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Shen Yijia got dressed and went out for a walk, and found that there was no one walking around.

Walking to the front yard, only to see an empty mourning hall. The coffin that was originally there was gone.

Thinking of something, Shen Yijia slapped her brain. Yesterday, the eunuch said that they would be sent back to their hometown in only three days.

She has to leave tomorrow. She must have a funeral today. How could she forget such an important thing.

But don't blame her, and no one told her.

Shen Yijia found out later that she seemed to be forgotten again...

As the imperial capital, the capital has always been the most prosperous land.

On weekdays, people come and go on Chang'an Street.

But today was an accident.

The whole street was silent, but when I saw that there were people standing on both sides of the road, they watched the slowly approaching funeral procession with sad expressions.

Many people even hung white lanterns on their doorsteps!

For these people, it has nothing to do with them. Whoever is the emperor will not hinder them.

They only know that the old man, the God of War, who has guarded them all his life, is gone.

He protects them for a lifetime, so that they can live in a peaceful and prosperous world. They should have come to give him his last ride.

Song Jingchen was carried by two people on a chair and walked in the front, and then Li led the two crying twins and followed behind.

The entire funeral procession numbered no more than ten people, and it looked extremely funny.

If it weren't for the fact that the team came out of the Fuguo Gongfu, who would have thought that the old nationalist who used to be under one person in Daxia and above ten thousand people would be lying there.

The people were all red-eyed, and when the team passed by, they followed spontaneously one by one.

When the team reached the gate of the city, it was already quite a spectacular scene!

Seeing the people like this, Li Shi's dry eyes turned red again.

Song Jingchen's hand holding the tablet also tightened a bit. What came to mind were the words of my grandfather's letter.

Yes, the people are innocent.

This picture is shocking to many people, but it is extremely ironic in the eyes of Emperor Chong'an, who went on tour in micro-service.

Anyone who has a brain in everything about the dragon robe understands that someone must be framed.

After all, the prince is not stupid, he put the bright evidence in the East Palace and waited for someone to search.

But so what, he is the emperor, and the entire summer is his. He just believes it.

What these people are doing now is simply beating him in the face.

Emperor Chong'an sat in the carriage and watched the funeral procession growing in number from the corner of the curtain raised by Eunuch Li.

He snorted coldly: "You said that after a hundred years, will this group of people be like this?"

How could Eunuch Li dare to answer this? To say yes, wouldn't that be cursing Emperor Chong'an to die?

If the answer is no, then it is estimated that he will not have the opportunity to wait until that day to verify.

It is estimated that he will be missing from the carriage returning to the palace soon.

Others know that he is the red man Teweifeng next to Emperor Chong'an, but who knows how tired he is to live with his head on his trousers belt for twelve hours a day.

Didn't you see that he had more gray hair in the past two years?

Eunuch Li was sweating anxiously, but fortunately Emperor Chong'an didn't seem to expect him to answer.

With a disdainful smile, he continued: "This is the reason."

Now this group of people only know him, the old prince of Song Dynasty, not even the emperor.

If it is true that the son born after the abolition is put on the throne, it is not certain whether the surname is Shangguan or Song in this world.

He didn't say this, but Eunuch Li understood.

The birds are exhausted, the good bows are hidden, the cunning rabbits die, and the lackeys cook.

In order to achieve his goals, he would not hesitate to sacrifice his own son.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable for everyone to say that the family of heaven has no father and son, and that the emperor is the most ruthless.