Zhu Yunxi was at the front of the ceremonial guard, with more than fifty armored warriors, their footsteps thundering.
Afterwards, there were dozens of tall, brocade-clad captains wearing embroidered flying fish uniforms and futou on their heads.
As the emperor's personal soldiers, the flying fish uniforms they wear are extremely gorgeous. The flying fish are not fish, but pythons embroidered with thread.
Junran's sonorous footsteps stepped on the ground, breaking the tranquility of the palace in the early morning, and also attracted waves of surprise.
The palace guards looked at the soldiers who followed Zhu Yunxi out of the palace with envy. Those in the palace bowed down even more humbly.
In the Daming Palace, except for the emperor, who would dare to create such a big battle. Not even the prince back then did such a thing.
Zhu Yunxi, who is sitting on a soft sedan, has an upright body. He is wearing a five-clawed golden dragon made of light red Shu brocade and embroidered with gold thread. He wears a nine-slit leather bian studded with gems and a white jade belt around his waist. On the left is
Lotus sachet, on the right is a jade pendant with dragon pattern.
He wears thick-soled embroidered boots, a slender sword on his waist, and a crystal-clear wrench on his right thumb.
(Princes in the early Ming Dynasty could wear five-clawed dragon robes.)
Looking from a distance, it looks so majestic that people dare not look directly at it.
The prince's honor guard walked out of Fengtian Hall, walked through the East Palace, and walked through the University Hall.
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In the school, Prince Shen, Zhu Mo and other little boys and princes watched Zhu Yunxi's honor guard passing by with enthusiastic eyes, full of envy.
"Brother Xi is so majestic!" Tang Wang Zhu Dong suddenly shouted.
On the soft sedan chair, Zhu Yunxi heard the call and waved his hands with a smile.
"Brother Xi!" He waved his hand, and the young princes in the university hall rushed to shout to him.
The old-fashioned gentlemen in the school did not stop him either. Fang Xiaoru, Liu Sanwu and others looked at the direction in which Zhu Yunxi was going, and they all smiled.
There was only Zhu Yunwen. He just glanced at him and lowered his head gently.
Outside the window, Zhu Yunxi was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon suit with gold threads. And he was also wearing mourning clothes.
Lu's funeral was extremely quick and shabby, so shabby that there was no auditorium and no one came to express condolences.
They were simply buried under the coffin, with very few funeral items. And because the late prince was buried with Zhu Yunxi’s mother, Chang, the underground palace had been sealed and could not be opened.
Lu had the title of Crown Princess, but she could only serve as a concubine and was buried on the side of the cemetery. And he, the originally favored grandson of the emperor, has now become a marginalized person.
He could clearly feel that he had become a dispensable person in the palace. The slaves no longer respected him, the teachers no longer loved him, and the uncles and princes in the school did not even look at him.
A bird spread its wings outside the window and flew high, and Zhu Yunwen's heart also flew away with it.
"Grandfather, you said you wanted your grandson to become a vassal, but you also said you wanted to fief the land!"
This is the case for people with cowardly personalities. When faced with difficulties, they don’t think about how to escape or how to make progress. Instead, they think about how to escape.
The huge palace door slowly opened in front of Zhu Yunxi.
Surrounded by the royal guards, he got out of the sedan chair and changed into a carriage, heading out of the city.
Thirty miles outside Yingtian City is the beautiful Jiangjun Mountain.
At this moment, a long funeral procession is winding its way on the mountain road.
Because Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, the funeral procession followed the regulations of the vassal king. At the front of the procession were musicians from the Ministry of Rites and guards of honor.
Behind him were the accompanying officials of the Ministry of Rites, and beside the coffin were the children of the Mu family. Behind the team, there were dozens of knights with sad faces following silently.
Zhu Yunxi arrived before them. He had already come out of the carriage and was waiting by the roadside. Behind him on Jiangjun Mountain, the Ministry of Industry had already built an underground palace for Mu Ying, and other side halls were being gradually built.
The mausoleum is also a kind of ritual. It not only has the surrounding fields allocated to the guardians of the mausoleum, but also houses for family members to worship and stay, and a side hall for the king.
Seeing Zhu Yunxi standing on the roadside, Mu Ying's son Mu Chun, Minister of Rites Li Yuan and other officials, as well as the soldiers following the coffin, all came forward to pay tribute.
"I will see His Highness the King of Wu!"
"Everyone, please stand up!" Zhu Yunxi walked up to Muchun in person and helped him up with his own hands, "My condolences!"
"My lord!" Mu Chungen swallowed, "On behalf of my father, I would like to thank His Highness King Wu!"
"Don't say that. After all, I am also a junior of King Qianning!" Zhu Yunxi looked at the long funeral procession and sighed, "A few years ago, my father took me to see King Qianning. I didn't expect that now, they and
We are all separated forever!"
"Your Highness!" As soon as these words came out, Muchun burst into tears.
During her lifetime, Mu Ying had the best friendship with Prince Zhu Biao among all the princes. This time she died of a sudden illness because she heard that the prince died of illness, which led to the recurrence of his old illness.
A good man walking in this world must not be ungrateful. Throughout his life, Mu Ying was extremely filial to his adoptive father and mother, and cared deeply for his brothers with different surnames. After his death, his descendants had to travel thousands of miles to return his coffin to the capital and bury it next to the Zhu family.
This kind of affection is touching. Zhu Yunxi untied a piece of white silk from the Mu family and tied it around his waist.
"Your Highness!" The people around were shocked.
The King of Wu had a distinguished status. Although Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, he was still a minister of the Zhu family.
Muchun was even more panicked. He reached out to pull the white silk around Zhu Yunxi's waist, but was blocked by the other party.
"My father told me when he was still alive that although we are not blood relatives, they are better than blood relatives. Grandpa Huang has never regarded King Qianning as an outsider. As a junior, I express my feelings and send King Qianning on his last journey." Zhu Yunxi said seriously.
Said, "Let's go, I'll go with you to see him off!"
"Your Highness!" Mu Chun and the Mu family were already crying.
The officials of the Ministry of Rites wanted to persuade him again, but when they saw the soldiers who were escorting Mu Ying's coffin coming forward and bowing down to thank Zhu Yunxi, they remained silent.
Most of these generals who got off their horses were in their forties and in their prime. All of them were strong-backed and strong-backed, and they looked like battle-hardened generals. Moreover, the horses they were riding and the armors they wore all showed that they were among the Ming Dynasty's five senses.
, the grade is not low.
Among these people, Zhu Yunxi knew two of them, and in his memory, they had a very close relationship with his father, Zhu Biao.
Both of them are the adopted sons of the old man, one is Ping'an and the other is Xu Sima, and they both hold important positions in the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army.
Of these two people, Zhu Yunxi only knew the historical trajectory of Ping'an. As the adopted son of the old man, he was also a fierce general.
During the Battle of Jingnan, Zhu Di's few defeats were at his hands. Moreover, Ping'an personally killed several of Zhu Di's generals.
In fact, they were childhood friends and went to war outside the Great Wall together. Later, Zhu Di did not kill him, but sent him to Peking so that the prince could treat him well.
Seeing Zhu Yunxi looking at him, Ping An quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Mu, if you have knowledge under the spring, you will definitely appreciate King Wu's kindness." After saying that, he stood up and looked at Zhu Yunxi lovingly, "If the prince has knowledge under the spring, he will also
You will surely marvel at the wisdom of King Wu!"
Zhu Yunxi nodded slightly in response and followed the funeral procession.
Looking at Zhu Yunxi's figure, Xie Jin whispered, "Although he has lost his etiquette, King Wu is also a sexual lover."
As he said that, he looked at Tie Xuan, a little surprised, "Why did you bring white silk too?"
Tie Xuan also put on white silk around his waist and said, "I respect the loyalty of King Qian Ning and treat him with the courtesy of a junior." After saying that, he paused and said, "Besides, the King of Wu has brought it, and you and I are the King of Wu.
Private minister, why don’t you take me with you?”
Xie Jin looked around and whispered, "Old man, give me the next one!"
Tie Xuan's face twitched twice, "Master Jie, are you looking down on me? Are you giving me nicknames at will?"
Xie Jin didn't take it seriously, "You are older than me, so it's not an exaggeration to call you an old man!"
"Okay!" Tie Xuan suddenly sneered, "Then I'll ask you to relieve yourself from now on!"
The underground palace of the mausoleum was opened, and Zhu Yunxi stood outside and looked at the mourners, holding the funerary objects and entering along the tomb passage. Most of Mu Ying's funerary objects were armor and weapons used during her lifetime, and very few gold, silver, pearls and jade.
After the door of the underground palace was closed, the Mu family, headed by Mu Chun, burned incense and bowed before the stone offering.
"The Holy One has a decree!"
After the Mu family members kowtowed, Zhu Yunxi spoke loudly.
"I will listen to your orders!" The Mu family knelt down to Zhu Yunxi.
Zhu Yunxi clasped his hands behind his back and conveyed Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict with his head held high, "I have dozens of adopted sons, Mu Ying is the eldest. When he was still young, he followed me into battle with a sword. He fought for more than twenty years and suffered countless wounds.
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"When the Ming Dynasty was unified, Mu Ying, as my adopted son, did not want to enjoy life in the hub, so she went to the border to open up territory for the Ming Dynasty and guard one area. Herdsmen taught and taught her, and her kindness was very wide."
"Mu Ying regarded me as a father, and I treated him like a son. I am extremely sad that he died so young."
"Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, given the posthumous title of "Zhao Jing", and enjoyed the Imperial Ancestral Temple."
"Then, the descendants of the Mu family will live in Yunnan for generations and rest with the country!"
"Long live my emperor, long live the emperor!" After the Mu family shouted long live for three times, they burst into tears again.
Funerals are always heavy and sad. After Mu Ying was buried, the Mu family had to guard the mausoleum, so Zhu Yunxi went back to the palace first.
At sunset, Zhu Yunxi dragged his tired body back to the Forbidden City.
But there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the Fengtian Palace. The people in the palace were frightened, and the memorials were scattered all over the empty imperial desk.
"Your Highness, the emperor is angry and is sulking in the backyard!" Pu Bucheng said in Zhu Yunxi's ear.
Zhu Yunxi lowered his head and picked up a memorial, and two words suddenly came to his mind: broken.
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There are only two chapters today. I just had a little girl pull me to drink two bottles of 1664, which made me dizzy.
I'll take a nap, and if I feel well tonight, I'll feed everyone.
