Chapter 888 (1/2)

Emperor Jiahe died, and Xu Jin didn't even have time to remember him. He was so busy that he didn't find Fu Rong for three days.

Fu Rong had already moved into Fengyi Palace at the back of Chongzheng Hall. She was the queen. She followed the Empress Dowager and led the women in the inner room to keep the spirits. She was very busy, busy and tired. At first, she had a little tears. Later, she was so frustrated that she could not miss the emperor. She had to wipe something to make her tears.

The transition between the old and the new is the most likely to cause chaos. Xu Jin didn't have time to come over, but he asked elder brother Lin to live in Fengyi Palace first. A Pei and a Xuan were still young and followed Fu Rong all the time.

”Mother, my leg hurts.” This day kneeling spirit comes back, elder brother son bitter small face to complain to mother.

Fu Rong's knee hurt, so he understood his son's meaning. He took the little guy to the warm couch and rolled up his trouser legs. He saw that his knees were all blue, and he still had knee pads inside. Fu Rong was not afraid of the pain, but he loved his son. He took the Quyu cream handed by Mei Xiang, unscrewed the lid of the box and put it aside. He dug the ointment to help his son daub the medicine. ”Brother Gu can bear it again. In a few days, the emperor's grandfather will be buried.”

”What is burial?” he didn't understand

Fu Rong gently smeared the medicine and explained in a soft voice in his dazed eyes: ”the emperor's grandfather built an imperial mausoleum for himself before he went to heaven. Now that the emperor's grandfather is gone, his coffin is going to be moved to the imperial mausoleum, which is called burial.”

Brother Gu has known that the emperor's grandfather has gone to heaven these days, and he will never see him again. When he grows up, he can't see the eagle. Tears turn in the Phoenix's eyes. As soon as the tears are about to fall, he suddenly sees a Xuan crawling behind his mother's back to grab the lid of the box. He forgets to cry, ”mother, look at ah Xuan!”

Fu Rong turned his head.

A Xuan has caught the lid of the box in her hand. She is just about to put it into her mouth when Mei Xiang stops her with a smile.

Fu Rong pretended to be anxious to persuade his daughter: ”ah Xuan doesn't eat. This is bitter and not delicious.”

A Xuan stares at her mother carefully. Maybe the smell of the ointment is too good. The little girl quickly confirms that her mother is lying. She pushes Mei Xiang's hand away and continues to deliver it to her mouth.