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At this time, she was sitting on the ground with her calves bent, as if she didn't care about the dirt on the ground, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and grabbed the dragon coffin with the other, and began to cry.

Zhao Rong only saw this young widow standing at the peak of Dali's power, with trembling shoulders, covering his mouth and wiping tears.

Beside her, the little emperor was also infected by her words and deeds, crying, "Don't hurt the queen mother"...

All the officials cried and knelt down, and even Li Mingyi, who was always majestic and calm, knelt on his knees with a sad expression on his face.

Some ministers with white beard and hair, who looked very senior, had even more exaggerated expressions. Some of them were about to fight for the ground with their heads, crying and hitting the pillars.

In the main hall, the wailing sounds of "Xiandi" and "Wow woo woo" resounded through the air.

Zhao Rong's respectful and quiet worship was over.

At this moment, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but glanced left and right at this somewhat noisy scene, wondering if he would have to howl a little bit, just to make sense of it.

Everyone is working so hard, and he has to say a few words about whether he is up or down.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be an insult to everyone's efforts to create this atmosphere?

It's just that Zhao Rong tried hard to brew for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out tears.

He suddenly thought for no reason... It would be great if Xiaoqian'er was here, she is the best at pretending to cry and act pitiful, she has been like this since she was a child, so speaking of it, women still have this talent...

At this time, behind the crowd, Zhao Rong covered his mouth with his fist and coughed lightly.

But fortunately, after entering the Hall of Suspended Spirits, he kept a low profile, lagging behind the crowd, and didn't stand in the front. Otherwise, with his faceless appearance, wouldn't everyone in the audience be so embarrassed that they scratched their feet?

When I was young, the howling finally gradually ended.

There is a string girl who wants to help the sad Dugu beside the dragon coffin, but she shakes her head and pushes her away.

"Hey, send His Majesty back first, he still has to go to the imperial study to study with the gentlemen, the others should leave too, let... let the Ai family stay with the late emperor..."

The string music left the girl to lead the decree, to help the little emperor.

Li Mingyi and all the officials also bid farewell one after another, exiting in an orderly manner.

Zhao Rong also got up and left with the crowd.

His ears were sharp, and he heard the admiration and emotion of many Confucian scholars and civil officials in the crowd.

"The empress is really pure and virtuous, she has the demeanor of a virtuous queen from ancient times..."

"It's clear that there is still something wrong with it. It's really a blessing from the late emperor to have my mother to listen to the government and assist the young emperor in Dali..."

"Yes, yes, the empress and your majesty come here every day, it is a sad and painful experience. I will never forget the late emperor. He was so pure and filial. He moved the heavens and the earth. With his filial piety, he touched all the people. All the people in my land admire..."

Some old officials stroked their beards and sighed, they only said that they would swear to be loyal to the Empress Dowager and Her Majesty to the death, and all the officials around agreed.

Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and glanced at the back of the man in the boa robe who was walking in the front of the crowd, but couldn't see his expression at this time, and how he reacted after hearing these words.

The young scholar smiled.

At this time, he had already stepped out of the hall.

At the door, Zhao Rong couldn't help turning his head, and finally took a look at the young queen mother lying on the ground next to the dragon coffin in the main hall.

From a distance, after everyone left, she seemed to stand up with the coffin in her arms. She was dressed in a snow-white filial piety close-fitting, and she was indeed extremely beautiful...

However, Zhao Rong didn't think much about the widow's bad taste, but thought about other things.

From the point of view, the Dugu clan brought the young emperor, the orphan and the widow to control the power, and the most important cornerstone of this right is indeed the "righteous righteousness".

Before coming to Hanjing, Zhao Rong still had some doubts. How could Li Mingyi and Zhou Dufu, two high-quality warriors who were comparable to Jindan monks and held military power, reach a triangular balance of power with a woman who has no power to restrain a chicken? And it was also subtly suppressed.

What he saw and heard at this moment made him understand a lot.

Regardless of whether the relationship between the orphan and widow is true or not, as long as they keep the gift of filial piety, the two high-quality warriors who can be suppressed will not move, regardless of whether they have the heart to rebel...

This is righteousness, and this is taking advantage of the situation.

The young pretty widow in the main hall is obviously a good hand at taking advantage of the situation.

As for Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu, as for Linlu Academy, she also borrowed her power through etiquette.

Now this Feng Chan Grand Ceremony is a big gamble, if you win, the Dugu Clan and the Young Emperor will gain great power, as for the loss...

Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't think about it any more.

Nothing to do with him.

He brought his classmates here, and he also has his own mission and goals.

Zhao Rong is an outsider in Lidi, and there is no friendship entanglement... Well, it seems that there is an extra Su Qingdai now, but her matter seems to have been resolved.

Looking at it now, he will not stand in line foolishly and get involved in the vortex of all forces in Dali.

Not to mention being Dugu's knife.

On the contrary, Zhao Rong also acted in a wild drama with outstanding acting skills, playing the role of a greedy and lustful Confucian scholar, jumping left and right, slashing all three forces in Dali, and bleeding...

At this time, on the steps of the main hall, the crowd was at the rear.

Just when Zhao Rong stopped and looked back, a short figure approached when he was distracted.

"Mr. Zhao, what are you looking at?"

It's the little emperor who is going back to the imperial study to study, he said curiously.

Zhao Rong immediately turned around and bowed first: "Your Majesty."

Then, he glanced at the little emperor's immature and innocent face, and couldn't help but twitch his mouth... I was looking at your mother, um, not cursing...

"The late emperor died young, and I am mourning and grieving."

Zhao Rong sighed slightly and nodded seriously.

The little emperor's heart was warm, he took a step forward, and said sincerely: "Mr. Zhao, please don't be too sad, it will easily hurt your body, just like the Queen Mother."

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty."

At this time, the little emperor was followed by a large group of people, among them, besides the maids and guards, there were also two stringed music girls sent by the Dugu clan, besides that, there was a familiar figure of Zhao Rong.

Zhao Rong couldn't help but cast a glance at the thin and respectful censor behind the little emperor.

I saw him outside the palace gate in the morning.

At this time, the thin censor was also staring at Zhao Rong intently, with a calm expression.

Seemingly seeing Zhao Rong's gaze, the little emperor smiled and warmly introduced Zhao Rong.

"Mr. Zhao, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zhang Huizhi, who is now the censor of Yushitai. Half a month ago, he was hired by my mother as a lecturer in my study. Now he is my teacher of Confucian classics." one of the teachers."

……

After everyone left, the Tingling Hall was empty and lonely.

A dragon coffin was quietly placed in the center.

A woman in white clothes covered with a snow-white veil was lying half prone on the ground beside the coffin.

The huge dragon coffin makes her soft body smaller and smaller.

The slender waist is full of grip, and the figure is unparalleled.

Even if it is covered with a light veil, it still cannot cover a certain kind of light.

With this pretty widow here, the slightly dark hall seems to be brighter.

At this time, half of her face was exposed, with a pair of charming and majestic phoenix eyes, because of the rainy pear blossoms and the red tails of the eyes, they looked extraordinarily charming.

Especially the posture of the widow lying on the ground, weak and helpless as if she had lost her backbone.

When any man sees this, his first impulse is probably to rush forward and hold her in his arms, to love and cherish her...

At this moment, when the sound of footsteps outside the hall faded away, only one person and one coffin remained in the hall.

Dugu suddenly stood up lightly.

He lowered his eyes and glanced at the gray sleeves and dress.

She frowned slightly, and walked directly towards the back of the palace, where a bookish young girl in palace attire stood with her head down, looking at the ground.

The girl didn't look sideways.

Dugu frowned and stretched out his hand.

Cardamom handed over the wet and hot white towel in her hand.

The young widow covered in white gauze carefully wiped her jade hands with a white towel, and left with her chin slightly raised.

Before his figure disappeared around the corner, she turned her head slightly and glanced at the noble dragon coffin in the center of the hall behind her.

The eyes are flat.

And indifferent.

This is not cold-blooded indifference, but the kind... the indifference in which women are superior and don't care about men.

……

"...Mr. Zhao, like you, Mr. Zhang is also a scholar who was born in an academy, but Mr. Zhang is from another Siqi Academy... Lin Lu and Siqi are both holy places for students in Wangquezhou to study... Zhao Mr. Zhang, you are all talented and outstanding among them.

"When my father was alive, I highly valued Mr. Zhang, and later my mother also respected Mr. Zhang...My mother often told me that Mr. Zhang is an upright official, a man of integrity, has a strong ability to manage affairs, and is upright...It was specially reserved by my father. To my ministers of the country."

On the square not far from the main hall, the little emperor was walking while introducing to Zhao Rong the emaciated censor behind him.

Zhang Huizhi... Your father kept yours?No wonder the official position is so low, waiting for you to promote Shi En... Zhao Rong nodded slightly.

Glanced at the latter.

"Brother Zhang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He smiled slightly, and Zhang Huizhi also nodded, but he just bowed his hands and saluted without replying.

An unsmiling and serious look.

Zhao Rong didn't care either.

The little emperor seemed to be in a good mood today.

Zhao Rong glanced.

Right now, they're on their way.

Zhao Rong has figured out that the little emperor has no heart, he is a little naive, but he seems a little afraid of the queen mother and the emperor's uncle.

But he found it interesting that such a young man with a sensitive mind and always caring about other people's attitudes.

For some reason, Zhao Rong got a little closer.

And the little emperor also admires Mr. Zhao, who is extremely talented.

Seeing that he talks freely and freely, there is not much difference between the monarch and his ministers, I just feel like a spring breeze and feel much more relaxed.

In addition, at the dinner party last night, the two had a tacit hand touching.

Ever since, the two monarchs and ministers, one big and one small, can chat very well.

People or things around secretly looked sideways, or were surprised in their hearts.

Zhang Huizhi glanced at the two people who were chatting, but didn't interrupt.

Zhao Rong didn't move his eyes, but he also felt that Zhang Yushi was looking at him, which seemed a little strange.

He didn't move his expression at the moment, but kept a thought in his heart.

At this time, the little emperor seemed to be in a hurry to go back, walking quite fast.

A servant girl next to him advised him to go back to the palace in a sedan chair.

"The sedan chair is too slow, let's walk faster."

The little emperor turned around and ordered everyone to speak.

At this time, Zhao Rong and his group had already reached the end of the square, at the intersection of a branching alley.

The two sides are not on the same path.

We are going to separate.

The little emperor turned his head to look at Zhao Rong, with a bit of embarrassment on his face:

"Mr. Zhao, originally I wanted to invite you to sit in the imperial study, but today is a bit inconvenient... I have to go back to study first."

"Oh? It's okay." Zhao Rong glanced at the young man's embarrassing face, and shook his head, "Your Majesty is active in studying, which is the blessing of the Great Leaving Society."

The little emperor was a little embarrassed to be praised.