Chapter 23 Arrangement
But in another time and space, Princess Gong was indeed killed.

When the emperor received the news of Zhu Youdun's death, considering that he had repeatedly written letters to the emperor refusing to be buried alive with his father, he decided to follow his will and ordered the childless princesses and wives in the Zhou Palace not to be buried alive with his father.

When the imperial edict arrived at Prince Zhou's palace, the bodies of Princess Gong and the six wives were already cold.

As soon as King Zhou died, Zhu Youjue ordered Queen Gong and six wives to die with him according to the imperial decree.

Because this was the ancestral system, even though Zhu Youjue was a little fast, the emperor and the court did not blame him. They could only sigh and posthumously confer titles on the princess and six wives.

However, Pan Yun thought that compared to posthumous titles, they definitely wanted to live more.

Seeing King Zhou looking at the cat in her hand with suspicion, Pan Yun quietly poked its belly with her finger, [Speak human language. ]

Pan Xiaohei: "Meow - if I could speak human language with a cat, would I still need to cling to you?"

King Zhou met the black cat's glass-like eyes and was distracted for a moment. When the cat looked away, he suddenly reacted. A light flashed in his eyes, and when he looked at Pan Yun again, he was much more serious: "I believe you, my friend. Please take a seat."

Pan Yun: …

She also looked down at the black cat in her arms, [What did you do just now? ]

Pan Xiaohei himself was curious. Didn’t he just subconsciously say something to Pan Jun?

Is it...

Pan Yun and Pan Xiaohei looked at King Zhou with sharp eyes. Could it be that he also had the ability to communicate with all things?

Pan Jun stared at his chest, wanting to know how many orifices his heart had, or what other talents and abilities he had.

She opened her mouth, suppressed the urge to ask, and finally didn't ask.

Isn’t Tao Ji also curious about her spells and talents?

However, it is basically not mentioned, which shows that people at that time were very shy about it.

Pan Yun kept reminding herself in her heart, be polite, be polite, there is a long way to go, there is a long way to go...

So he sat back on the stool.

King Zhou lived his whole life. What kind of people had he not seen?
Pan Yun's past and present lives were all lived in a very simple environment. In his past life, from birth to death, he stayed in school, just a clear-eyed and stupid graduate student.
In this life, she never leaves the house and has few opportunities to play tricks.

The most recent time was a battle of wits and courage with Xuanmiao and Tao Ji.

Although there was not much expression on her face at this time, her eyes seemed to be able to speak, and King Zhou guessed it at a glance.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter, and he even took the initiative to mention, "People who are about to die may be able to feel different things. Look at it, I feel it."

Although he was about to die, the King of Zhou was not troubled by this. Instead, he felt calm and at ease.

He had been ill for too long. If he had struggled a bit in the early stages of his illness, in the end, he had already laid down and decided to submit to fate.

He will die when destiny has him die.

He just needs to do his best.

After thinking it through, King Zhou could feel more things.

Especially since he had experienced a life-threatening crisis three years ago, when he woke up, he had a much clearer view of the world. He could more directly feel the true thoughts of the people around him towards him.

There are all kinds of emotions, including resentment, hatred, love, reluctance and calculation.

Just like the little girl in front of me.

Maybe she really has psychic powers, but he still sensed a calculating aura from her, very faint but present.

What did the child want to exchange with him?

"Please give me some advice, my friend. What can I do to avoid the people in my palace being buried alive?"

Pan Yun held the black cat and deduced based on his limited knowledge, and felt that there was a great possibility.

The current emperor is a 15-year-old boy. He listens to one side only, appoints people based on personal connections, and responds to soft words rather than hard ones. Therefore, begging is more effective than submitting a formal memorial.

Although she hated him and Wang Zhen with all her might, Pan Yun still said, "Your Highness should write a letter of prayer to the emperor himself, and then go to Wang Zhen in the name of the princess with a large sum of money, asking him to speak in his favor. This will make 80% of the matter a success, and the remaining 20% ​​will depend on God's will."

King Zhou's face darkened, his chest rising and falling, "Wang Zhen... How can Your Majesty be controlled by a eunuch?"

Pan Yun said calmly: "The emperor loves Wang Zhen, so we have no choice but to do this."

The King of Zhou was unwilling to do so. Wouldn't this be aiding and abetting Zhou's evil deeds and simply giving Wang Zhen prestige?

When something happens in the future, he will be mentioned in history books.

Seeing that the King of Zhou was not happy, Pan Yun said, "Then you should write a letter of impending death, and see if our emperor is soft-hearted enough."

The King of Zhou agreed with this method, called his attendant, and wrote the letter himself.

But he had been ill for a long time and hadn't held a pen for a long time. At this time, his hand was shaking when he held the pen. He had to try very hard to write, and the strokes were still a little shaky.

King Zhou took a look at it and wanted to throw it away and ask someone to write it for him.

However, Pan Yun thought this was a good idea as it would convince the young emperor that his great-uncle was really seriously ill and dying.

King Zhou wrote a letter very logically, but Pan Yun thought that he was not writing it right. She put herself in the role of the little emperor and felt that it would be difficult to impress him with this letter, so she simply took up the pen and wrote it for him, and then asked King Zhou to copy it.

King Zhou: ...

He read Pan Yun's letter and frowned. "Nonsense! This letter is incoherent and full of nonsense. Since it says that I am devoted to cultivation and I like peace and quiet and I don't want the princesses and ladies to disturb me, how can it be said that I have deep feelings for them and can't bear to have them buried alive with me? And then it says that the people are suffering and hardship and I really can't bear to have my family members and servants suffer the pain of being buried alive with me. Which of the three reasons is that?"

Pan Yun: “Both.”

King Zhou: "But these two contradict each other. Which one do you want the emperor to believe?"

Pan Yun: "He will believe both of them."

"Impossible!" Is the emperor a fool?
Pan Yun looked at King Zhou and sighed, "Your Highness, you write zaju, so you naturally focus on logic, but we kids don't read that, we focus more on emotions.

This article is full of your love, love for yourself, love for your wife, and sympathy for the people. The emperor is a man of love, and he will understand you. "

King Zhou expressed doubt.

Finally, Pan Yun took a step back and said, "How about this? You copy it first, and then seal both letters and send them to the palace. Deliver my letter first. If the emperor is angry or it is useless, then deliver yours."

"No," Zhou Wang felt that this letter was a disgrace to his career and made him look like an unprofessional script writer, so he said, "Hand over mine first. If it's useless, hand over the one you wrote for me."

Pan Yun calculated secretly, his eyes lit up slightly, and nodded: "Okay, but I have a few words to tell the person who delivers the letter."

King Zhou looked into her sparkling eyes and agreed.

So the attendant went to find King Zhou's confidant, and King Zhou took up the pen and copied the letter.

When I finished writing, my confidant was already waiting there.

Pan Yun sealed the two letters, marked them differently, and gave them to his confidant, instructing him: "Send the first letter first. If there is no reply in two days, ask the chief secretary to send the second letter. Say that the prince is critically ill and unconscious. The Zhou Palace has prepared the funeral. This is the last letter the prince sent before he fell into a coma."

The confidant was stunned and looked at King Zhou behind her.

The attendant could not help but scold, "How dare you!"

King Zhou's eyes were full of excitement, and he said to his attendant, "Just put it this way, tell the Chief Secretary that I was already at the end of my life when you set out, and my time is running out. You should leave now and take your men to catch up with the Chief Secretary."

The confidant agreed, took the letter, and went there immediately.

King Zhou was still not satisfied. He often instructed others in acting, but this was the first time he acted on stage himself, and especially the first time he acted with his own life and death in mind.

Alas, if he had known that it was possible to play like this, he should have started playing it two years earlier.

King Zhou and Pan Yun looked at each other and both felt like they had met a close friend.

Pan Yun stayed with King Zhou, while Zhu Zijin went to the guest house and asked Tao Ji and Xuan Miao to stay and treat King Zhou, giving him a chance to thank them for saving Zhu Tongqie.

Anyway, it’s all about building relationships and keeping people.

Tao Ji and Xuan Miao looked at each other. They had already cast their votes, so they agreed without hesitation.

Zhu Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, looked around and asked, "Where is Taoist Priest Pan? My son has been thinking about her, so he just returned home and was frightened. In the future, please ask the Taoist Priest to accompany him more and comfort him. Otherwise, let them play together in the future."

Play with kids?

No, no, no, Pan Yun’s playmates are people of their age. Playing with children, that’s playing with children, right?

Tao Ji raised the corner of his mouth and said gently: "She should be in the main courtyard of King Zhou now, right?"

Zhu Zijin was stunned, and quickly stood up to say goodbye and hurried to the main courtyard.

The King of Zhou was in poor spirits and was drowsy most of the time. He had trouble sleeping, so he hated noise the most.

Young Taoist priest, please don’t disturb King Zhou.

Zhu Zijin was stopped by the princess's men halfway through his walk, "My Lord, the princess wants to discuss something with you."

Zhu Zijin could only turn around and go to the princess.

Gu was still breastfeeding her child, so she didn't bring the child over. The princess's yard was empty and not very crowded.

Zhu Zijin knew that this was because she had sent away many of the servants, and now there were only a few servants left around her.

When Gong saw him, she handed him a few indentures and said, "I wanted to release Xinniang and the others as well, so that they wouldn't... But life outside is hard, and I'm worried that they won't have a good time outside.

Since the prince has registered you back under our name, you can take these indentures. If I follow your father in the future, you can keep them to serve you and give them a place to settle down."

Zhu Zijin was stunned, and quickly knelt down and said, "Mother, why do you say that? Since I am registered under my parents' name, I am your child. I will definitely take care of you until the end of your life."

They did not dare to speak frankly about the matter of burial alive, for fear that someone would hear it and report them to the higher authorities for harboring resentment.

Zhu Zijin felt that the matter of the princess's burial alive had come to a conclusion, but the princess was more cautious than he was.

Her eyes were slightly red as she said, "Good child, I know your intentions, but the world is unpredictable, nothing is fixed, and no one knows whether things will go smoothly. Take this indenture first, and remember that I don't need maids and servants to be buried with me. You should take good care of them in the future. If... you can give the indenture to them and let them go on their own."

Zhu Zijin agreed while crying.

　The ten lucky numbers for this chapter are numbers ending in 4, as evidenced by the screenshots. The screenshot deadline is before the next chapter is released.

　　(End of this chapter)