Chapter 107

"I know you are in a hurry, and the mourner is in a hurry, but now it's not the time," sighed the empress dowager, and her eyes fell on the blue and white sky outside the window. She narrowed her eyes and said softly, "why did you make Mingwei the prince? Now why do you have to pull Mingwei down? Others do not know, but you must know, so at this time, chaos is not allowed. "

"But when will the queen mother wait?" Pang Yi frowned and said, "can we just drag on like this, and let the long live be suspicious and down-to-earth? Xu clan has been astringent for several decades. Is it safe to live long? If he is relieved, how can his highness have today? "

"In the end, the mourner is not dead, and he is not in a hurry. What's your hurry?" The Empress Dowager frowned and looked at Pang Yi. "They are all thirty years old, but they are still impatient and impatient. It seems that the barracks have been honed for more than ten years, but they have not made much progress."

"Pardon the queen!" Pang Yi was so busy that he kowtowed. "At last, he was just in a hurry. At the thought of his Highness's situation, he would not be able to live and eat safely. Please forgive the empress!"

"The mourner knows that the mourner is more restless than you. Mingwei is the heart and soul of the mourner," the Empress Dowager said in a cold, squinting voice. "But now, the heart and soul have been plucked out by the living."

Pang Yi looks at the killing on the Empress Dowager's face, pauses, and whispers: "I will hear later that this time the prince was abandoned, and concubine Zhao made a lot of efforts."

"Yes, how can such a thing be short of their Zhao family?" The Empress Dowager scoffed, "but they don't think about it. Without the Xu clan, wouldn't their Zhao clan become the heartache of the long live master? Ha ha, it's hard for them to work so hard to dig their own grave. "

Pang Yi hesitated: "but now, whether it's the former or the latter, Zhao's family really leads the way. The more stable Zhao's family is rooted, the more dangerous the situation of his highness will be..."

"So isn't that why the mourner called you into the palace?" The Empress Dowager took a sip of tea and said softly, "the matter of the former dynasty is beyond the care of the mourners and they don't want to, but the matter of the harem is still within the care of the mourners."

"I'll be dull at the end. Please show me." Pang Yi said.

"Go to Mount Wutai and pick her up." The Empress Dowager said softly.

As soon as Pang Yi's body froze, he slowly raised his head and looked up at the Empress Dowager: "but the empress dowager, your Highness has repeatedly stressed that without his order, you must never let her go down the mountain. You have promised your highness."

"Now, different from the past, Mingwei has fallen into such a field. Where else can he care?" The Empress Dowager sighed and picked up the string of Buddha beads on the small one again. She flicked it gently, "take her into the palace well. Xu family has raised her for so many years, and it's time for her to repay her kindness."

"Yes, I will." For a while, Pang Yi bit his teeth.

On the third day of August, the 32nd year of Jiasheng, ningguta.

When ah CHO and Zhong Mingwei had finished their breakfast, they heard a knock on the door outside. Ah Cho was too busy to come out and open the door. It was Uncle Chen who was coming. He also took two young people with him. Both of them had shovels, Wadao, hammer and other tools in their hands. Looking at their age, they were supposed to be primary school apprentices who learned skills from Uncle Chen.

"Uncle Chen, come in quickly," ah Chou asked Uncle Chen to come in with a smile. "Is it OK to find our place?"

"It's easy to find, just walk up a mountain road, and you're the only family here," said Chen Shudao, looking at the front main room, pointing to ah Chou and asking, "girl, which room are you going to build Kang in?"

"Oh, this one, this one," ah Chou asked Uncle Chen in a low voice, pointing to the big house in the West where Zhong Mingwei lived. "Uncle Chen, what's the price?"

"If you know Qingxuan, you won't be expensive," Chen Shudao said, comparing five fingers to ah Chou. "It's only five silver coins. How about that?"