Only emperors of all generations would be buried like this.
Women, there is no such precedent.
Li Chong, the Zhongshu, who has always been calm, did not express any opinions on this.
Judging from his silence, he obviously agreed to bury this woman with the emperor's etiquette! He and the young emperor had a consistent opinion.
For 20 years, this woman has never ascended the throne of the emperor, but she has always exercised the emperor's rights!! What she has always assumed is the emperor's obligations, including internal affairs and diplomacy, wars and killings, and everything she has personally participated in. She has never been able to do so during her lifetime.
This honor cannot be crowned. After death, can't you enjoy some practical treatment?
Li Chong insisted on broadening the imperial tomb.
Since the scholars who read Confucianism from the Southern Dynasties had no objection, what else can others say?
No objection anymore. Everything should be buried with the emperor's courtesy.
At that time, he was about to grow old.
All old friends have been destroyed by time.
He suddenly remembered his brother, Li Yi, who had been dead for a long time, was silent during his lifetime, and was also infamous after his death. Only one emperor got a rare nickname because of him - Li Huan!!!
Is the spirit in heaven happy or sad?
On this day, the wind is blew.
The entire Beiwudang was completely silent.
The funeral procession has gone very far.
Gone are the excitement of the Xianbei people.
After seeing off Empress Feng, their steps were about to embark on the journey to Luoyang - at that time, Luoyang's palaces were already being built, some vanguard troops had arrived, and the supplies had been hoarded very abundantly.
Everything is irreversible.
This time I went to Luoyang, it took thousands of miles.
There is no possibility of returning here every summer for a vacation and training.
The accompanying capital no longer exists.
Just like this golden apple tree after a bumper harvest all over the mountains.
The red leaves fell one by one.
The golden sunshine is chilling - it is frosting, winter is coming.
There is only the lingering elegy.
That was the life of Queen Mother Feng.
From then on, the soul went away.
After a long time, he was alone at the foot of the mountain. He was close to a huge rock, and his body was like a huge bat, staring at the magical jungle in vastness.