Chapter 810 Lu Guinian

Royal study.

When Zhong Zhiheng returned to the imperial study, it was already dark, and he felt extremely tired, so the House of Internal Affairs came to report to him about the Empress Dowager's funeral. Let concubine Shu cooperate with the Sixth Palace, the imperial concubine and the queen mother died one after another, there must be someone in charge of the harem, and the most suitable person with status and qualifications must be Concubine Shu.

After explaining these things, Zhong Zhiheng sent someone to call Jiang Bairen into the palace.

"Empress Zhenxian was pregnant back then, and the person who took care of Empress Zhenxian's body was Lu Guinian, the previous imperial physician. Now go and check this Lu Guinian for me." Zhong Zhiheng ordered in a deep voice.

Jiang Boren hesitated and said: "I want to report to the Lord Long Live, I heard that Imperial Physician Lu passed away more than 20 years ago."

What Jiang Boren said was right. After the death of Empress Zhenxian, Lu Guinian retired and returned home, and died of illness at home within a few years. Zhong Zhiheng even gave him a funeral fee, but now that he thinks about it, Zhong Zhiheng finds it strange. Why didn't Lu Guinian, who was a good son, not be the head of the imperial hospital, but returned home when he was in his prime? Why did Lu Guinian, who was always in good health, die just a few years after he resigned from office? He hadn't thought about this before, but now that he thought about it, he was covered in cold sweat.

"Go and find out for me, who he knew before he was alive, who he made friends with, who he was acquainted with in the capital before, and who is suspicious among his relatives and friends, go and find out for me!" Zhong Zhiheng bit tooth path.

"Yes, my subordinate obeys." Jiang Boren bowed to accept the order in a hurry, and then retreated.

What the Empress Dowager said at the time of her death seemed to have pierced Zhong Zhiheng's heart with a sharp knife, and it just hit the place he was least willing to touch for many years.

If the Queen Mother is right, then...

Zhong Zhiheng didn't dare to think about it, he was so busy that he reached out to pick up the teacup on the dragon table, and drank the herbal tea in it in one gulp, probably because he drank too anxiously, before he had time to put down the teacup, he kept coughing It didn't stop, the spurted tea wet the front of the bright yellow dragon robe.

"Long Live Lord, what's the matter with you?" Zhao Ruhai heard the commotion outside, and hurriedly came in through the curtain. As soon as he saw this posture, he took a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Zhiheng's body, and hurriedly said, "They are all slaves." No mistake, this servant is going to make a new cup of tea for Long Live Lord."

Zhong Zhiheng pushed Zhao Ruhai away a little irritably, then hurried to the dragon case, took out a brush from the pen holder, and scribbled on the paper.

"Long Live Lord, drink some tea to soothe your throat, you must be exhausted this day." Zhao Ruhai came in with the freshly brewed tea, just in time to watch Zhong Zhiheng put down the brush in his hand.

"Ruhai, tell the guards to come here." Zhong Zhiheng put his handwritten letter into the envelope with his head down, and sealed it himself with wax. Seeing Zhao Ruhai bowed and retreated, Zhong Zhiheng suddenly stopped him, "No need, You directly declare Ma Zhiming to come to see me."

"Yes, I obey." Zhao Ruhai bowed and retreated in a hurry.

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"My subordinates have met the Lord Long Live, and respectfully greet my emperor!" Ma Zhiming hurried to the imperial study room, so busy that he bowed to Zhong Zhiheng.

"Zhiming, I want you to go to Ninggu Pagoda in person," Zhong Zhiheng said slowly, and while walking out from behind the dragon case, he handed the letter to Ma Zhiming. If I don't attend the funeral, I don't feel at ease when others go, but I have to go in person, so I can be at ease."

"But Lord Long Live, from the capital to Ninggu Pagoda, it will take at least three months to go back and forth, and my subordinates have heard that King An's legs and feet are inconvenient, so it may be slower, I am afraid..." Ma Zhiming looked "I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with the Empress Dowager's funeral."

According to the ancestral system of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the Empress Dowager died and died for eighty-eight days.