The ceremony of the enthronement ceremony is long and complicated.

But it doesn’t matter.

As soon as Xue Qingyin sat down, a waiter eagerly brought a soft pillow to support her waist, then stuffed a hand stove into her arms, and also put a soup pot under her feet.

Immediately afterwards, another burst of hot mist rose, and the aroma also floated.

The waiter began to place stoves, pots, snacks, wine and meat on the table...

While the ministers were paying homage to the new emperor one by one, Xue Qingyin was eating the Bo Xia offering.

They reported the scope of their duties. During the recent government affairs, Xue Qingyin was eating the Bo Xia offering.

The ministers were invited to a banquet and they ate cold food. Xue Qingyin finally ate slowly and was full.

In this winter weather, how can cold food be compared with hot food?

But for big banquets, there has always been only cold food.

Xue Qingyin refused to eat, but the warm aroma penetrated into everyone's nose, so that after the enthronement ceremony was over, no one else remembered it, only how greedy that pot was.

One by one, they returned home and were greeted by their wives. The anxiety on their faces dissipated after smelling the aroma.

"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 the smell of meat? Wait, isn't someone being cooked in public?"

Meeting the horrified look in his wife's eyes, the man sighed heavily: "Nonsense! How could the new emperor be so cruel? If word spreads, you and I will kill the nine tribes!"

"Today, there are just people in the palace eating the Bo Xia offering." The man said, feeling uneasy all over, and said, "Ask the kitchen to get a bowl of hot noodle soup."

The lady nodded repeatedly, and when she left, she couldn't help but curiously asked: "It is a popular thing in Beijing to make Xia Gong. It is said that there is a village outside the city who is very good at making this thing... but who dares to eat it in the palace?"

"Princess Xuan... No, Queen."

"That's okay."

This kind of dialogue also happened in other houses.

After all, at first it was said that it was the Qing emperor, and everyone still believed it. But when the Anxi army entered the imperial city, all the mansions were guarded in the name of protection.

If you still can't see King Xuan's intention, you'd be really stupid.

Since it is a "rebellion", it is inevitable to worry that the husband at home will be beheaded on the spot if he insists on being upright and unyielding in power...

Fortunately, it's all over.

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

A carriage slowly ran over the bluestone road.

Passers-by only saw the majestic procession following the carriage, but they did not know that the people sitting inside were the new emperor and the new empress.

According to the current custom, a woman should stay in bed for at least a month after giving birth. During this month, the doors and windows should be closed tightly, no wind can be seen, and she cannot go out. She should be provided with good food and drink every day, and smoke should be smoked to disperse the blood...

…

Not only that, but also why the child can only be left to the wet nurse to feed, and the wife cannot see her husband, because the blood will be passed on to the husband...

Xue Qingyin got a headache after hearing this.

You might as well just strangle me to death.

Now Xue Qingyin wrapped herself in a big cloak and put on a furry hat. Accompanied by Prince Xuan, no... He Junting personally, they left the palace together and went to pick up the young master outside the city gate.

With the palace people and He Junting waiting on you, there is no need to worry about getting tired.

"We're here." Du Hongxue's voice sounded outside the carriage.

He is the one responsible for leading the horse today.

"Are you at the city gate?" Xue Qingyin lifted the curtain and was about to rush out, but He Junting grabbed her.

"I'll hold you." He said.

Xue Qingyin shook her head: "No, your injuries haven't healed yet."

"...It's already healed, Yin Yin."

"Don't throw me if you can't hold me firmly."

"..."

However, these words were very effective, and finally persuaded He Junting.

Xue Qingyin was in front stepping on a footstool to get out of the carriage, while He Junting was behind holding up her skirt.

Not long after getting off the carriage, I saw a group of people galloping towards me on horseback.

The leader is Zhao Xufeng.

If you ignore his obviously different expression from ordinary people, he looks extremely brave at the moment.

When he arrived, he turned over, dismounted, and staggered.

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

Zhao Xufeng has become even thinner and has a sharp jaw. There is snow on his head that has not been brushed off. At first glance, it looks like he has turned gray overnight.

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

"A Feng, let's go." Xue Qingyin said.

Tears slowly shed from Zhao Xufeng's dull eyes.

The body of Zhao Guogong rested on the Duke's mansion.

Zhao Xufeng followed Xue Qingyin and the others back to his home. This home that he was so familiar with in the past has changed.

White flags were hung everywhere.

"Young Master? Your Young Master is back!" The servants in the mansion cried out after being shocked.

Without the Duke of Guo, even General Manager Zhao, who had followed him for many years, also left. For a while, there was no backbone in the mansion...

How can you not be excited to see your young master coming back now?

As long as the young master is still there, there will still be people who can hold up the lintel.

But soon, the man lowered his head in disappointment and said with great sadness: "According to the rules, relatives should change the shroud for the Duke before burial. But this... the only one left in this family is the young grandfather. The young grandfather is the only one left.

My father-in-law again..."

Don't talk about changing the shroud for the Duke of Guo.

He can't even dress himself.

There is probably no hope whether the lintel will hold up...

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

How could the people in the Duke's palace not recognize her?

He was shocked when he saw her and quickly saluted. Who knew that Xue Qingyin came in, followed by someone...

"Meet the queen, meet your majesty!" After the man said it, he felt it was inappropriate. But he did see the queen first!

Fortunately, he looked carefully and found that there was no anger on the new emperor's face.

The new emperor only looked at the queen, his eyes fixed on her.

"A Feng, 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 towards the coffin.

The snow season is long and embalming materials were used, so Duke Zhao's body has not yet emitted a peculiar smell.

Zhao Xufeng clung to the coffin and buried his head in it.

He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face seriously.

Fell asleep.

he thought.

At this time, a servant came over holding a shroud.

"Young Master...please."

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

The servant's eyes suddenly turned red: "This, this... the young master can't accept the death of the grand master."

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

Zhao Xufeng nodded, looking stubborn.

The servant said in a stunned voice: "But this is the shroud that the Duke himself chose for himself when he was alive."

Xue Qingyin frowned and said, "Let's change."

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