips and smiled,

"Mrs. I have been working day and night these days. My aunt told me that the soup should be boiled more strongly. If it is boiled, it will naturally be more sour. My wife will take medicine."

"How can my medicine be so unpalatable?"

Li Qing smiled and retorted, Green Artemisia breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes bent, she smiled and carefully put the cover cup in, turned to look at Li Qing's face, and smiled and suggested:

"Why do I wait for the lady to go out with my clothes outside first, and the lady lie down and rest. During the next road festival, I will wake up the lady."

"No, it's a few dozen miles away, ninety-nine road sacrifices, so where can I rest? I'll just take a rest in a slant."

Green Artemisia nodded, took a thin blanket of plain white cheesecloth, and covered Li Qing's leg.

It was not until dusk that the white team entered Bei Temple, settled the coffin of the old concubine Wen and went to the sacrifice. It was already the time for Xu to come. Li Qing held Green Artemisia's hand and left Feng'an Hall. The cold night wind blew, Li Qing shivered gently. Green Artemisia hurriedly reached out to wrap her in a white cotton cloak. Li Qing grabbed the cloak, wrapped herself tightly, and whispered gently:

"I'm fine, let's go back."

Several mothers were carrying lanterns in front of them. The mothers and the little girls surrounded Li Qing and walked along the corridor towards Yushan Villa.

King Ping slowly walked to the gate of Feng'an Hall, looking at Li Qing, who was wearing a thick dress in Jingchai and a snow-white mourning clothes, leaned on the girl with some force, slowly drifting away. His heart, which had been filled with pain these days, suddenly became blank and empty.

Ding put his steps harder, walked up from behind, bowed his body, and whispered respectfully:

"Master?"

King Ping's face was cold and turned to look at Ding Yi. Ding Yi hurriedly continued to report:

"Report, my wife just ordered me to wait for me to rest for a while. My wife went back to the farm to pack up her things and came to stay with me."

Ping Wang's expression slowed down slightly, Ding Yi carefully looked at Ping Wang's expression and continued to say:

"Madam Zheng said that the lady couldn't sleep well for several days and nights. She has never had a bite of rice since last night. She said she couldn't eat it. She relied on red fruit soup these days. "

Ding Yi glanced at Pingwang nervously, half-down his eyes, and continued with a calm voice:

"Our ancestors have already been safe. Why not go back to the village to rest tonight? These days, I will not eat or sleep like this. If I get tired of my body, I will... I am the most important thing in state affairs."

Ding Yi's voice fell down worriedly. King Ping half lowered his eyes, nodded slowly, turned around, and walked slowly towards Zhuangzi with his hands behind his back.

Ding Yi's eyes flashed with joy, and he waved his hand to signal Wu Tian and other servants and black-clothed guards, surrounded King Ping and walked along the bluestone road to Yushan Villa. Ding Yi followed King Ping, his eyes flashed and thought, took a few steps forward, and reported carefully:

"Master, why don't I go to the farm first and say to my wife, so that my wife will not rush over again."

Ping Wang stopped, nodded, thought for a while, and ordered:

"Tell my wife, clean up the front yard study and rest there in the evening."

Ding bowed and agreed, took a few steps back, and jumped into Zhuangzi and shot quickly.

Li Qing had just entered the house and before she could sit firmly, Ding Yi followed him in. After hearing Ding Yi's report, Li Qing frowned slightly impatiently. Ding Yi looked at Li Qing's face carefully and explained with a smile:

"I have asked the servant several times along the way, saying that the wife is weak and has always been worried that the wife is too tired. The wife has been with her for not eating or sleeping these days. The mother is even more worried about the wife, afraid that the wife will be exhausted. Now the ancestor has given me peace. The wife advised her to eat something, and the wife himself must force herself to eat something no matter what. The mother said..."

Ding Yi looked at Li Qing, and saw that her expression seemed to be relieved, and then said:

"I said he just rested in this study outside, close to the wife."

Li Qing nodded tiredly.

"You have worked hard too. These days, it's all thanks to you and Madam Zheng who are busy all day and night. This funeral is handled so well. Thank you."

A trace of warmth flashed in Ding's eyes, and he hurriedly bowed to thank him. Li Qing waved his hand.

"No need to be polite, you should go back and rest quickly."

Ding Yi agreed, sued his back, retreated respectfully, stood at the door of the inner courtyard and thought for a while, then turned around and went to the wing next to him to look for Madam Zheng.

Madam Zheng and his men were cleaning up the study room of the inner courtyard. Prince Ping slowly walked into the yard. Madam Zheng walked over steadily, bent her knees at the entrance of the yard to greet Prince Ping, and led him into the inner courtyard.

King Ping stood at the entrance of the inner courtyard, stopped, hesitated for a while, and asked slowly:

"Madam, have you rested?"

"Reply to the master's words, just now, Manager Ding came to pass on his words. The lady ordered him to wait until he came back before setting up a meal. She lay down and rested for a while. Just when the servant came out, the lady fainted and fell asleep."

Ping Wang stood there for a moment, turned around and walked two steps towards the study room in the front yard, stopped again, turned around and walked towards the main room, Madam Zheng hurriedly followed, and Ping Wang raised his hand to stop her,

"Don't have to follow in and wait."

Madam Zheng stopped, anxious and worried, watching Prince Ping lift up the curtain and enter the main house.

Li Qing was curled up on the kang on the east wing, wrapped tightly in a snow-white cheesecloth quilt, and his hands and feet were curled up as cold as the cold. Ping Wang walked to the kang and stood there gently, looking down at the soft black hair scattered in the middle of the snow-white cheesecloth on the kang, and the palm-sized face that was almost as pale as the snow-white cheesecloth. In a few days, his lips were so light that they were almost bloodless. The thick eyelashes seemed to be darker and longer. They were silent as if they had broken their wings. She was so quiet that she seemed to be breathless, she didn't breathe!

Ping Wang's heart suddenly cracked, and his eyes widened in fear. His fingers trembled slightly under Li Qing's nose. A faint warm breath wrapped around his fingertips little by little. Ping Wang calmed down in one breath, and the leader became dizzy, and his body collapsed softly on the edge of the kang.

Ping Wang supported his hands on the edge of the kang. After a while, he picked up Li Qing's veil from the kang and slowly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He had been too sad these days and had lost his mind. She knew him, and only she knew him the best, so she asked someone to explain to Li Ren like that. Ping Wang turned his head and looked at the little man wrapped in white on the kang in a daze. She was so beautiful, so beautiful that it seemed like an illusion.

Ping Wang hesitated and uncertainly, stretched out his hand to stroke the black hair scattered around, and carefully grabbed it and held it in the palm of his hand. Ping Wang held the black hair all over his hands, sat blankly for a long time before he let go of his hand as if he woke up from his dream, stood up slowly, lowered his head, stared at the silent Li Qing with warm eyes for a while before turning around and leaving the room.

Madam Zheng stood at the door waiting, becoming more and more anxious and uneasy. The prince had been in for most of the time, but there was no movement inside! Madam Zheng pursed her lips tightly, desperately suppressing the anxiety and uneasiness in her heart, and stared at the curtains of the east wing with her eyes wrong.

Ping Wang lowered his head, lifted the curtain, walked out slowly, and walked out of the main house door. Ping Wang stopped, turned around, stared at Madam Zheng, his voice slightly lowered, and with dissatisfaction, he blamed Madam Zheng:

"Mrs. I was asleep faintly, and there was not even a person to serve me! You grew up serving my wife since I was a child. Why did you become so careless? Don't you know the lady's body? From now on, if you don't rest in this room, you can't have anyone left behind! Even if the lady is asleep, someone should be careful to serve me. If there is not enough staff, you can find Ding Yi and pick some little girls in and call me!"

Madam Zheng breathed a long sigh from the bottom of her heart, hurriedly bowed down, and agreed respectfully:

"I have taught you a lesson. I know you are wrong. Please forgive me! I will make arrangements now."

King Ping said "um" and followed Madam Zheng's guidance and went into the study next to him.
Chapter completed!