Mrs. Pan is dead! When he died, he left no words, only a smile. He reluctantly caressed Chen Guanlou's cheek with his hands, and finally put it down reluctantly. Chen Guanlou hugged her body tightly and did not come to his senses for a long time. After a long time, he finally let go. Let Dawang run errands and call Lu Datou. He gave Lu Datou a sum of money and asked Lu Datou to help buy a coffin, find a good cemetery, and bury Madam Pan. Lu Datou recognized Mrs. Pan. "She, she, isn't she that little widow? How dare you hide your beauty in the golden house all these years?" "Don't talk nonsense. Keep this a secret for me, don't make any noise." "I will definitely not tell anyone. But why is she here with you? It looks like she was poisoned to death." Chen Guanlou was very agitated. He sat in the corner and asked Lu Datou for tobacco leaves. He very patiently cut the tobacco leaves himself, took out a page of rice paper to wrap the tobacco leaves, rolled it into a simple cigarette, lit it, and took a skillful puff. .
That smell of smoke is a rush! He coughed repeatedly. After coughing, continue breathing. After taking a few puffs, he gradually fell in love with the rich smell of smoke. Lu Datou looked at this scene, "What difference does it make to smoke like this?" "It's cool!" he said. "I don't dare to follow your example. Smoking a cigarette wastes a page of rice paper. Rice paper costs money!" "If you can't bear to part with rice paper, you can just use toilet paper." "You just use toilet paper." Lu Datou cursed, and followed Chen Guanlou's example, cutting the tobacco leaves into shreds, wrapping them in rice paper, lighting them, and taking a deep puff. "There's no difference! But let's not talk about it, just holding the cigarette in your hand, in this position, is quite refreshing. Brother Chen, you can do it, you can come up with new tricks every time you smoke. Otherwise, You provide the materials, and I will roll cigarettes for you every day, and you only need to reward me with a few cigarettes, do you think that’s okay?” "Don't you usually get enough rewards from me?" "No less, no less. This is smoking. I can't afford such a delicate cigarette. It's shredded and rice paper. The tobacco leaves I brought today are not very good. I'll buy some high-quality tobacco leaves and cut them into shreds tomorrow. It definitely feels better. Brother Chen, you have a special style when you smoke. I'm not going to lie to you. Just sit there, put your legs up, smoke the cigarette, and blow out the smoke ring. You will beat me to it. ” Chen Guanlou listened to Lu Datou's flattering words and smiled noncommittally. "A lot of people have died in the capital recently, and I'm afraid there aren't enough coffins. Are you sure they can be delivered tonight?" "Brother Chen, don't worry. The person you ordered will be done for you even if I go to Daoshan. The person I'm looking for is in the funeral industry!" Lu Datou gestured with his thumb, "I'll tell you later. But do you really want to be buried here? Aren’t you afraid of being knocked over? Although it’s getting late, everyone is sleeping lightly these days, so why don’t we take the body out first?” "Okay! You go and arrange the carriage." Lu Datou got the order and got busy. Chen Guanlou took advantage of the fact that there was no one else in the room and checked Madam Pan, even her clothes. No hidden secrets or hidden notes were found. Could it be that he is overthinking. He was very sure that Mrs. Pan died. For such a long time, there was no breath at all. Even if he can pretend to be dead, can he still pretend to be dead for an hour or two? And the corpse gradually takes on the appearance of what it should be like after death. That is, death is real.
Mrs. Pan is really dead! He was a little melancholy and murmured softly, "I know it's impossible, but I still hope that you will lie to me again, come back to life secretly tomorrow, and reappear secretly in a year or two. Ha, what on earth am I thinking!" He’s really dead this time!” Lu Datou found a carriage, but Chen Guanlou didn't let him do anything. He personally carried Mrs. Pan's body into the carriage and headed to Yizhuang. The funeral directors have made preparations and the coffin is available. No matter how tight the goods are, as long as you pay enough, you can squeeze them out. Chen Guanlou gave the funeral director a sum of money and asked him to handle the funeral arrangements and find a good place to bury the body. He gave enough money, and the people at the funeral parlor promised to be satisfied. Lu Datou also said, "Brother Chen, don't worry, I will keep an eye on this until Mrs. Pan is buried. Do you want to find someone to cry to?" "No! She doesn't like hearing people cry." Chen Guanlou walked out of Yizhuang. In the middle of the night, the people in the Five Cities Military and Horse Division were very lazy, and the people in Jinyiwei were staying in the palace and had no time to go out to patrol the night. Therefore, when they went out on the street in the middle of the night, no one asked them, and the journey was smooth. If he really memorizes it, his identity badge will be enough to avoid most troubles when he encounters soldiers on night watch. The people in the funeral parlor are very particular about what they do, just like the jailers in the sky, they can do as many things as they charge. If you have less money, do it simply; if you have more money, do it grandly. The money given by Chen Guanlou was generous, and the funeral company spent all of its belongings on it and took care of it seriously. Lu Datou watched the whole process without slacking off at all, and even gave up his favorite gambling career for this. Chen Guanlou did not treat him badly and gave him a generous reward. After three days of rest, he was buried in the auspicious cave. On the day of the burial, there was a strong wind and the sky was overcast with flying sand and rocks, as if the sky was about to collapse. "I heard that the emperor is about to be elected." "It's ominous that it happens at this time!" "Is there something wrong with the new emperor chosen this time?" "Shh, you can't talk nonsense." Chen Guanlou listened to everyone's discussion with an indifferent expression. What does it matter if the sky breaks? It won't affect his work and food, nor will it affect his work. I personally confirmed that Madam Pan was buried in the ground. I think she won't be resurrected this time. A little disappointed. It turned out that she was really dead, not fake! The body was smelly, how could it be fake? The biggest regret is that Madam Pan didn't explain the identity of Boss Qi before she died. From what she said, Boss Qi has more than one identity. Maybe he doesn't have the surname Qi in front of others. This is interesting. After finishing the matter, Chen Guanlou worked as usual, and then he heard a shocking and incredible news that His Royal Highness the Prince of Zhong was poisoned and unconscious, and the imperial physician was helpless. The master was alarmed. Hearing that several masters in the palace also wanted to move. "Here it comes, here it comes!" Chen Guanlou's first reaction to the news was that the drama had finally begun. Xie Changling has been out of prison for such a long time, and there has been no news. It turns out that he has a hidden trick. If he doesn't make a move, it's fine. But once he makes a move, it's a big move.
Who is the biggest beneficiary of the poisoning of His Royal Highness Prince Zhong? Especially at the most sensitive and critical moment of the fight for the throne. On the surface, all the princes who are qualified to fight for the throne are suspects and beneficiaries. In fact, the biggest beneficiary is His Royal Highness Prince Zhong himself. Who would be so stupid to poison someone at this time? However, it cannot be ruled out that there are really princes and princes who take the risk of poisoning people, thinking that if all the competitors are dead, they can win. Such great wisdom exists at any time. But... that is the fight for the throne, the fight for the highest position and the greatest power. The contestants are surrounded by a bunch of counselors, and at the most critical moment, how could they make such a low-level mistake.
