Chapter 1374: Snow All over the City

In the fifty-fifth year of Yuanfeng, October 26th was the day of Jiang Wuqi’s funeral.

The funeral was of an unprecedented scale.

Wen Yanyu, the official of the imperial court, was in charge of the rites department and presided over the ceremony.

The emperor decreed:

There are 90 personal guards affiliated with the Changsheng Palace and 600 military guards affiliated with the Zongren Mansion. They will be in mourning for twenty-seven days.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty took off their crowns and wore plain clothes for seven days.

Respected like the emperor, he also took off his crown as a sacrifice for three days.

There is a ceremonial chariot in the main hall of the Changsheng Palace, and the princes, princes and ministers gather together to perform rituals.

A banquet was held outside the hall, and there were fifteen banquets.

Linzi officials, soldiers and civilians will not have fun or get married for thirteen days. The officials, soldiers and civilians of the world will not have fun or get married for three days...

This kind of funeral ceremony has far exceeded the funeral ceremony that a prince should enjoy.

Suddenly, three hundred miles away from Zicheng, the city 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 that was not enough, the emperor ordered twenty-three of the Pingguo spies, including Yan Tu, the commander of the Yu-Zhan Army, and Li Yougui, the leader of the Three-pin Qingpai arrester, to be publicly beheaded in the execution ground to comfort the soul of the eleventh prince.

When a real person dies, the world will be sad. It is really a great courtesy to use this to pay homage to the Lord of Changsheng Palace.

It is said that people waiting to watch the execution blocked the area for five miles, blocking the execution ground.

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"Would you like to go take a look?" Chong Xuansheng of the Jiang family of Yaoguangfang said, "There is still a little time."

Jiang Wang, wearing mourning clothes, walked out of the room and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Zhong Xuansheng narrowed his eyes, and unknowingly, the boy in front of him had really grown up. It was obviously just a pair of coarse linen clothes, but it made him look elegant in it. And the way he walks is really magical... Is the magic so good?

Then I looked at the mourning clothes that stretched me so much that I felt uncomfortable... This didn't fit me too well!

We'll have to send a few tailors here later. Well, we'll also need to prepare a sedan. The potted flowers in this courtyard are not doing well either, so they need to be replaced.

He thought a lot in his mind at that moment, and said: "Li Yougui has caused you so much pain, don't you want to see how he was cut into pieces with a thousand knives? It is said that this time he will be chopped into pieces with 3,318 knives." If the number is not enough, don’t let him die.”

Jiang Wang shook his head: "Since it is a certain death, what is there to see?"

"You don't hate him?" Fourteen rarely spoke up and asked curiously.

"Hate, you hurt me for no reason, how can you not hate me?" Jiang Wang said seriously: "If Li Yougui is still alive without being found out, I will definitely kill him in the future. This is what I feel 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 people. The power of the Ping Dynasty is more powerful than I imagined. You should not stand in front."

Jiang Wang has been targeted by the Equality Country many times. Of course, Jiang Wang has opinions about the Equality Country, but he did not say any harsh words. Instead, he gently changed the topic: "Today is the funeral of the eleventh prince. Let's hurry up." Go and offer incense.”

Chong Xuan Sheng:......

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

He straightened his collar and said in an understated tone: "Only officials of third rank and above can enter the main hall of the Changsheng Palace to offer incense... Well, let me go first."

After saying that, he lifted up the hem of his clothes and left without giving Fatty Chongxuan a chance to counterattack.

Zhong Xuansheng looked very calm. He looked at this guy's back and said to Fourteen: "I just asked the wrong question."

Fourteen tilted his head and cast a questioning look.

"I should ask him if he wants to study the performance of golden body chalcedony under Ling Chi. And if he wants to closely observe the data of 3318 times of real people in the world being knifed. In addition, it can cut through gold. The executioner’s body is made of chalcedony and a real person, and his sword skills are worth learning.”

Shi Shi thought about it for a moment and had to admit that what Zhong Xuan Sheng said made sense. Jiang Wang is indeed someone who is interested in these.

"Then will you go and see it?" she asked.

"I won't go." Zhong Xuansheng turned back and walked into the yard where he lived: "It's not uncommon for a real person to die."

"You're not going to the funeral either?" Fourteen asked after him.

"It can be a little later..." Zhong Xuansheng finally couldn't calm down: "I get angry when I see someone named Jiang now!"

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The whole city is covered with frost and snow, and Changle Palace is no exception.

Jiang Wuhua, the crown prince of Da Qi, dressed in mourning clothes, greeted him outside the palace gate: "Why does the queen have time to come here today?"

Empress Daqi grabbed his hand and walked towards the palace. Although her pace was fast, she still kept her grace: "Today is Xiao Shiyi's funeral. I was afraid that you would be too sad, so I came to see you. I'll be with you later. Go to Changsheng Palace."

Jiang Wuhua then stopped talking.

Mother and son walked into the palace and sat down.

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

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

Seeing the queen frown slightly.

He explained softly: "Ning'er knows how to wear plain makeup."

Queen He ignored the matter and waved her hand gently.

The maids who served nearby retreated one after another, and for a while, only the mother and son were left sitting next to each other in the huge palace.

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

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

Jiang Wuhua was not jealous, and just said softly: "Eleven has a difficult life, and it is inevitable that my father will show more love and affection. When he was alive, I would not argue with him. Now that he is gone, there is nothing to argue with. ”

The queen sighed and gently pushed 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, and you are the crown prince of Da Qi. You were born too late. , is it your fault that you didn’t accompany him through the most difficult moment? Is it your fault that you have a mother to take care of you? Why is he so harsh on you when you are so good?”

Jiang Wuhua's expression was still gentle, and there was no trace of resentment: "Inheriting the great responsibility of the country must also bear the responsibility of the country, and it is also necessary to be harsher on the prince. If he makes another mistake after inheriting the throne, it will hurt the country. Only by hard work can you govern 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. No matter you really think so or not, you should always think so."

Her complaints and dissatisfaction may be true, but showing them out is a complete test for the prince. If the prince would not feel any resentment in front of his mother, then he would be truly flawless.

"I think so sincerely," Jiang Wuhua said.

Everyone knows that the former crown prince Jiang Wuliang was imprisoned by the emperor in the Bluestone Palace because of his private grievances, and was ordered to die of old age.

At that time, he had been deposed for six years. After six years of nothing, I kept trying to make a comeback, but ended up cutting everything off.

But how did the "private words of resentment" become known to the censor?

A lesson for the past and a guide for the future!

The queen nodded with satisfaction. It didn't matter whether her intentions were true or false. She, a mother, couldn't tell and didn't need to judge. This is good. If you can always behave like this, you are truly benevolent and kind.

Then he asked: "When do you plan to achieve the arrival of God?"

"Let's give it a while, the best time has passed." Jiang Wuhua said calmly: "Little Eleven has just left. As the elder brother, I will choose this time to come, no matter how early or late. Everyone is Should you be sad for Xiao Shiyi, or should you be happy for me? My father couldn't help but ask, what does the prince want to do? "

"It's okay, you are calculating." Empress Daqi was completely relieved and stood up and said: "Go to the Changsheng Palace now. Your father will be unhappy if it is too late."

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

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

Inexplicably, Jiang Wang felt as if Jiang Wuqi was standing in front of him, wearing a white fox fur.

Everyone I saw in front of me was all wearing mourning clothes and expressing sadness, but I don’t know how many people were really sad!

Wen Yanyu, the court official, and officials from the Ministry of Rites, have taken over the entire outer palace of the Changsheng Palace and arranged a series of rituals.

Two ministers of etiquette, Wai Lang, stood outside the gate of the Changsheng Palace, responsible for welcoming and seeing off the guests.

Even Wen Yanyu himself was standing by.

Of course, even those who could come to the Changsheng Palace to pay homage at this time were either rich or noble, and few were qualified to greet Wen Yanyu.

This time he presided over the entire funeral.

Naturally, only a few people such as the emperor and the empress could greet him outside the palace gate with the dignity of a court official.

As soon as Jiang Wang appeared, a foreign official from the Ministry of Etiquette came forward and called him Lord Jiang.

To the surprise of the bystanders, Wen Yanyu, who had been silent outside the palace gate for a long time, actually nodded to Jiang Wang with a friendly attitude: "Are you here?"

Jiang Wang originally wanted to shamelessly greet Wen Yanyu first, no matter whether the other party would pay attention to him or not.

Among the real people who went to Wumandu Mountains to look for him in Qi State was Wen Yanyu. Even though it was an order from Emperor Qi, he had to accept this favor.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yanyu spoke first.

He hurried up to greet him and held the courtesy of a junior: "I should have visited the real person at his house long ago, but I didn't expect to be troubled by many things. I am lucky to see you here today. I hope that the real person will forgive me."

"It doesn't matter." Wen Yanyu said slowly: "When you have time, you can go to my Lanxinyuan and sit down. I also let me get in touch with you young people and understand their thoughts."

"Definitely." This was not a place for greetings. Jiang Wang bowed politely and said wisely: "You are busy first, and this junior will go in first."

Wen Tinglan once invited him to Lanxinyuan, where Wen Yanyu had private tea and met friends, but he had not been there yet. Wen Yanyu personally invited him again this time, which can be said to be a great honor.

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

Wen Yanyu's show of goodwill was mostly for Yan Fu's sake.

To give face to Yan Fu's best friend is to help Yan Fu support the situation.

The father-in-law of the big dog family is really good!

He bid farewell to Wen Yanyu and walked directly to the palace.

The route taken this time was different from the previous two times. The apse of the Changsheng Palace was not open to the public during this funeral.

There were palace guards guiding the way along the way, and soon they rounded a screen wall and saw an open field.

The memorial service is held here.

There are fifteen seats in total, and non-elite people are not allowed to sit down.

And Jiang Wang continued to move forward.

At this time, there were many people sitting at the table. Seeing Jiang Wang, it was inevitable that he would feel a little complicated.

The most dazzling genius in Qi State, the Golden Gourd Warrior who has already reached a high position in Qi State’s officialdom, has been in Qi for less than two years.

He has experienced so many earth-shattering things in the past two years, and has left so many thrilling deeds. Now he is already above them.

Chen Fu, the doctor of the court, once said, "The so-called peerless genius is the kind of person who makes you feel depressed."

Now, Jiang Wang also gives many people this feeling?

The funeral of the eleventh prince is not an occasion suitable for greetings after all, so no one dared to disturb him.

Jiang Wang walked forward in silence.

Passing by the memorial seat, it is the main hall of Changsheng Palace.

Jiang Wuqi is said to have died in front of the Emperor of Qi. His coffin was once parked in Donghua Pavilion, which shows the emperor’s grief... Now it has been moved back to Changsheng Palace and parked in the main hall.

Feng Gu, the eunuch in charge of Changsheng Palace, knelt outside the main hall and bowed to everyone who stepped into the main hall to pay tribute.

When he saw Jiang Wang, he pulled up the corners of his mouth and forced a smile: "Lord Jiang came to pay tribute. If His Highness knew about it in the afterlife, he would be happy."

Jiang Wang half squatted down, patted his wrinkled hands, and didn't know what to say, just said: "Thank you for your trouble."

Then he stood up and walked into the hall.

This place was completely decorated as a mourning hall, and the coffin was parked in the hall.

Beside the solemnly carved coffin, stood a familiar figure.

The rough mourning clothes could not hide her tall and fit body, nor could they hide her heroic spirit.

Huaying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou was looking down at the person in the coffin, with no sadness or joy on his face, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Jiang Wang walked 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 obviously would no longer be afraid of the cold...

Of course, he would not cough violently again.

After standing for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said, "I used to have a bad temper. I bullied many people in the palace, either beating this or that...but I never bullied him. Because I always felt that he was like a porcelain doll, I was afraid that he would break if I touched him."

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

At this time, he heard a faint sobbing sound. Looking back, 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 cried very suppressedly.

It was just that Jiang Wuyou's aura was too strong, so he didn't notice the prince at the first time.

However, the two sides didn't have much friendship. Jiang Wang just glanced at Jiang Wuyou with some worry, but didn't say anything.

He found a seat at the edge of the chairs arranged on both sides of the mourning hall and sat down.

Only officials of the third rank and above can enter the main hall of Changsheng Palace to burn incense. At this level, he is indeed at the edge.

Just at this time.

A man in his thirties, with powder on his face and not wearing mourning clothes properly, walked into the mourning hall.

Seeing Jiang Wuyou, he first bowed: "He Zhen greets the Third Prince!"

Jiang Wuyou still looked at the coffin and ignored it.

He didn't care. He walked around the coffin, walked to the offering table, took three incense sticks, 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 then he saw Jiang Wang sitting at the edge.

His eyes lit up, and he came over and sat next to Jiang Wang.

"This must be Qingyangzi, right? I'm He Zhen! Let's get to know each other?"

I don't know if he really admired Jiang Wang, his voice was really too loud, and therefore a little harsh.

Jiang Wang thought about it, and was about to reject the other party calmly, when he heard a cold rebuke.

"What do you think this place is?"

Jiang Wuyou, who was standing next to the coffin, turned slightly and gave a frosty side face. His heroic eyes suddenly had a cold light, and in an instant, it was like a thunder of iron horses and golden swords: "Get out of here!"

He Zhen, the eldest son of the uncle of the state, He Fu, and the nephew of the Queen of Daqi, was stunned.

He subconsciously raised half of his buttocks. He wanted to continue sitting but didn't dare. He wanted to leave but felt too embarrassed.

He even thought that maybe he had heard it wrong, and the owner of Huaying Palace was asking Jiang Wang to get out. After all, he was a "relative".

But when he met Jiang Wuyou's cold eyes, he suddenly had no entanglement.

It was still autumn, but it felt like being in ice and snow.

He was in the mourning hall, but it felt like falling into a killing battlefield.

His body was stiff and his soul trembled.

I didn't care about making any more friends, and almost fled out of the mourning hall in a panic.

Two-in-one, see you tomorrow.

Thanks to the book friend "It's Cloud" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 211th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!

Thanks to the book friend "Yiying Fengyun" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 212th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!