No one had the time to care about Chu Mingyang. The atmosphere at the funeral was all sad, so when entering the mourning hall, the smell of death hit our faces. No matter who the person who died was, it still made people sad.
All the princes were preparing for Yu Wenjun's funeral together, so they all wore white clothes here according to the rules. Yuan Qingling told Yu Wenhao that Mrs. Yao had brought something and wanted to put it in the coffin for burial, so Yu Wenhao took it.
Mrs. Yao stood in front of the porch, and the courtyard was deserted. Once upon a time, there was a lot of traffic in front of Prince Ji's mansion, and it was very prominent. Now, the courtyard is small and the people are bleak. It has been like this for a lifetime.
A touch of sadness arose in my heart for no reason, not for him, but for those years that were buried together.
However, she has never been such a sad person, but recently, she always feels that her heart is much softer.
"Mother, didn't you mean to offer incense to my father?" Meng Xing came out and tugged on her sleeves, lifted up Baba's little face, wearing sackcloth and mourning, with a bit of cowardice and fear in her eyes.
Mrs. Yao touched Meng Xing's face and said, "Okay!"
Holding the fragrance in her hand, she stood in front of his soul. After thinking for a long time, she decided to go in and say goodbye to him.
The coffin was placed at the back of the mourning hall. It had been buried but had not been sealed, and all the burial items had not yet been put in. He was wearing the royal robes he wore during his lifetime. There was a small wormhole at the collar of the robes. After he was deposed,
He didn't have the right to wear it again, but he couldn't bear to throw it away. Now, his brothers put it on for him out of consideration for his dignity.
Lying in the coffin like this, his arrogance has faded, his viciousness has faded away, and he is an extremely ordinary person. His remains have been arranged well, and his pale face has been rouged, and efforts have been made to make him more decent in the end.
The Minister of Rites handed over a broken comb and said softly: "Madam, although you have reconciled with the eldest prince, since you are here to see me off, please put the broken comb in place to cut off the grudges of this life and let each of you live in peace."
Mrs. Yao nodded, took the broken comb, put half of it into the coffin, and hid the other part in her sleeve.
The grudges in this life are over, and there is no real resentment or heartlessness.
Yu Wenjun was buried in the Prince's Mausoleum, and the words on the stone tablet were still that the eldest prince had no honor or title.
Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill.
This funeral lasted three days. He didn't eat a bite of food for three days. He even vomited after eating the soup. He was plagued by nightmares at night. In just three or four days, he lost a lot of weight.
On the morning of the morning of the court, Prince Yu Wenhao presided over the court for the first time. Looking at the empty dragon chair, the officials felt very uneasy.
The imperial doctor also came out to explain his condition to the officials, saying that it was the wind-cold caused by the change of weather, coupled with the stagnation of liver qi, which made him sick for a while, and he had to recuperate for a few days. Immediately afterwards, an imperial edict was issued. During his recuperation, the prince would supervise the country.
Regent, assisted by Prince Rui.
The news of Emperor Ming Yuan's illness was not covered up, and some people were even discussing it among the people.
During the reign of Emperor Ming Yuan, he was really diligent in his work and rarely missed the morning court due to illness. Except for the fact that he took Concubine Hu to another courtyard for the purpose of establishing a prince, he had never tried it before or since.
Now that the news came out that Emperor Ming Yuan was seriously ill and asked the prince to act as regent, everyone was filled with suspicion.
Chu Fu had already half-retired, but because Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill, he returned to the cabinet and presided over cabinet affairs.
Emperor Ming Yuan's illness came so suddenly that he seemed to have caught everyone off guard.
Fortunately, the prince's small court is already in a decent state and can be stabilized quickly. All matters discussed remain unchanged. However, the burden of the Jingzhao Mansion has fallen on King Qi. Yu Wenhao has not been back for several days now, just hanging up his post.
That's all.
This rare situation of Emperor Ming Yuan caused the princes and princes from all over the country to send greetings one after another, and some even went to Beijing to visit the sick.
King Pingnan also sent a letter to the Supreme Emperor, saying that he was on his way back to Beijing and would bring his son to Beijing this time.
After receiving the letter, the Supreme Emperor ordered someone to inform Duke Xiaoyao and Chu Fu that Ji'er was returning to Beijing.
Let the palace repair the Star-Zhaing Building next to the Qiankun Hall. No manpower is needed, just prepare all the things. He said that after King Pingnan returns to the capital, he will move into the Star-Zhaing Building, and he also made a decree.
Ask Yuan Qingling to come into the palace immediately and give him a full body examination. Any areas that are not working can be cured. He must have a strong body.
Yuan Qingling was very surprised that the Supreme Emperor valued King Pingnan so much?
After entering the palace, she unexpectedly found that Chu Fu and Xiaoyao Gong were also there. Both of them were dressed in coolie clothes, with mud on their heads and faces, as if they had just returned from farming in the fields.
"Where are you two going?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Renovated Star Picking Tower and rebuilt a wall." Xiaoyao Gong drank a bowl of tea with a smile on his face.
"Star-Zhaing Tower?" Yuan Qingling didn't know there was a Star-Zhain Tower in the palace.
"Well, it's right next to it."
Yuan Qingling looked at the palace gate. Isn't it the Wenchang Tower next door? Why is it the Star-Zhaing Tower? It was from the Wenchang Tower that Fubao fell.
"The name of Wenchang Tower has been changed?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Xiaoyao Gong's voice was loud and authentic: "Wenchang Tower is Wenchang Tower, and Zhaixing Tower is Zhaixing Tower. How can they be the same? Wenchang Tower is the Guan Tower, and Zhaixing Tower is that palace. Do you see them? They are separate!"
Yuan Qing Ling was dumbfounded. Seeing that the tower and the building were connected, they thought they were together.
"Can't we just ask the craftsmen to do these jobs? Do you still have to do it yourself?" Yuan Qingling carried the medicine box to the corridor. The Supreme Emperor was still sitting on the chair in front of the corridor as usual. He was not energetic in the past, but today he is not.
He appeared to be in high spirits and his eyebrows were filled with joy.
Chu Fu said: "How can you leave Ji'er's affairs to others?"
"Ji'er? Who is Ji'er?" After asking, he knew it was King Pingnan Yuwenji. I was just curious about how they called King Pingnan Ji'er? It sounded very intimate.
But in the past few years since Yuan Qing Lingchuan came here, he has never seen King Pingnan. He even did not see him come back when the Supreme Emperor was about to become critically ill.
The palace attendant helped the Supreme Emperor into the palace, and the Supreme Emperor chattered to her about things about King Pingnan, but most of them were trivial matters. It turned out that they once lived together in the Star-Zhaing Building in Prince Su's Mansion, and the Star-Zhaing Building in the palace was
After the Emperor ascended the throne, he ordered people to build it.
The Supreme Emperor lay down and rolled up his sleeves automatically and consciously, waiting to listen to the pulse and heartbeat. He also followed the stethoscope to adjust his breathing, inhaling, exhaling, inhaling deeply, and exhaling slowly. He was very skillful.
"How?" After checking, he looked at Yuan Qingling carefully.
Yuan Qingling took back the stethoscope and said: "The trachea is still a bit bad. Now that spring asthma is at its peak, smoking and drinking are strictly prohibited!"
"No more," he said, feeling a little guilty, and then he said firmly: "From now on, I won't drink at all."
Yuan Qingling took his blood pressure again and found that it was not high and had been strictly controlled. People who are fond of drinking and drinking are most afraid of high blood pressure. Moreover, he also has a heart disease and cannot be rash.