In Prince Yong's Mansion, Ling Ruo has been sitting quietly in a chair since Yinzhen left, her expression as calm as water. But if you look carefully, you will find that there is a hint of anxiety in her eyes that cannot be concealed, and the tea in her hand is no longer there.
I changed it several times, but every time when Ling Ruo remembered to drink it, it had already cooled down.
"Master! Master!" An'er, who was sent out to inquire about the news, hurried in with a look of joy that could not be concealed on his face. "There was news from Changchun Garden that the emperor had passed away, and it was passed to our prince. Master, prince, he
Become an emperor!"
"Seriously?!" Ling Ruo stood up suddenly, her eyes locked on An'er who was so excited that she didn't know what to do.
"Yes!" An'er nodded vigorously and said incoherently: "Emperor, the fourth son of the emperor has been passed down, and he has really become the emperor!" She took a breath and said again: "This is the news from Changchun Garden, no.
There will be mistakes. Also, Prince, oh no, it should be the Emperor. He has already left from Changchun Garden."
Success, Fourth Master, he really succeeded! Ling Ruo clenched his hands tightly to calm down the excitement in his heart. More than ten years of hard work and hard work finally paid off tonight!
"Congratulations, Master! Congratulations, Master!" All the servants, including An'er, knelt down to express their congratulations. Everyone knew that after Yinzhen succeeded to the throne, the identities of all his wives and concubines would undergo a complete change and they would become real people.
Master, the concubine and concubine titles are just around the corner.
Shuixiu knelt there so excited that she couldn't help crying. Suddenly, a soft hand caught her tears that had just fallen, "Silly girl, why are you crying for such a big happy event?"
Shui Xiu raised her head, looked into those eyes as deep as the starry sky, and choked with sobs: "This slave is happy for the master. The master can finally get what he wants!"
Others didn't understand, but Ling Ruo knew that she was talking about Shi Qiuci. She had endured it for nineteen years, and today she finally had the qualifications to fight against Shi Qiuci.
She nodded and helped Shuixiu up, then said to everyone who was still kneeling there: "Everyone, get up."
At this time, a boy ran in quickly. Ling Ruo recognized him. He was Sanfu, the boy next to Na La. He was holding a large pile of mourning clothes in his hand. Seeing this, Ling Ruo's heart suddenly sank.
, thinking of An'er's words when he first came in, the emperor passed away! The kind old man finally couldn't survive the winter and left...
"My slave, please pay your respects to Ling Fujin." Sanfu kowtowed and said, "Emperor Daxing has passed away. On the orders of his direct descendant Fujin, Ling Fujin and Jing Siju are asked to put on filial piety and observe mourning for Emperor Daxing."
After Yinzhen was urgently summoned to Changchun Garden, Nala ordered people to make the mourning clothes overnight, just to prepare for this moment. So as soon as the news came to Chuan, she immediately ordered people to rush to make the mourning clothes.
Send them to various courtyards to ensure that everyone in the mansion puts on mourning clothes before Yinzhen returns home.
"I sincerely obey the order of my direct descendant Fujin." Ling Ruo said as he ordered someone to take the large pile of mourning clothes from Sanfu.
"Slave, please leave." Seeing that the message had been brought to him, Sanfu didn't stay long and left quickly. He wanted to go to another place to deliver the message.
Ling Ruo and others had just put on their mourning clothes when they heard shrill voices coming one after another, "The emperor is returning to his mansion, everyone kneels to welcome him!"
Because Yinzhen did not succeed to the throne as a prince, but as someone who inherited the throne from his own residence, his original residence was renamed Qian residence.
By the time Ling Ruo hurried to the front yard, there were already many people standing there, including Nala, Nian and others. They all put on white mourning clothes and looked inexplicably excited.
The door of the mansion opened, and under the guard of countless guards, Yinzhen, who was also wearing heavy mourning clothes, walked in, but the clothes under the mourning clothes had been changed from the prince's style to the emperor's style.
In the heavy snow, everyone knelt down and said in unison: "Welcome to the emperor, long live the emperor. Long live the emperor."
"Everyone, get up." Yinzhen walked in with his hands folded. Next to him, Zhou Yong carefully lit an angry lamp.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After thanking the Emperor for his kindness, everyone dared to stand up. It was obviously the same person, but at this moment, he was so majestic that no one dared to look directly at him. They all stared down at their toes.
Here, Nala was quite calm. After all, she had been married to Yinzhen for many years and was his legitimate wife. She pressed the tears in the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief and stepped forward and said: "Why is the emperor back? Shouldn't he be in the garden for the emperor?"
Is Ama keeping vigil?"
Yinzhen saw the filial piety clothes on everyone's body and guessed that they were prepared by Nala. He was quite satisfied with her carefulness and understanding. He sighed and said: "The body of Emperor Ama is being transported back to the Forbidden City and is passing by here."
, I... I came to see if you are all okay." When he first came to Dabao, Yinzhen was not used to calling himself me.
"Your Majesty, don't worry. I and everyone else are fine. Your Majesty, it's more important that you return to the palace to keep vigil for Your Majesty. I and others will keep mourning for Your Majesty Mama in the palace to comfort His Majesty's spirit in heaven."
"Okay, I will send someone to pick you up in a few days." In fact, Yinzhen himself was very busy with many things, but he was thinking about Ling Ruo and wanted to tell her personally that he was safe. So while he was here, he was very busy.
He took the opportunity to send Kangxi's body back to the palace to come back and take a look, but due to the current situation, it was impossible to say anything appropriate, so he could only use his eyes to signal Ling Ruo's peace of mind.
Looking at Yinzhen's gaze, Ling Ruo smiled lightly. Although she had never said a word, she already understood Yinzhen's thoughts. Silence was better than sound at this time.
"Let's ride." Following Yinzhen's words, the accompanying eunuch shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, let's ride!"
The body of the Dahang Emperor Kangxi was transported back to Da Nei overnight, and Yinzhen also rushed back to the Forbidden City under the escort of the infantry yamen and Fengtai camp soldiers. He cried at the Dahang Emperor's Zi Palace and then mourned the whole country. It was a national mourning.
The departure of Kangxi made the whole world sad, and it snowed heavily for three consecutive days. During these three days, Yinzhen and the princes stayed in front of the funeral, never leaving. When they were thirsty and hungry, they ate randomly in the side hall; they were tired.
, just make do with a simple bed made of wooden boards in the side hall.
Wan. None of the princes are pampered and pampered, but now they are suffering from cold and hunger here. They don't even have a place to sleep peacefully. They are all holding back their resentments. It's just that Yinzhen is like this as an emperor. They also
I can only hold my nose and endure it secretly.
Shortly after returning to the palace, the concubines in the East and West Twelve Palaces received the news one after another. While grieving, many people began to hesitate. When Kangxi was there, they were the masters and empresses. Now that Kangxi is gone, they have become the Daxing Emperors.
The remaining concubines no longer have the same glory as before, and even the twelve palaces of the East and West are no longer allowed.
Those who had heirs to rely on were better off and could move to the vassal mansion with their heirs to take care of themselves. Those without heirs could only go to Yongkang Palace and live a lonely and helpless life from then on. Kangxi's departure left the last part of their lives.
A trace of hope was also taken away. The days in Yongkang Palace were nothing but waiting for death.