The ceremony of the throne ceremony was long and cumbersome.

But it's okay.

Since Xue Qingyin took a seat, an eunuch earnestly took a soft pillow to cushion her waist, stuffed a hand stove into her arms, and didn't forget to put a soup pot under her feet.

Immediately afterwards, another hot fog rose, and the fragrance also drifted.

The eunuch began to set stoves, pots, snacks, wine and meat on the table...

When the ministers paid a visit to the new emperor one by one, Xue Qingyin was eating the offerings of the puffering clouds.

They reported their powers and said that in the recent government affairs, Xue Qingyin was offering sacrifices to the sky.

At the banquet for the ministers, they ate cold food, Xue Qingyin finally slowly got full.

How can cold food be compared with hot food in this winter?

But above the banquet, there has always been only cold food.

Xue Qingyin stopped eating, but the scent of heat penetrated into everyone's nose, so after the ceremony of the throne ended, I didn't remember the one next to me, just remembering how greedy that pot was.

They went home one by one, and the wife of the family greeted her, and the anxiety on her face also dissipated after smelling the fragrance.

"I thought something might happen today, and I was worried that the master would be stubborn and cause blood to splatter on the spot."

"Why did you come back with a scent of meat? Wait, can't someone be cooked in the hall, right?"

When he met the wife's horrified gaze, the man sighed heavily: "Nonsense! How could the new emperor be so cruel? If it is reported, you and I will kill the nine clans!"

"Today, there are people in the palace who eat sauna." The man said, feeling uncomfortable all over and said, "Call the kitchen to get a bowl of hot noodle soup."

The lady nodded repeatedly, and when she left, she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Puxia Gong, it has been popular in Beijing recently. It is said that there is a village outside the city that can make this thing... But who dares to eat it in the palace?"

"Princess Xuan... no, queen."

"That's nothing."

Such conversations also happen in other mansions.

After all, it was said that it was the first time to clear the lord, and everyone believed it very much. But when the Anxi Army entered the imperial city, they guarded all the mansions in the name of protection.

If you still can't see King Xuan's intentions, you'd be a fool.

Since it was a "rebellion", it is inevitable that my husband in his family would not surrender and would be beheaded on the spot...

Fortunately, everything is over.

Beijing has returned to its former peace. Walking on the streets, you can only smell the bitter cold plum blossoms in winter.

A carriage slowly ran over the bluestone road.

Passers-by saw the majestic team following the carriage, but they didn't know that the current new emperor and new queen were sitting inside.

According to the current trend, women should be bedridden for at least one month after giving birth. During this month, doors and windows should be closed tightly, and they should not be able to see any wind or go out. They should provide delicious food and drinks every day, and smoke thick smoke to disperse blood and energy...

…

Not only that, there are any children that can only be fed to the wet nurse, and the wife cannot see her husband, because the blood will pass by her husband...

Xue Qingyin got a headache when she heard this.

It's better to strangle me to death.

At this moment, Xue Qingyin wrapped her cloak and put on a fluffy hat. King Xuan, not... He Junting personally accompanied him to leave the palace together and wanted to go outside the city gate to pick up the young master.

If you have a palace servant and He Junting serving you, you don’t have to worry about being tired.

"Here." Du Hongxue's voice sounded outside the carriage.

He is the one who is responsible for leading the horse today.

"Have you reached the city gate?" Xue Qingyin lifted up the curtain and was about to rush out, but was grabbed by He Junting.

"I'll hold you." He said.

Xue Qingyin shook her head: "Don't, your injuries have not healed yet."

“…It’s already great, Yinyin.”

"If you can't hold it hard, don't throw me down."

“…”

But this was very effective, and he persuaded He Junting to stop him.

Xue Qingyin stepped on a footstool in front and got off the carriage, while He Junting carried her skirt behind her.

After getting off the carriage, a group of people rushed over.

The leader is Zhao Xufeng.

If he ignores his obviously different expression from ordinary people, he looks particularly brave now.

When he arrived, he turned over and staggered.

Then he walked straight to Xue Qingyin, opened his mouth but couldn't spit out a word.

Zhao Xufeng became even thinner and his jaw was sharp. His head was covered with snow and it didn't brush away. At first glance, it seemed like his head turned white overnight.

He was very tired and haggard, and his eyes were dull.

"Afeng, we're leaving." Xue Qingyin said.

Tears slowly shed in Zhao Xufeng's dull eyes.

The body of Duke Zhao was parked at Duke Guo’s mansion.

Zhao Xufeng followed Xue Qingyin and the others back to the mansion. This home that was very familiar to the past had changed.

White banners were hung everywhere.

"Little Master? Little Master is back!" The servants in the mansion were shocked and cried.

Without the Duke, even General Manager Zhao, who had been with him for many years, went there. For a moment, there was no backbone in the mansion...

How could you not be excited to see the young master come back?

As long as the young master is still there, there is still someone who can support the door.

But soon, the man lowered his head in disappointment and said sadly: "According to the rules, relatives should change into the funeral for the prince before the burial. But... the only relative is the little prince.

The man again…”

Let alone changing the shrouds for the Duke.

He can't even dress himself.

I guess there is no hope for this lintel to be able to hold on...

"He can wear it." Xue Qingyin said and stepped into the door.

How could the people in the Duke’s Mansion not recognize her?

When he saw her, he was shocked and asked to salute. Who knew that Xue Qingyin had come in, and there was another one behind him...

"Greetings to the Queen, to the Majesty!" The man felt it was inappropriate after he said that. But he did see the Queen first!

Fortunately, he glanced carefully and found that there was no anger on the face of the new emperor.

The new emperor only looked at the queen and stared at it.

"Afeng, can you change your father's clothes, right?" Xue Qingyin looked at Zhao Xufeng.

Zhao Xufeng was stunned and didn't seem to understand.

But Xue Qingyin still pushed him in the direction of the coffin.

This snow season has been long, and antiseptics have been used, so the body of Duke Zhao has not yet emitted a strange smell.

Zhao Xufeng stuck to the coffin and buried his head in.

He stared at the familiar and unfamiliar face seriously.

Going asleep.

He thought.

At this moment, the servant walked over with his shroud.

"Mr....please."

Zhao Xufeng stared at him, raised his hand and threw it on the ground.

The servant suddenly turned red: "This, this... the young master cannot accept the death of the prince."

Xue Qingyin looked at Zhao Xufeng's expression and whispered: "No. Do you don't like the shroud, right? Is it?"

Zhao Xufeng nodded, looking stubborn.

The servant said in a daze: "But this is the shroud that the Duke of the State personally picked for himself during his lifetime."

Xue Qingyin frowned and said, "Change your clothes."

The servant looked confused: "What to change?"
To be continued...