Chapter 815 Alternate

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

One after another, dull bells sounded from the palace. It was the golden bell of the palace gate, with a total of one hundred and ninety-eight rings.

There was also the sound of the horn, whimpering and howling accompanied by the golden bell.

The people in the imperial city who heard the sound of the golden bell were overjoyed at first, thinking that there was some great joy in the country, otherwise why would the golden bell ring forever? But the common people at the foot of the imperial city were panic-stricken, and some even put down their work and knelt down on their knees, kowtowing towards the imperial palace.

"His Majesty has returned to heaven!"

The wailing came out from the mouth of the first dazed and terrified common people, with a crying voice, which instantly awakened the passers-by who were still confused or in disbelief.

The golden bell at the gate of the palace rang, and the trumpets sounded, sending the emperor back to heaven to ride the wind, and the whole world mourned.

"His Majesty has passed away!"

"woo woo woo"

Crying soon rang out from outside the palace gate, then Junhou Street, and then the entire imperial city fell into this sad atmosphere. The streets were crowded with kneeling people, crying and kowtowing to the sound of bells and horns.

The sad atmosphere cannot be faked. The lower the level of the people, the more saddened they were by the death of the emperor, as if their elders had passed away.

Don't think that the emperor is far away from the people, and don't think that the people are forced to make such a heartbroken look because of the prestige of the royal family or the government. At least 80% of the people in pain are really sad.

The goodness of the emperor, although the common people are far away from the temple, they can feel it sincerely.

Has the price of firewood, rice, oil and salt increased? Is there any slack in building roads and bridges? Is there any relief for disasters in various places? Can there be condolences during the festive season? With grievances, can you find a place to speak up?

If these can feel the care of the imperial court, then the emperor must be a good emperor. What's more, during the emperor's reign, he fought two wars against the barbarians, the first time he won a complete victory, and this time, depending on the situation, victory is also in sight.

An emperor who is stable internally and can kill externally, isn't this the admiration of the whole country! This is especially important for ordinary people at the bottom.

Now the good emperor is dead. What is it to kowtow to the golden bell and the trumpet?

And with this funeral ceremony for the entire imperial city, the old emperor Yang Jian bid farewell to the empire that he had controlled for decades forever.

The news of the emperor's death also spread throughout the Jingjiu Dynasty at the fastest speed.

From south to north, from east to west, all places under the rule of the old Jing Dynasty immediately became completely covered in plains. Even the soldiers on the south front line each tied a white cloth on their foreheads to express their condolences to the emperor.

The national funeral was organized by the Ministry of Rites, and the entire Jingjiu Dynasty stopped all state affairs activities except for war and necessary operations.

From October 24th to November 15th, Yang Jian's funeral was not over, whether it was long or short. For many people, it can be described as "can't wait" or "living like a year".

Those who can't wait are those who follow in the footsteps of Crown Prince Shu. Most of them are big merchants in the country, emerging nobles, and humble nobles. Although these people don't say anything, their hearts have long been restless, Waiting for the end of the emperor's funeral, the crown prince ascended the throne.

When the new emperor ascends the throne, those who follow the new emperor can really breathe a sigh of relief, and officially usher in an era of the new emperor.

Of course, it is still uncertain whether the new emperor will govern in accordance with the ideas of his followers after he ascends the throne. In history, there are actually many emperors who suddenly changed their thinking and strategies after ascending the throne. Therefore, Qinggui, Xinxing honored nobles, and merchants are also quite disturbed while expecting.

People who live like years are people who are closely related to various families and clans. They understand that when the old emperor passes away and the new emperor succeeds, a new atmosphere is about to blow over. But the question was whether the gust of wind would knock them down.

November seventeenth. Emperor Yang Jian had just entered the mausoleum to sleep, only one day later, Crown Prince Yang Shu accepted the arrangement of the royal ancestral hall and the official department at the Wanmin Palace, and ascended the throne after performing grand ceremonies.

It's just that the old emperor passed away not long ago, and the new emperor missed the old one, and ordered that the enthronement ceremony not need to remove the plain wrappings all over the city. As a result, patches of gold suddenly appeared in the gaps in the whiteness, adding a bright sense of "alternation" to the enthronement ceremony of the new emperor. Especially the old man who followed the old emperor all the way, felt a lot in his heart.

Shen Hao patted the ashes on the hem of his robe. This white robe and white turban made him feel uncomfortable and always felt his eyes dazzle. Moreover, the pure white clothes are easy to get dirty. During the enthronement ceremony just now, after he knelt down twice following the yelling of the officials from the Ministry of Officials, his knees were dusty.

Futon? A futon with a fart, kneeling directly on the stone slab in front of the Manmin Palace. A mere fifth-rank official of a thousand households can enter the palace to watch the enthronement ceremony for the sake of Xuan Qingwei's status, so he still wants a futon? Look at the front row of senior officials with a rank of three or more, they don't even have futons for their legs.

If there is a choice, Shen Hao does not want to participate in this so-called enthronement ceremony, and he is not enthroned. He has to kneel all the time to see others enthroned, and the etiquette is cumbersome and complicated. In the end, Rao is not physically tired but mentally tired.

During the whole ceremony, Shen Hao only saw the emperor in the second half, it was far away, if he hadn't been well cultivated, he really couldn't see clearly.

Thinking of the scene when he met Yang Shu for the first time, and looking at Yang Shu who was sitting on the throne with a solemn and solemn expression, Shen Hao also had to lament that the world is unpredictable. Who would have thought that the Seventh Prince, who had been neglected by the outside world, could kill all directions and become a great treasure?

"After all, he became the emperor, the temperament change in this body is really great!" Even though he was far away, Shen Hao could still see the change in Yang Shu's temperament in the distance.

If the previous Yang Shu gave people the feeling of a knife sheathed together, then the current Yang Shu seems to have no scabbard to cover up, showing sharpness between his brows. And the most eye-catching thing is that Yang Shu has an extra ferocity. Shen Hao has also felt this kind of aura in the old emperor Yang Jian, the difference is that Yang Jian's ferocity is much stronger and more restrained.

"The addition of the throne also comes with a fierce power?" Shen Hao murmured in his heart.

When the enthronement ceremony is over, there will be a royal banquet in the Wanmin Palace. With Shen Hao's identity, he could only sit in the corner.

There were ten people at a table, it was a bit crowded, but no one said anything, just sat on the chairs obediently, waiting for the new emperor to toast and then the table began.

"This is Mr. Shen?"

Shen Hao was sitting upright at first, and made up his mind to be a wooden man for a day today, and go back after eating. Unexpectedly, someone still took the initiative to talk to him.

Turning his head, the person beside him was smiling, slightly fat, with ruddy complexion, small eyes, about fifty years old, and a pea-sized mole on his right cheek.