Chapter 492

Pan Niangzi died!

When she died, she didn't leave a word, only leaving a smile, her hands lingeringly stroking Chen Guanlou's cheek, and finally putting it down helplessly.

Chen Guanlou hugged her corpse tightly, not returning to his senses for a long time.

For a long time, he finally put it down.

Let Dawang run errands, called Lu Datou. Gave a sum of money to Lu Datou, let Lu Datou help buy a coffin, find a good graveyard, and bury Pan Niangzi.

Lu Datou recognized Pan Niangzi.

"She she she, isn't she that young widow? Daring to say you have been hiding beauty in a golden house all these years?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Keep this secret for me, don't shout."

"I definitely won't say it out. However, how could she be here with you. Looking at this appearance, it seems like she died of poisoning."

Chen Guanlou felt irritable, sat in the corner, asked Lu Datou for tobacco leaves, cut the silk particularly patiently, took out a page of rice paper to wrap the tobacco, rolled it into a simple version of a cigarette, lit it, and sucked it skillfully.

That smoke smell, that is called a rush!

He coughed repeatedly. After coughing, he continued to suck.

Sucked several mouthfuls in succession, gradually, he fell in love with this rich smoke smell.

Lu Datou looked at this scene. "Is there any difference in smoking like this?"

"Refreshing!" He said so.

"I don't dare to learn from you. Smoking a cigarette, wasting a page of rice paper. Rice paper costs money!"

"If you are reluctant to use rice paper, toilet paper is also fine."

"You are the one using toilet paper." Lu Datou scolded, also learned from Chen Guanlou, cut the tobacco leaves into silk, wrapped them with rice paper, lit them, and sucked fiercely.

"No difference! However, don't say, just holding the smoke in your hand like this, just this posture, is quite refreshing. Chen Ge, you can do it, smoking can also extract new tricks. How about this, you provide materials, I help you roll cigarettes every day, you just reward me with a few as a reward, do you think it works?"

"Are the rewards I give you usually few?"

"Not few, not few. This isn't, smoking, I can't afford such exquisite smoke. Cutting silk and rice paper. Chen Ge, you have a special style when smoking, really, don't lie to you. You sit there, legs crossed, smoke sucked, smoke rings spat, official masters are compared by you."

Chen Guanlou listened to Lu Datou's flattering words and smiled noncommittally.

"Many people died in the capital recently, I fear the coffin is not enough. Are you sure you can transport it tonight?"

"Chen Ge rest assured, the person you ordered, even if I go down the knife mountain, I will handle it for you. The person I found, in the funeral industry, is this!" Lu Datou gestured with his thumb. "Wait a moment, there will be news. However, really want to dress up here? Not afraid of being bumped into? Although the time is not early, but these days everyone sleeps lightly, and wakes up with any movement. Or, transport the corpse out first."

"Okay! You go arrange the carriage."

Lu Datou received the order and went to get busy.

Chen Guanlou took advantage of no one else in the room, checked Pan Niangzi, and didn't even let go of the clothes on her body. Didn't find hidden secrets, hidden notes, and the like. Could it be that he thought too much.

He was very sure that Pan Niangzi stopped breathing. Such a long time, not a breath. Even if she could pretend to be dead, could she pretend for an hour or two? And the corpse gradually presented the situation that should be after death.

That is to say, death is real.

Pan Niangzi really died!

He was a bit melancholy, muttered softly, "Knowing it's impossible, but still hoping you will deceive me one more time, tomorrow secretly live again, appear secretly after a year or two. Heh, what am I thinking! This time it's really dead!"

Lu Datou found a carriage, Chen Guanlou didn't let him do it, personally hugged Pan Niangzi's corpse into the carriage, and headed to the righteous village. The funeral industry people were ready, and the coffin was also there.

Goods are tight, as long as enough money is given, squeezing a squeeze can always squeeze out.

Chen Guanlou gave a sum of money to the funeral industry people, let the other party handle the funeral on his behalf, and bury it in a good hole.

He gave enough money, the funeral industry people naturally agreed fully, guaranteeing satisfaction.

Lu Datou also said, "Chen Ge rest assured, I will stare at this side until Pan Niangzi is buried. Do you want to find someone to cry?"

"No! She doesn't like listening to people cry."

Chen Guanlou walked out of the righteous village, in the middle of the night, the Five Cities Military and Horse Division people were very lazy, and the Brocade Uniform Guard people were guarding in the palace without time to come out to patrol at night. Therefore, they went to the street in the middle of the night, no one checked, all the way smooth.

If it was really bad luck, encountering patrolling soldiers, his identity waist card was enough to let him avoid most of the trouble.

Funeral industry people do things very carefully, just like Heavenly Prison prison guards, how much money is received, how much things are done. Less money is handled simply, more money is handled grandly.

Chen Guanlou gave money, belonging to generous, funeral industry took out all the family assets, seriously handled it down. Lu Datou stared at the whole process, didn't slack off at all, and even gave up his favorite gambling career for this.

Chen Guanlou didn't treat him badly, gave him a generous reward.

Stopped for three days, found a lucky hole to bury. On the day of burial, a strong wind rose, the sky was gloomy, flying sand and rocks, as if the sky was about to collapse.

"Heard the Emperor is about to be selected."

"Happens to be at this time, unlucky!"

"Could it be that the new Emperor selected this time has a problem."

"Shh, these words can't be said nonsense."

Chen Guanlou listened to everyone's discussion, his expression indifferent.

The sky of the Great Qian, even if it breaks, what can it do. It doesn't delay him from serving and eating grain, and it doesn't delay him from collecting money and doing things. Personally confirmed Pan Niangzi was buried, buried in the soil, thinking this time it should not be able to resurrect.

A little disappointed.

It turned out to be really dead, not fake dead. The corpse is smelly, can it be fake.

The biggest regret is that before Pan Niangzi died, she didn't explain Qi Boss's identity. Listening to her meaning, Qi Boss had more than one identity. Maybe in front of people, he didn't even have the surname Qi.

This is interesting.

Ending this matter, Chen Guanlou served as usual, and then he heard a horrific and unbelievable news: His Highness the Prince of Zhong was poisoned, in a coma, and the imperial physicians were at their wits' end. It shocked the Grandmasters.

Heard that several Grandmasters in the palace also want to move.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Chen Guanlou's first reaction to this news was that the big play finally opened the curtain. Xie Changling had been out of prison for such a long time without a sound; it turned out he had hidden a hand. He didn't make a move, but once he did, it was a big move.

His Highness the Prince of Zhong was poisoned; who was the biggest beneficiary?

Especially at the most sensitive and critical moment of competing for the throne.

On the surface, every prince who had the qualification to compete for the throne was a suspect and a beneficiary.

In reality, the biggest beneficiary was His Highness the Prince of Zhong himself.

Who would be so stupid to poison someone at this time?

However, one cannot exclude the princes and princes who really took risks to poison people, thinking that if all competitors died, they could win. Similar big smart people exist at any time.

However... that is competing for the throne, the competition for the highest position and greatest power, the contestants have a pile of strategists around them, and it is at the most critical moment, how could they make such low-level mistakes.