Red Heart Survey

Chapter 1374 The city is full of snow

In the fifty-fifth year of Yuanfeng, October 26th was the time for Jiang Wuqi's funeral.

The funeral was unprecedented in scale.

Wen Yanyu, the official of the imperial court, presided over the ceremony of the Ministry of Rites.

Emperor's decree:

Ninety guards belonged to the Changsheng Palace, and 600 officials and guards belonged to the Clan Mansion, mourning for twenty-seven days.

In the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, the crown was picked and plain clothes were worn for seven days.

As respected as the Son of Heaven, he also took off the crown for three days as a sacrifice.

In the main hall of the Changsheng Palace, there is a ceremonial car, and the princes and ministers gather together and salute like a ceremony.

There is a banquet outside the hall, and there are fifteen banquets.

Linzi officials, soldiers and civilians shall not have fun or marry within thirteen days. Officials, soldiers and civilians all over the world should not have fun or marry within three days...

The specifications of such funerals have far exceeded the specifications of funerals that a prince should enjoy.

Suddenly, the city of Linzi, three hundred miles away, was covered with frost.

Including the four famous restaurants in Linzi, several brothels, wine shops, and gambling houses have been listed and closed.

As if the emperor didn't think it was enough, he ordered twenty-three spies of the Pinging Kingdom, including Yan Tu, the commander of the Zhanyu Army, and Li Yougui, the three-pin Qingpai captor, to be publicly cut to death in the execution ground to comfort the souls of the eleven princes.

When a real person dies, the heaven and the earth will mourn. It is really a great courtesy to pay homage to the Lord of the Longevity Palace in this way.

It is said that the people waiting to watch the execution blocked a full five miles, blocking the execution ground completely.

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"Want to take a look?" Chong Xuansheng said of Jiang's house in Yaoguangfang, "There is still a little time."

Jiang Wang, who was wearing mourning clothes, came out from the room and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Chong Xuansheng narrowed his eyes, unconsciously, the kid in front of him really grew. Even though he was only dressed in coarse linen, it gave him a sense of elegance. Moreover, the demeanor in this walk is really immortal...Is the immortal technique so good?

Looking at the mourning clothes on his body that stretched him so uncomfortable...it doesn't fit too well!

Later, I have to transfer a few tailors to come here. Well, I need to prepare an extra sedan chair. The potted plants in this yard are not very good either, so we have to change them.

I thought a lot in my heart for a moment, and said: "Li Yougui has caused you so much suffering, don't you want to see how he was cut into pieces by thousands of knives? It is said that this time he will be cut up to 3,318 knives. If the number is not enough, don't let him die."

Jiang Wang shook his head: "Since it is a mortal result, what's so good about it?"

"You don't hate him?" Fourteen rarely opened his mouth and asked curiously.

"Hate, you entrap me for no reason, how can you not hate?" Jiang Wang said seriously: "If Li Yougui is not found out and is still alive, I will definitely kill him in the future. This is my wish for him. Hate. But that's it, I just need him to die, and I don't need to appreciate the process of his death."

"Then let the imperial court do the killing." Chongxuan Sheng said: "Even the commander-in-chief of the nine soldiers has their own people. The power of Pingguo is stronger than I imagined. You should not stand in front."

He has been targeted by Pingguo many times. Of course, Jiang Wang has some opinions on Pingpingguo, but he didn't say anything harsh. Instead, he gently changed the topic: "Today is the funeral of the eleventh prince, let's hurry up Go offer incense."

Chong Xuansheng: ...

Jiang Wang suddenly realized: "Oh, I almost forgot!"

He straightened his collar, and said casually: "Only officials of the third rank and above can enter the main hall of the Longevity Palace to offer incense... Cough, then I will go first."

After finishing speaking, he lifted the hem of his clothes, not giving Zhong Xuanpang a chance to fight back, and went in a chic way.

Chong Xuansheng looked very calm, looking at this fellow's back, he only said to Shishi: "I asked the wrong question just now."

Fourteen tilted his head and cast a questioning look.

"I should ask him, do you want to study the performance of the golden chalcedony under Ling Chi? And, do you want to closely observe the data of 3318 times the real person's body was stabbed by the knife. In addition, can he cut through the gold An executioner with the body of chalcedony and the body of a real person, his sword skills are also worth learning."

Fourteen thought about it for a while, and had to admit that what Chong Xuansheng said made a lot of sense. Jiang Wang is indeed someone who will be interested in these.

"Are you going to see it?" she asked.

"I won't go." Chong Xuansheng turned around and walked into the courtyard where he lived: "It's not a rare thing for a real person to die."

"Aren't you going to the funeral?" Fourteen asked after chasing after her.

"It's a little later..." Chong Xuansheng finally couldn't calm down: "I get angry when I see Jiang!"

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The whole city is full of frost and snow, and Changle Palace is no exception.

Daqi Crown Prince Jiang Wuhua, who was wearing mourning clothes, greeted him outside the palace gate: "How can the empress come here today?"

Empress Daqi grabbed his hand and walked into the palace. Although her steps were fast, she still did not lose her phoenix: "Today is Xiao Shiyi's funeral. My mother is afraid that you will be too sad, so I come to see you. I will be with you later." Go to the Longevity Palace."

Jiang Wuhua then stopped talking.

The mother and son walked into the palace and sat down.

Empress He looked around: "Where is Ning'er?"

Jiang Wuhua said casually: "I got up late, I'm still dressing up."

The queen frowned slightly.

He then explained softly: "Ning'er knows how to measure with a plain and clean makeup."

Empress He then ignored the matter and waved her hand lightly.

The maidservants retreated one after another, and in the huge palace, only mother and son were left sitting next to each other.

This is the most honorable pair of mother and son in the entire Eastern Region.

"Eleventh is already the prince's specification, but the prince is still here! I really don't know what your majesty is thinking!" The queen's tone was already very dissatisfied.

Jiang Wuhua wasn't jealous, but said softly: "Eleven's fate is too short, so father will inevitably show more love and affection. When he was alive, I wouldn't argue with him. Now that he's gone, there's nothing to argue about. .”

The queen sighed, and gently brushed the hair on Jiang Wuhua's forehead: "He pities this and that every day, when will he pity you more? You are also his own flesh and blood, Prince Daqi. You were born too late , Is it your fault that you didn't accompany him through the most difficult time? Is it your fault that you have a mother to take care of you? You are already so good that you can't find any faults. Why is he so harsh on you? "

Jiang Wuhua's expression was still calm, and there was no trace of resentment: "As long as you bear the weight of the country, you must also bear the responsibility of the country. It is also right to be harsh on the prince. If you wait for the successor to inherit the great rule and make mistakes again, it will hurt the foundation of the country. Only through hard work can you rule the country Mingjun."

The anger and dissatisfaction on the queen's face disappeared in an instant.

She sat there so gracefully, all she had was nobility and magnanimity: "It's best if you think so. Whether you really think so or pretend to think so, you always have to think so."

Her complaints and dissatisfaction may indeed have her own heart, but it is completely a test for the prince. If the prince would not be drawn into any resentment in front of her mother, then that would be the true heart of heaven.

"My son really thinks so." Jiang Wuhua said.

Everyone knows that the former prince Jiang Wuliang was imprisoned by the emperor into the Qingshi Palace because of his private resentment, and made him die of old age.

At that time, he had been deposed for six years. Nothing happened for six years, I kept trying to get back up, but in the end I cut off everything.

But how did the "private words of resentment" be known by the censor?

A lesson from the past, a teacher of the future!

The queen nodded in satisfaction. It doesn't matter whether her heart is true or not. She, a mother, can't judge it, and she doesn't need to judge it. This is very good, if you can always show this way, then you are truly benevolent.

He asked again: "When do you plan to achieve God's presence?"

"Let's wait for a while, the best time has passed." Jiang Wuhua said calmly: "Xiao Shiyi has just left, and I, as an elder brother, choose the time when God comes, everyone Should you be sad for Xiao Shishi, or happy for me? Father and Emperor can't help but ask, what does the prince want to show? What does the prince want to do?"

"Alright, you are a calculating person." Empress Da Qi was completely relieved, she got up and said, "Let's go to the Longevity Palace now, your father will be unhappy if it is too late."

"Okay." Jiang Wuhua replied warmly, "I'll call Ning'er."

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Today's Changsheng Palace is covered with frost and snow, and everything is white.

Inexplicably, he gave Jiang Wang the feeling that Jiang Wuqi was standing in front of him, wearing a white fox fur.

All the people I saw in front of me were wearing mourning clothes, describing how sad they were, but I don't know how many people were really sad!

Wen Yanyu, the court councilor, and the officials from the Ministry of Rites have already taken over the entire outer part of the Changsheng Palace and arranged all the rituals.

Two members of the Ministry of Rituals, Wailang, stood guard outside the gate of the Longevity Palace and were responsible for welcoming and seeing them off.

Even Wen Yanyu himself was standing aside.

Of course, even those who can come to the Longevity Palace to pay homage at this time are either rich or expensive, and few people are qualified to greet Wen Yanyu.

He presided over the entire funeral this time.

Naturally, there are only a few people such as the emperor and empress who can make him greet him outside the palace gate with the dignified respect of a court official.

As soon as Jiang Wang appeared, a member of the Ministry of Rituals, Wailang, immediately came forward and called him Mr. Jiang.

To the surprise of the onlookers, Wen Yanyu, who had been silent outside the palace gate for a long time, also nodded to Jiang Wang, with a friendly attitude: "You are coming?"

Jiang Wang originally wanted to have the cheek to greet Wen Yanyu first, regardless of whether the other party would answer him or not.

Wen Yanyu was one of the real people from Qi State who went to Wuyandu Mountains to find him, even though it was the order of Emperor Qi, he still had to accept this favor.

Unexpectedly, it was Wen Yanyu who spoke first.

Hurry up to greet him, and hold the gift of the junior: "I should have visited the real man's house a long time ago, but I didn't want to be entangled in all kinds of troubles. I am lucky to see you here today, and I hope the real man will be happy."

"It's okay." Wen Yanyu said slowly: "You can go to my Lanxin Garden when you have time later, and let the old man get in touch with you young people to understand their thoughts."

"Definitely." This is not an occasion for exchanging greetings, Jiang Wang bowed politely, and then said wittily: "You are busy first, and the younger generation will go in first."

Wen Tinglan once invited him to Lan Xinyuan, where Wen Yanyu met friends for private tea, but he hadn't been there yet. This time Wen Yanyu personally invited him again, which can be said to have given him enough face.

But Jiang Wang knew very well in his heart that although he could be regarded as having some weight today, he was nothing in front of people like Wen Yanyu.

Wen Yanyu's overtures were more for Yan Fu's sake.

To give face to Yan Fu's close friend is to help Yan Fu maintain the scene.

This old man, a big dog, is really good!

Bid farewell to Wen Yanyu, and go to the palace alone.

The route taken this time is different from the previous two times. The apse of the Longevity Palace is not open for this funeral.

There were palace guards guiding the way along the way, and soon after bypassing a screen wall, they saw an empty field.

The banquet is set up here.

There are fifteen seats in total, and non-nobles are not allowed to sit.

And Jiang Wang continued to move forward.

At this time, there were already many people sitting at the table, seeing Jiang Wang, inevitably felt a little complicated.

The most dazzling arrogance in the state of Qi now, the golden melon warrior who has already reached a high position in the official face of the state of Qi, after careful investigation, he has been in Qi for less than two years.

In the past two years, how many earth-shattering events have been experienced, how many soul-stirring deeds have been left, and now they are above them.

The court official Chen Fu once said - "The so-called peerless genius is the kind of person who will make you feel depressed."

Now Jiang Wang, why doesn't it bring this feeling to many people?

The funeral of the Eleventh Prince was not a suitable occasion for socializing after all, so no one rushed to bother her.

Jiang Wang walked silently.

Walking past the banquet is the main hall of the Longevity Palace.

It is said that Jiang Wuqi died in front of Emperor Qi, and his coffin was once parked in Donghua Pavilion, which shows the mourning of the emperor... Now it has been moved back to Changsheng Palace, and it is parked in the main hall.

The chief eunuch of the Changsheng Palace, Feng Gu, knelt outside the main hall and bowed to everyone who stepped into the main hall to pay homage.

When he saw Jiang Wang, he even pulled the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "Master Jiang came to pay homage, if His Highness knows about it, he will be happy."

Jiang Wang squatted down, patted his wrinkled hands, didn't know what to say, and just said: "You are troubled."

Then get up and go to the temple.

It is completely arranged as a mourning hall, and the coffin stops in the hall.

Beside the gravely carved coffin, stood a familiar figure.

The rough mourning clothes can't hide her tall, fit, or heroic appearance.

Jiang Wuyou, the lord of Huaying Palace, was looking down at the person in the coffin, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Wang stepped forward.

The young man lying in the coffin was wearing a purple prince's python suit, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was pale and handsome.

At this time, he is obviously no longer afraid of the cold...

Of course, I won't cough violently again.

After standing with him for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said: "I used to have a bad temper, and I bullied many people in the palace, either this or that...but I never bullied him. Because I always feel like a porcelain Baby, I'm afraid that if I touch it, it will be broken."

Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, so he just sighed. Then he approached the altar in front of the coffin, saluted seriously, and offered three sticks of incense to Jiang Wuqi.

At this moment, he heard a faint sobbing sound, and when he turned his head, he found that the person kneeling on the other side of the coffin was also an acquaintance—the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong.

His eyes were red, his expression was sad, and he was crying very suppressed.

It's just that Jiang Wuyou's aura is too strong, so he didn't notice the prince immediately.

But the two sides had no friendship at all, Jiang Wang just glanced over, and looked at Jiang Wuyou with some worry, but didn't say anything.

I took a seat on the chairs arranged on both sides of the mourning hall, and found a seat on the edge.

Only senior members of the third grade and above can enter the main hall of the Longevity Palace to offer incense. At this level, he is indeed at the very edge.

Just at this time.

A man in his thirties, with a pink face and inappropriate mourning clothes, walked into the mourning hall.

Seeing Jiang Wuyou, he bowed first: "He Zhen has seen His Highness the Third!"

Jiang Wuyou still looked into the coffin and ignored it.

He didn't care either. He walked around the coffin, walked to the altar, took three sticks of incense, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, and turned around to find a seat.

His eyes swept over the fourteenth prince who was kneeling on the other side of the coffin, and after a glance, he saw Jiang Wang who was sitting on the edge.

As soon as his eyes lit up, he looked for it directly and sat down beside Jiang Wang.

"This must be Qingyangzi, right? I'm He Zhen! Do you know me?"

I don't know if I really admire Jiang Wang, but his voice is too loud, which makes it a little harsh.

Jiang Wang thought for a while, and was about to reply calmly when he heard a cold reprimand.

"Where do you think this is?"

Jiang Wuyou, who was standing beside the coffin, turned his face slightly, and only gave a frosty side face, his British eyes suddenly had a cold light, and in an instant, he was like an iron horse rolling violently: "Get out of here!"

The only son of the uncle of the country, He Fu, and the nephew of Empress Daqi, He Zhenhe, the eldest son, was taken aback for a moment.

Subconsciously raised half of his buttocks, wanted to continue sitting but dared not, wanted to leave but felt too humiliated.

He even felt that maybe he had heard wrongly, it was right for Palace Master Huaying to let Jiang Wang go, and he could be regarded as a "relative" no matter what.

But as soon as he met Jiang Wuyou's cold eyes, all entanglements disappeared immediately.

It's still autumn, but it's like being in a world of ice and snow.

He is clearly in the mourning hall, but it feels like he has fallen into a killing field.

His body stiffened and his soul trembled.

Not caring about making any more friends, he almost fled out of the mourning hall in a panic.

Two in one, see you tomorrow.

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