Yinzhen smiled at her with gentle eyes and was about to speak, but Xiaofenzi brought Jingtian, the eunuch of Yangxin Palace, and they hurriedly followed in. Jingtian knelt down in front of Yinzhen and said: "emperor……"
When Yinzhen saw him barging in rashly, he frowned. He was about to scold him, but saw tears streaming down his face. It was very unlucky to cry in front of the emperor, but Jingtian's face was already covered with snot and tears.
Yinzhen's heart suddenly sank, and he asked in a deep voice: "What happened?"
Jingtian kowtowed and then raised his face, his face full of sorrow and unable to cry, he said in a thin voice: "Your Majesty, someone has just been sent from outside the palace to report - Prince Yi, Prince Yi..."
Ji Ling's heart skipped a beat as she realized what he was about to say and immediately turned to look at Yinzhen.
Yinzhen's eyes darkened little by little.
Seeing that something was wrong, Ji Ling immediately went up and grabbed Yinzhen's wrist tightly, only to feel that his hand was shaking slightly.
Ji Ling turned around and said solemnly to Jingtian: "Slow down, don't be anxious, speak slowly."
When Jingtian saw Concubine Chen speaking, he calmed down and kowtowed: "Yes!"
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In the autumn of the ninth year of Yongzheng's reign, Prince Yi fell ill due to overwork and years of chronic illness. He suddenly died in his palace, shocking the government and the public.
Yinzhen visited Prince Yi's residence in person. He was deeply saddened. The ministers on the left and right repeatedly asked for condolences. The emperor returned to the palace and stayed away from court for three days.
On the second day, Yinzhen told the cabinet: I am deeply saddened by the death of Prince Yi... Now I will serve for one month to express my longing for you. Within this month, I will serve as a soldier... to the king I am loyal, sincere and respectful. Not only has there never been such a virtuous king since ancient times, but even the famous ministers and good ministers recorded in the annals of history, I am afraid that he can be as good as the king without any regrets."
Three days later, Yinzhen issued an edict to give Yinxiang the posthumous title of "Xian". In addition, he was also given the title of "loyal, respectful, honest, upright, diligent, prudent and honest".
Prince Feng Yi's biological mother, Zhang Jia, was the concubine of Emperor Jingmin, and was buried in Jingling Mausoleum. Prince Yi's son Hongtun, who died young, was buried with the ceremony of Baylor in Hongyin; Prince Feng Yi's son Hongchang was Baylor, and Hongchen was the king of Ning County. The title of Prince Yi.
Four days later, Yinzhen issued an edict: "Hongxiao, the title of Hongjiao will be passed down from generation to generation. Any descendants of my brother's grace that I have added may not be arbitrarily reduced."
The whole palace mourns.
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In the Chengqian Palace, the sixth prince and the third princess were standing in the main hall. Both of them were dressed in simple clothes. The hair between the third princess's buns was clean and without any pearls or pearls.
In the Nuan Pavilion in the back hall, Ji Ling reached out to the mirror and took off the last small earring from her ear. Qixi stood behind her and waited on her.
Yiyun gently opened the door, came in and whispered: "Master, Eunuch Fen asked the servant to come and report - the warm sedan chair has been prepared at the entrance of the palace. When will the empress come over?"
Ji Ling raised his hand to stop him and said: "There is no need to use a warm sedan. Let's walk there and walk step by step with our feet."
Evian was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly asked: "Where are the two young masters?"
Ji Ling said: "Same."
Evian agreed neatly and went out again.
Not long after, Qixi had already helped Ji Ling out of the back hall.
When they reached the front hall, Ji Ling reached out and took the hands of the sixth elder brother and the third princess one by one, and the three of them walked out.
A group of minions followed behind.
As Ji Ling walked away, he lowered his head and told the two children: "Huang Ama is very sad now. When you meet Huang Ama, you two remember not to make any noise."
The sixth elder brother nodded obediently: "My son knows, he knows what he is thinking, so I can rest assured."
The third princess thought for a while, pulled E Niang's sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "E Niang, can we still talk to Huang Ama?"
Ji Ling touched her little head and said, "What do you want to say?"
The third princess blinked her eyes and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."
Ji Ling looked at her daughter and said, "There's no need to say anything you haven't thought about. Your Majesty Ama is sad - when people are sad, they don't have the energy to say anything. If we stay with him, it's worth a thousand words."
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The third princess tilted her head and wanted to say something else, but the sixth elder brother had already come over and covered her mouth, stamping his feet and saying, "Where do you think you are talking so much?"
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In front of the courtiers, Yinzhen was still the aloof Ninth Five-year-old, but when it came time to watch the funeral of his thirteenth brother alone, he only became the "fourth brother".
Ji Ling walked up, not squinting, and stepped up the steps step by step in flowerpot-soled shoes.
Qixi followed behind and lowered her head to see the corners of her master's clothes swaying in the wind.
In front of the mourning hall, when the people waiting in front of the emperor saw Concubine Chen approaching, they all knelt down in darkness to pay her respects.
Ji Ling looked at this situation and knew that they were probably all driven out by Yinzhen.
She held her children's hands tightly, and when she got to the door, she stepped in. Sure enough, she saw that there was no one waiting in the mourning hall. Only Yinzhen was holding a wine glass in one hand and waving a pen on the paved floor.
Written word by word on the paper: "...Be careful day and night, be loyal and sincere, and save one person."
The paper had been rolled up and messy, and it was spread out in a pile on the table. The dripping ink also penetrated onto other clean papers, and dripped with wine all over the table. It was obvious that someone who Yinzhen had not allowed to serve came in to clean up.
The table was in such a mess.
Ji Ling stretched out his hand to sort out the files on the table, then turned around and put his hand on Yinzhen's shoulder.
Yinzhen looked back at her and said hoarsely: "Lingling."
Ji Ling was already half drunk when she listened to him. She lowered her head and saw that the wine glass in Yinzhen's hand was empty, so she turned around and looked around.
There was a nine-dragon-carved gold wine pot on the table nearby. Ji Ling walked over and took it, then took the wine glass from Yinzhen's hand and poured it for him.
Yinzhen watched her movements silently. After taking the wine glass and holding it in his hand, Yinzhen swirled the wine in the glass, as if he wanted to say something, but didn't.
He said after a while: "When my thirteenth brother was young, whenever he went to Mongolia, he would always like to chase after me and pester me to compete with him. The loser would be embarrassed."
Ji Ling listened quietly, turned around and sat down next to Yinzhen.
Yinzhen reached out and took her into his arms, as if he had opened a chat box, telling Ji Ling one by one about the childhood stories between him and his thirteenth brother, some of which Ji Ling had heard from him before, and some of which he had never heard of.
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Yinzhen talked for a long time, and Ji Ling listened quietly without saying a word. He just held Yinzhen's hand tightly and patted Yinzhen's back gently with his other hand.
Yinzhen talked for a long time and finally stopped talking.
He buried his face in his hands, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Lingling, my thirteenth brother... he was exhausted to death."
The third princess sat down on a futon next to her, tentatively stretched out her little hands, and carefully hugged Huang Ama's legs.
Brother Six came forward and lay on Yinzhen's shoulder like a piece of dough.
The two children looked at me, and I looked at you, and then at E Niang, looking worriedly at Huang Ama's face.