Eunuch Yang's body was transported out of the palace overnight and sent all the way to the imperial mausoleum.
A rootless chamberlain was usually buried haphazardly after his death. However, Eunuch Yang's mausoleum was arranged two months ago. It is located in the northeast corner of the imperial mausoleum, very close to Emperor Qing'an's unbuilt mausoleum.
Being buried next to the emperor's mausoleum is a great honor after death.
As the adopted son, Feng Shaojun personally carried the coffin for Eunuch Yang. The prince led dozens of servants and followed him closely. Everyone wore mourning clothes and burst into tears from time to time, looking like a filial son and a filial grandson.
Feng Shaojun couldn't cry at this time. All the tears that needed to be shed were shed yesterday. Her expression was dull and she remained silent all the way, immersed in huge indescribable sadness.
The next night, they arrived at the imperial mausoleum and the coffin was placed properly. Feng Shaojun picked up the shovel and shoveled the first piece of soil. Next, the guards in the imperial mausoleum took action.
By the time the tomb was closed, it was already getting light.
Feng Shaojun knelt in front of the tomb and put the yellow paper into the brazier. The strong flames greedily devoured the paper money.
The prince knelt down with a sad face and kowtowed three times. The other servants also kowtowed one by one with red eyes.
"Eunuch Feng, our family must return to the palace first." Eunuch Wang cried all the way, and his voice was already hoarse from crying: "I also ask Eunuch Feng to express your condolences and don't hurt your body."
Feng Shaojun finally turned around and glanced at Eunuch Wang: "Thank you Eunuch Wang for coming to see your adoptive father off for the last time."
Eunuch Wang felt sour in his heart when he heard this: "You are Eunuch Yang's adopted son. Our family does not have this status, but these years, we have regarded Eunuch Yang as our adopted father from the bottom of our hearts. How can our family not come when Eunuch Yang is gone?"
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In fact, these dozens of chamberlains have all been taken care of by Eunuch Yang.
At this time, everyone knelt down and kowtowed to say goodbye with sad faces.
Feng Shaojun was not in the mood to speak and only whispered to the prince: "I will stay and stay with my adoptive father for seven days. After a few days, I will return to the palace and meet with the emperor. Then I will have to leave the capital again.
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The prince was stunned and asked subconsciously: "If you are not on duty in the palace, where else are you going?"
These days, he and Eunuch Shao have been secretly discussing and thinking. They have long thought about giving in, with Feng San'er as the leader! Why does Feng San'er still want to leave?
Feng Shaojun saw through Eunuch Wang's thoughts, but did not explain much. He just said lightly: "I came back this time just to see my adoptive father off. I have no intention of competing with you for power. You and Eunuch Shao can rest assured and do your work. There is no need to do so."
Treat me as your opponent."
Eunuch Wang was a little embarrassed and wanted to explain. He knelt in front of Eunuch Yang's grave in front of all the servants, but it was inconvenient to say anything.
Feng Shaojun turned his head and said nothing.
The prince sighed secretly, kowtowed three times respectfully, and then led the servants away.
In front of the grave, only a lonely figure was left.
On this day, the sky was dark and dark, and at some point, it started to drizzle.
Feng Shaojun did not give way and continued to kneel in front of his adoptive father's grave.
After death, the soul should rest for seven days before being buried. It is said that the human soul does not disperse after death and will stay in the world for seven days before returning to the underworld. Unfortunately, Eunuch Yang could not rest in the palace and hurriedly transported it out of the palace for burial. She
I will kneel here for seven days in honor of my adoptive father.
The drizzle was blown askew by the gentle breeze, hitting my cheeks with a chill.
The rain mixed with tears and slowly slid down.
Kneeling down and observing filial piety is the most painful thing.
Seven days was neither long nor short. Feng Shaojun knelt in front of the grave during the day and went back to his room to sleep for a few hours at night. He ate cold food every day.
After seven days, Feng Shaojun lost a lot of weight.
Seven whole days was enough for Feng Shaojun to put all his sorrow and grief on it.
On this day, Feng Shaojun kowtowed three times in front of the grave and whispered: "Father, San'er is leaving. Every year on the anniversary of his death, San'er will kowtow to his adoptive father and burn paper from a distance. I hope his adoptive father will be in Jiuquan.
Rest in peace.”
Taking one last look at Eunuch Yang's grave, a long sigh floated in the air.
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It took a day for Feng Shaojun to return to the capital.
She was not in a hurry to enter the palace, but went to her private house first. After bathing and changing clothes, she took a long sleep. During this sleep, she slept in darkness, and when she woke up, it was bright outside.
After asking the subordinates in the house, it turned out that she had slept for half a day and a whole night.
Feng Shaojun was hungry, so he ate a large bowl of hot noodle soup to fill his stomach and gain strength.
Feng Shaojun packed up in front of the bronze mirror, left the private house again, and went straight to the palace.
She had promised her adoptive father that after the funeral, she would go to the palace to see the emperor and say goodbye in person. This was the last wish of her adoptive father, and since she agreed, she would fulfill it.
When they arrived outside the palace gate, before she could call the door, the palace door opened.
A chamberlain came out to welcome him and bowed first: "Since yesterday, the emperor has sent me to wait for Eunuch Feng here."
In this way, there will be less trouble with words.
Feng Shaojun nodded slightly, followed the chamberlain into the palace gate, and went all the way to the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
This chamberlain was a confidant of the prince and one of the people who sent Eunuch Yang to his burial. He sighed in a low voice: "As soon as Eunuch Yang left, the emperor fell ill. His Royal Highness was responsible for everything in the court.
It was not until yesterday that the emperor recovered."
Feng Shaojun was in no mood to talk.
The chamberlain continued to whisper: "The emperor is in a bad mood. He will enter the Hall of Supreme Harmony later. Eunuch Feng must be careful when dealing with it."
Feng Shaojun nodded, indicating that he had accepted the good intention of the chamberlain.
The journey was smooth and there was no waiting, so we met Emperor Qing'an.
After Feng Shaojun entered the palace, he bowed and saluted: "Slave Feng San'er, I have met the emperor."
Emperor Qing'an glanced at Feng Shaojun's thin figure, and felt unspeakable sadness in his heart: "Without courtesy, stay on your own." Then he ordered Wang Gonggong and others to leave.
Soon, Emperor Qing'an and Feng Shaojun were the only two people left in Nuo Da's Hall of Supreme Harmony.
This is the first time the two of them have been alone since Feng Shaojun returned to Beijing.
I didn't feel embarrassed at all, but no one broke the silence for a while. Both of them were silently thinking about the same person. In terms of their friendship with Eunuch Yang, they were the only two who were the saddest in the world.
"Kneel down and observe mourning for Yang Jinghe for seven days." After a long time, Emperor Qing'an opened his mouth and broke the silence: "Yang Jinghe must be very happy to know that he is underground."
"He was right. Accepting you as his adopted son was the wisest decision he made in his life."
Feng Shaojun's eyes flashed with intense sadness, and his voice was already calm: "It's not in vain for me to return to Beijing if I can send my adoptive father off for his last journey. I entered the palace today to say goodbye to the emperor. This is also my adoptive father's last wish."
Emperor Qing'an looked at Feng Shaojun and said slowly: "If it hadn't been for Yang Jinghe's instructions, wouldn't you have come to the palace to see me again?"
Feng Shaojun raised his eyes and looked back calmly: "Yes."
