The third lady didn't have much thought to pay attention to her daughter's inner envy and jealousy.
Now in recent years, the burden on her has become heavier and heavier, not to mention that she is pretentious, and she really can no longer take into account what her daughter is thinking in her heart. \ I had no choice but to use old words from before to persuade her.
Those truths that Wei Yuyou was tired of hearing had no effect at all.
Only the third lady said that Wei An was having a hard time and would be in trouble later.
She listened to all of them and looked forward to the fifth lady's return to Beijing wholeheartedly.
But before she could wait for Princess Changning to come back to Beijing to deal with Wei An, something happened to Wei An first.
The cause of the incident was that something happened during the Third Prince's Hundred Days Festival, and the Third Prince's coffin actually cracked.
His coffin was made of fine dark wood, and this should not happen under any circumstances.
Originally, there were a lot of things going on this year, and the death of the third prince seemed a bit inexplicable.
The rebel gang in Yunnan even tried to discredit Emperor Longqing by saying that Emperor Longqing was unkind and had been punished by the superiors, making him childless.
Now that something happened to the third prince's coffin, it will undoubtedly make people think more.
Emperor Longqing was very upset and lost his temper in the harem.
Empress Fang rubbed her belly and frowned, feeling very depressed: "These people are really worried that the world will not be in chaos."
If something happens sooner or later, something happens at this time.
The pain that had subsided in Emperor Longqing's heart was brought out again, making him very irritable.
Queen Fang gently shook his arm and said with some hesitation: "Actually, could this really be a celestial warning?"
It was rare for Emperor Longqing to lose his temper with her: "Even you are like those people who follow what others say.
What you mean is that I am unkind to you."
"What do you mean?"
Empress Fang calmly shook her head with some distress: "What I meant is that Ji'er is not willing to go."
Emperor Longqing frowned.
The death of the third prince was indeed unjust.
Empress Fang sat down holding her waist, looked at Emperor Longqing's face, and then continued: "After all, this child is already sixteen.
You have already ordered the Ministry of Rites to choose a concubine for him.
After the new year, he should have a prince and concubine.
Become a king" Emperor Longqing was not unhappy.
The third prince was his only son, and he had had countless hopes for him.
He held his head, touched his eyes, and said in a low voice after a while: "Yes, when the new year comes, he should have a prince and concubine, and it's time to leave the palace and build a mansion."
Empress Fang hummed, and lost no time in adding: "I just heard someone mention it a few days ago, saying that this child who died without getting married might be uneasy."
Emperor Longqing wanted to scold her for talking nonsense.
He has never believed in rumors about ghosts and gods.
Empress Fang then said: "Think about it, didn't the last emperor of the previous dynasty once dream that the Ancestral Temple was on fire and the mausoleum collapsed?
It can be seen that these things are not nonsense."
She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and advised him softly: "It's better to believe that this kind of thing happened than to believe that it didn't happen.
After all, Ji'er's age is really good."
She looked at Emperor Longqing with some unbearability: "Ji'er hasn't decided to get married yet.
Unlike the eldest prince and the second prince, why don't you just invite someone to ask?"
Emperor Longqing made no movement for a while.
He heard what Queen Fang meant.
This is because I want to choose a girl for the third prince to have a vaginal kiss.
However, although this matter has been around since ancient times, it has never been brought to the forefront.
Although this dynasty has not explicitly prohibited it, it is not popular either.
In addition, it is a troubled time at this time.
If someone is using it to make a fuss, I am afraid that it will be said that this is the sign of national subjugation.
He had not made up his mind, but something strange happened not long after.
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The palace where the third prince lived before his death always had strange noises, as if someone was crying late at night, which made people in the palace panic.
As soon as this happened, Emperor Longqing was extremely angry.
He didn't believe it was an innocent spirit that lingered and cried at night.
First there was the matter of the coffin, and then there was someone playing tricks on the third prince’s old palace.
He had a headache.
In the evening, after Empress Fang said she was scared again, he took a deep look at her.
She seemed to really hope that he would think that it was the third prince who was lonely underground and needed company.
She just didn't know who she wanted to go down and keep him company.
It was freezing cold, but Fengyi Palace was as warm as spring.
Turning around the eight carp and lotus screens, you could see Empress Fang's canopy bed made of red sandalwood and carved with grape patterns.
Emperor Longqing stood for a long time before coughing: " What’s there to be afraid of?”
He was actually very upset.
He knew what the two women in the palace wanted to do, but the key was, if he really did what they wanted, how would the world view him as the emperor?
Queen Fang put down the ginseng soup in her hand and looked at him with bright eyes: "It's not that I'm afraid, I just feel that Ji'er is pitiful down there alone."
Emperor Long Qing hummed thoughtfully, raised his chin and asked her: "Do you mean to give him a vaginal kiss?"
When he finally asked the question, he looked at Queen Fang steadily.
Queen Fang smiled: "I still mean that, why don't I invite someone to ask?"
Emperor Longqing lowered his head for a while, then finally hummed.
On December 19, Emperor Longqing ordered Master Zhang of Longhu Mountain to build a dojo for the third prince.
Zhang Zhenren did as he was told, saying that the third prince was uneasy underground and was afraid of causing trouble.
On December 21st, information about the snowstorm in Hunan was handed over.
The snowstorm killed more than 300 people in total.
One after another, some people began to suggest that a suitable woman should be chosen for the third prince according to Zhang Zhenren's suggestion.
Emperor Longqing was furious and refused, saying that it would hurt the evil bird.
On December 23, there was an accident on the official road in Shanxi, and heavy snow closed the mountains, causing many people on the road to be trapped and died.
The number of people playing in court gradually increased.
Concubine Feng listened to the report with a cold face, without even a trace of a smile on her face.
It's nothing.
Her son was already dead, and those people were supposed to die and should have gone down to accompany him.
She coughed, and her pale face had a sickly flush, maybe because the stove was too hot.
She asked Yun Niang, "Are you ready?"
It was just the beginning now, she had to make sure that Wei An would be buried with him.
Yun Niang hummed softly, and quickly brought a cup of ginseng soup to her: "Don't worry, there will be no mistakes.
The birthdays and birth dates have been handed over to Qin Tianjian, they know how to do it."
Concubine Feng raised her lips and nodded with a half-smile.
Yun Niang sighed: "This is her blessing.
She can go down and accompany the third prince."
Concubine Feng said nothing, frowned to signal Yun Niang to be silent, and asked in a cold voice, "Who is outside?"
Yun Niang frowned and was about to walk to the other side of the screen quickly when she saw Master Jingci, who had recently been staying in the palace to treat Concubine Feng, come out
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