Many years ago, the emperor brought Feng Danyuan, who was only as big as Feng Jiayu, into the palace and taught him like a prince.
At that time, Feng Danyuan looked up at the emperor and felt that he was tall, majestic, and very kind.
At this moment, Feng Danyuan looked down at the emperor, who had gray hair on his temples and would never be kind to him again.
He was so depressed that he could hardly breathe. He was more than just a little sad.
I can't watch it anymore, but if I don't watch it now, I will never have the chance to see him again...
While he was struggling, he heard Lu Zheng's voice: "The queen is here!"
Feng Danyuan was startled, then turned his head.
Yunyao was carefully supported by Grandma Li and Grandma Zhou and was walking slowly.
Behind Yunyao was Wei Zi.
Wei Zi silently said three words with her lips: Canghailu.
Feng Danyuan understood clearly, raised his finger slightly, and injected the thick "Canghailu" into Yunyao's weak body.
Yunyao finally walked to the emperor's coffin. Her dumbfounded expression became chapped after seeing the body in the coffin. Her tears were like spring water, and she couldn't stop falling.
At first she was holding back her tears, but once the spring opened, could she stop it?
The sound of choking became louder and louder. Yun Yao cried loudly regardless of her dignity as a queen and her body that was still in confinement just after returning from hell.
Feng Danyuan increased the power of "Canghailu", and Wei Zi reached out to support Yunyao and pierced a silver needle into her body.
"Your Majesty, my condolences." As she spoke, she also winked at Aunt Zhou.
Aunt Zhou quickly half-hugged Yun Yao and took her aside to sit down.
Yunyao's crying was like a pair of scissors, cutting through the originally heavy and stagnant atmosphere. First the concubines started crying, and then the rest of the royal family.
Suddenly, all kinds of cries were like rivers, and finally merged into a vast ocean, flooding most of the palace.
Perhaps because the crying around her was too loud, Yun Yao gradually stopped crying and regained her dazed expression just now.
But in that expression, the courage and perseverance of being the mother of a country returned.
The emperor was gone, but she still had two children and the world of Yun Guo to take care of.
Wei Zi quietly pulled out the silver needle.
She knew that the queen could hold her breath on her own.
*
On the day of the emperor's funeral, it rained.
Amidst the patter of rain, the people of the imperial capital spontaneously stood on both sides of the road and sent each other off neatly along the road.
Feng Danyuan saw it and knew that this was the people's evaluation of the emperor.
The emperor has done some wrong things in the past few years, but he is still a good emperor after all. He is diligent and caring for the people, and he appoints talents and innovates. During his twenty-seven years in office, the four regions of the Yun Kingdom were pacified, and the world was at peace, with He Qing and Hai Yan just a few steps away.
Already.
The emperor fulfilled his promise back then.
Let him complete the next few steps.
*
After the national mourning, the new king was supposed to take over the throne and handle political affairs, but the prince still looked like a living dead.
Taoist Master Baopu tried every method he could think of, but to no avail.
A country can be without a king for a day, but it cannot be without someone to take charge of the overall situation.
The eyes of all the ministers couldn't help but fall on King Yan: In this national mourning, Your Majesty, you have fully demonstrated your ability to handle major events. Do you want to stop taking charge for a while?