October 26, the fifty-fifth year of Yuanfeng, was the day of Jiang Wuqi’s funeral.
 This funeral was of unprecedented scale.
The ceremony was officiated by Wen Yanyu, the official of the imperial court, who was in charge of the Ministry of Rites.
Edict of the Emperor:
Ninety guards in Changsheng Palace, 600 officials of the officials of the ancestors' houses, and 27 days of mourning.
 In the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, people took off their hats and wore plain clothes for seven days.
He is respected as the Son of Heaven, and he wears his crown as a sacrifice for three days.
 There is a ceremony in the main hall of the Changsheng Palace, and the princes and ministers gather together to perform the rituals.
 A banquet was held outside the palace, and there were fifteen banquets.
 Linzi officials, soldiers and civilians will not have fun within thirteen days, and they will not marry. Officials, soldiers and civilians in the world will not have fun within three days, and they will not get married...
 This type of funeral ceremony has far exceeded the funeral ceremony that a prince should have.
 In a short time, three hundred miles came to Zicheng, and 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 this was not enough, the emperor ordered twenty-three spies from the country, including Yan Tu, the commander of the Yu-Zhan Army, and Li Yougui, the leader of the Sanpin 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 and the earth will mourn. It is indeed a great ritual to pay tribute to the Lord of the Palace of Eternal Life.
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 and have a look?” Zhongxuan Sheng, a member of the Jiang family in Yaoguangfang, said, “There is still a little time.”
 Jiang Wang, dressed in mourning clothes, walked out of the room and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Zhong Xuansheng squinted his eyes, and unknowingly, the boy in front of him had really grown up. He was obviously just wearing coarse linen clothes, but he looked elegant in it. Moreover, the manner in which he walked was really fairy-like.
...Is magic so good?
 Looking again at the uncomfortable mourning clothes on my body...it doesn't fit too well!
There must be a few tailors to come back here. Well, the sedan seeds have to prepare one more. The pot flowers in this courtyard are not very good. You have to change a round.
I thought a lot in my mind at that moment, and said: "Li Yougui has caused you so much pain, don't you want to see how he will be chopped 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, you are not allowed to let him die."
Jiang Wang shook his head: "Since it is already a certain death, what's so good about it?"
 “You don’t hate him?” Shi Shi finally spoke and asked curiously.
"Hate, you harmed 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 thought. 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 anything harsh. Instead, he gently changed the topic: "Today is the funeral of the eleventh prince. Let's hurry up."
Go and offer incense."
 Zhongxuansheng:……
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, I'll go first."
 After saying that, he lifted up his clothes and left without giving Zhongxuan Pang a chance to counterattack.
Zhong Xuansheng looked very calm. Looking at the back of this guy, he only said to Shi Shi: "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 chalcedony under the influence of Ling Chi. And if he wants to closely observe the data of 3,318 times of real people in the world being knifed. In addition, it can cut through gold.
The executioner has a chalcedony body and a real body, and his sword skills are worth learning."
　　Fourteen thought about it for a while, and had to admit that what Chong Xuan Sheng said made sense. Jiang Wang was indeed someone who would be interested in these things.
“Then will you go and see it?” she asked.
 “I’m not going.” Chongxuan Sheng 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?” Shi Shi asked as he chased after him.
“It’s better to be a little later...” Chong 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.
Daqi Crown Prince Jiang Wuhua, 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 am afraid that you will be too sad, so I came to see you. I will meet you later."
Go to the Palace of Eternal Life."
 Jiang Wuhua then stopped talking.
 The mother and son walked into the palace and sat down.
 Empress 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 be modest and have plain makeup."
 Queen He then 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 standard for a prince, 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 at all, and just said softly: "Eleven has a difficult life, and it is inevitable for my father to be more compassionate. When he was alive, I would not argue with him. Now that he is gone, there is nothing to argue with.
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The Queen sighed and gently brushed 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, 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 mother to take care of you? You are already so good and can’t find faults. Why is he so harsh on you? "
Jiang Wuhua's expression was still gentle, without any trace of resentment: "Inheriting the great responsibility of the country also requires us to be more harsh on the prince. If he makes another mistake after inheriting the throne, it will only 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, with only nobility and magnanimity: "It's best if you think so. No matter you really think so or falsely think so, you should always think so."
Her complaints and dissatisfaction may be genuine, but showing them out is a complete test for the prince. If the prince is not aroused to any resentful emotions in front of her as his mother, then he is truly innocent.
leak.
“I think so sincerely,” Jiang Wuhua said.
As everyone knows, the former 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. He had been idle for six years and kept trying to revive, but ended up losing everything in one fell swoop.
How did the "private words of resentment" become known to the censor?
 A lesson from 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 was good. If she could always behave like this, she would be truly benevolent to the East Palace.
He asked again: “When do you plan to achieve the coming 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 I be sad for Xiao Eleven, or should I be happy for me? My father cannot help but ask, what does the prince want to show? What does the prince want to do?"
"It's good, you are calculating." Queen 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 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 ceremonial officials, Wai Lang, were stationed 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 can come to Changsheng Palace to pay homage at this time are either rich or noble, and few people are qualified to greet Wen Yanyu.
 He presided over the entire funeral this time.
Of course, only a few people, including 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 man from the Ministry of Rites, Wai Lang, came up to him 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: "You're here?"
Jiang Wang originally wanted to shamelessly greet Wen Yanyu first, regardless of whether the other party would pay attention to him or not.
 One of the real people from Qi State who went to Wumandu Mountains to look for him was Wen Yanyu. Even though it was an order from Emperor Qi, he had to accept this favor.
Unexpectedly, Wen Yanyu spoke first.
Hurry up to greet him and give him the gift of a junior: "I should have gone to visit the real person at his house long ago, but I didn't expect to be troubled by everything. 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 will 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 tactfully: "You are busy first, and the juniors 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 invited him personally this time, which can be said to be a great honor.
But Jiang Wang knew very well that although he could be considered to have 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 close friends is to help Yan Fu support the situation.
 The father-in-law of the big dog family is really good!
Farewell to Wen Yanyu and go straight 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. Soon after we rounded a screen wall, we saw an open field.
 The memorial ceremony 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 banquet. Seeing Jiang Wang, it was inevitable that he felt a little complicated.
 The most dazzling talent in Qi State today is the Golden Melon Warrior, who has reached a high official position in Qi State. Upon closer inspection, it turns out that he has been in Qi for less than two years.
In the past two years, we have experienced so many earth-shattering events and left so many thrilling deeds. Now we are above these people.
Chaoyi doctor Chen Fu once said, "The so-called peerless genius is the kind of person who makes you feel depressed."
Now Jiang Wang, doesn’t it make many people feel this way?
After all, the eleventh prince’s funeral was not a suitable occasion for small talk, so no one rashly came to disturb it.
 Jiang Wang walked forward in silence.
 Walking past the memorial ceremony, you will reach the main hall of the Changsheng Palace.
It is said that Jiang Wuqi died in front of Emperor Qi, and his coffin was once placed in Donghua Pavilion, which shows the emperor's sorrow... Now it has been moved back to Changsheng Palace and is parked in the main hall.
Feng Gu, the eunuch in charge of the Changsheng Palace, knelt and sat outside the main hall, bowing to everyone who entered the main hall to pay homage.
When he saw Jiang Wang, he even raised the corner of his mouth and forced a smile: "Sir Jiang is here to pay homage. His Highness will be happy if he knows about it."
Jiang Wang squatted down and patted his wrinkled hand. He didn't know what to say, so he just said: "You are tired."
 Then he got up and walked into the temple.
This place was completely decorated as a mourning hall, and the coffin was parked in the hall.
Beside the solemnly carved coffin, a familiar figure stood.
The mourning clothes made of rough materials could not hide her tallness, body shape, and heroic appearance.
Huaying Palace Master Jiang Wuyou was looking down at the people in the coffin, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
 Jiang Wang stepped forward.
 The young man lying in the coffin was wearing a purple prince python suit, his eyes were slightly closed, and his face was pale and handsome.
 At this time, he is obviously no longer afraid of the cold...
 Of course I won’t cough violently again.
After standing with him for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said: "I used to have a bad temper. I bullied many people in the palace. I either beat this one or that one... but I never bullied him. Because I always felt like he was like a porcelain.
Baby, I'm afraid it will break if I touch it."
Jiang Wang didn't know what to say, so he just sighed. Then he approached the altar table in front of the coffin, saluted seriously, and offered three sticks of incense to Jiang Wuqi.
At this time, he heard a faint sobbing sound. He turned around and saw that kneeling on the other side of the coffin was an acquaintance, the Fourteenth Prince Jiang Wuyong.
 His eyes were red, his expression was sad, and he was crying very suppressedly.
 It was just that Jiang Wuyou's aura was too strong, so he did not discover the prince immediately.
However, there was no friendship between the two parties. Jiang Wang just glanced at Jiang Wuyou and looked at Jiang Wuyou worriedly, but said nothing.
 Zi Gu sat on the chairs arranged on both sides of the mourning hall and found a seat at the edge.
Only officials of the third rank and above can enter the main hall of the Changsheng Palace to offer incense. At this level, he is indeed on the edge.
Just at this time.
A man in his thirties, with face powder painted on his face and not properly dressed in mourning clothes, walked into the mourning hall.
Seeing Jiang Wuyou, he first bowed: "How can I really meet His Highness the Third Highness?"
Jiang Wuyou still looked into the coffin and ignored it.
He didn’t take it seriously. He walked around the coffin and walked to the offering table. He took three incense sticks, bowed three times, inserted them into the incense burner, then turned around and found a seat to sit.
His eyes swept over the fourteenth prince kneeling on the other side of the coffin. He glanced around and saw Jiang Wang sitting on the edge.
With his eyes lit up, he looked straight over and sat next to Jiang Wang.
“This must be Qingyangzi, right? I am He Zhen! Do you want to know me?”
I don’t know if I really admire Jiang Wang, but his voice is a bit too loud, which makes it a bit harsh.
Jiang Wang thought for a while and was about to reply calmly when he heard a cold rebuke.
 “What do you think this is?”
 Jiang Wuyou, who was standing next to the coffin, turned his face slightly and gave only a frosty profile. His eyes suddenly shone with a cold light, and for a moment, he was like an iron horse with a golden sword and a violent thunder: "Get out of here!"
 The only son of uncle He Fu and the nephew of Empress Da Qi, the eldest son He Zhen was stunned for a moment.
 I subconsciously raised half of my buttocks. I wanted to continue sitting but didn't dare. I wanted to leave but felt it was too embarrassing.
He even felt that maybe he had heard wrongly. The master of Huaying Palace should be Jiang Wanggun, and he could be considered a "relative" anyway.
 But as soon as he met Jiang Wuyou's cold eyes, all the worries were gone.
　　It is obviously still autumn, but it feels like we are in a world of ice and snow.
　　Obviously you are in the mourning hall, but you feel like you are trapped in a killing battlefield.
 His body was stiff and his soul was trembling.
Chapter completed!