The emperor, who was dressed in plain clothes, not only did not eat any food, nor even drank a drop of water for the whole day. All the ministers knelt down to beg the emperor for mercy.
The emperor's grief for the empress dowager was even looked at with suspicion, and the officials wept and couldn't bear to look up at her.
Finally, under Heshen's advice, Qianlong reluctantly drank a small bowl of porridge.
It was already late at night, and there was still an endless stream of people mourning in the main hall, and incense was filling the air. The Yellow Sect monks arranged by the Ministry of Internal Affairs were already performing rituals for the Queen Mother.
Since the Ministry of Rites has taken over the affairs of the Empress Dowager's national funeral, according to the rules, the emperor needs to confirm the list of princes and ministers who will participate in the Empress Dowager's national funeral.
In the list jointly drafted by the Military Aircraft Department, the Ministry of Rites, the Zongren Mansion, and the Internal Affairs Office, there are two princes. One is the fourth son of the emperor, Prince Yongcheng of Lujun; the second is the sixth son of the emperor, Prince Yongrong of Zhijun.
In terms of royal families, Prince Zhuang Yongxuan and Prince Jian Fengneheng are on the list.
In terms of important ministers, there are six ministers: Fulong'an and Suolin, ministers of military and military aircraft, Yinglian, minister of criminal affairs, minister of punishment, Fulehun, minister of rites, Yonggui, minister of household, and Asiha, minister of official affairs.
There is also Minister of Internal Affairs Jin Jian.
Because the emperor was too sad, under the persuasion of the late Fifth Prince's biological mother, Concubine Yu, he moved to the west wing of the Buddhist hall, and was only served by the eunuch Li Yu.
The fifteenth elder brother's biological mother, the imperial concubine Ling, contracted an illness for some reason the day before yesterday and was bedridden, unable to get up. Qianlong specially asked the fifteenth elder brother to comfort his mother, let her rest and recover, and take care of the Queen Mother's mourning in the country.
After the funeral committee list was drawn up, Yu Minzhong, the chief military minister, asked He Shen to go to the ear room to submit the list.
There is nothing wrong with the list, it is all determined according to the ancestral system.
When He Shen came in, he found the emperor holding a box and mourning silently.
When I got closer and took a closer look, I found that the box was full of hair.
"These hairs have fallen out when the Queen Mother combed her hair in recent years. I specially asked the palace staff of Cining Palace to keep them."
Qianlong, who was deeply grieving for his mother, couldn't help but choked up again. Seeing this, He Shen hurriedly took out his handkerchief and handed it over.
Qianlong didn't mind it either, so he took a handful of old tears in his hand.
"I still remember that in the first month of the first month, I accompanied the Queen Mother at the Jiuzhou Qing Banquet, while eating and watching the lights set off by the princes. At that time, the Queen Mother was surrounded by me, her royal grandsons, and her great-grandsons. Five generations were under the same roof, and we were celebrating together.
"It's so lively. I'm worried about the Queen Mother's old age, and I'm worried that she might have some problems, but the Queen Mother is as kind and cheerful as ever, and she's even happier when she's having fun than I am."
Qianlong, who became more and more sad the more he talked, shed tears again, and the pain on his face could not be concealed.
He Shen also cried, wiping the emperor's tears while crying, and advised the emperor to be grieving and not to hurt his body.
"I'm fine, I just feel sad when I think about the past events of the Queen Mother's lifetime,"
Qianlong asked Heshen when the Ministry of Rites would prepare the coffin, and Heshen said it would be tomorrow morning. Qianlong nodded, and his eyes fell on the title book in Heshen's hand: "Has the list been made?"
He Shen hurriedly handed over the list.
Qianlong took it and read it, pondered for a moment, and then asked Li Yu to get a pen and add two names on it.
One is Chunying, the king of Xin County, and the other is He Shen in front of me.
This move made He Shen a little scared: "How can a slave be qualified?"
"You are not qualified, who is?"
Qianlong stopped Heshen, handed the box in his hand to him, and said: "The box is full of the Queen Mother's hair. I feel sad when I see it. Please ask the building office to build a golden pagoda to store the hair that the Queen Mother lost during her lifetime."
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"Slave obeys the order!"
He Shencheng was afraid to take it.
Qianlong then signaled Li Yu to bring the braids he had cut off in front of the Queen Mother's spirit, and handed them to Heshen together, and told him: "After the golden pagoda is built, you can put my braids in it so that I can be with the Queen Mother and my son."
Together forever."
He Shen hesitated for a moment and then answered.
After explaining the matter, Qianlong took the ginseng soup from Li Yu, took two sips, and asked, "What's going on outside now."
He Shen said: "There is no difference."
"Recently, there have been many rumors about me and the Queen Mother, even among the bannermen. I don't believe that no one wants to take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble. Even though I have been on the throne for forty years, I still have some power."
Qianlong sneered, "It is really ridiculous to say that I am a Han Chinese. I am an upright Manchurian and a descendant of Aisin Gioro. Those people think that they can steal my position by pretending that I am not the son of the late emperor."
He further asked Jia Jiashikai if he had gone to command the Yamen of the Infantry Army.
"I have gone as ordered,"
He Shen presented Jia Jiashikai's cloth with blood loyalty written on it.
Looking at the bright red blood loyal, Qianlong couldn't help but look sideways, and felt a burst of sadness in his heart. He said sadly: "I never thought that when I use people now, the clan would not dare to use them. Instead, they point at the flag of the Han army."
After a pause, he suddenly asked Heshen: "I asked the National History Museum to revise the records of the second minister. Is it wrong?"
"Your Majesty is not wrong. We have many Han people in the Qing Dynasty but few Chinese people. If we want the Han people to follow our Manchurian people, we should tame them with loyalty, justice, courtesy and filial piety."
He Shen couldn't understand the emperor's original intention of compiling the Erchen Lu.
"Such a simple truth, it's ridiculous that many people in Manchuria don't know it,"
Listening to the chanting from the main hall and smelling the faint smell of incense in his nose, Qianlong moved his forehead slightly and said, "If there is going to be trouble in the clan, I think it will only happen this month."
After the establishment of the Empress Dowager's National Funeral Committee, they immediately carried out a small coffin for the Empress Dowager. Jia Liu heard that Qianlong burst into tears when the Empress Dowager's body was placed in the coffin. If the princes and ministers had not forcibly taken the emperor away, it would be difficult for Qianlong, a filial son, to survive.
He cried to death in front of his mother's body.
The whole country was in mourning both inside and outside the capital, and no unusual incidents occurred.
The grief-stricken Qianlong made a decree to transform the Changchun Immortal Pavilion in the Old Summer Palace into a Buddhist hall, which the Empress Dowager had not yet moved into. He followed the example of the Holy Patriarch who built the Yongmu Temple in Nanyuan for Empress Xiaozhuang Wen, and transformed the Changchun Garden into a Buddhist temple.
The Wuzheng Temple was renovated into Enmu Temple, housing the Medicine Buddha, in order to "respectfully recommend blessings to the Empress Dowager and express sympathy and admiration" for the Empress Dowager.
After the small burial, Qianlong worked hard to discuss the posthumous title of the Queen Mother with his ministers, and decided that the big burial would be held four days later.
Since Zi Gong cannot be stored in the palace for a long time and needs to be moved out of the palace in time, the Empress Dowager Zi Gong will be moved to the Nine Classics and Sanshi Hall in Changchun Garden after the funeral.
The end of the Queen Mother's life must be the late emperor's mausoleum.
Toendo, the former Admiral of the Nine Sects who was demoted to Xiling, wrote a letter saying that Tailing Tomb had been eroded by wind and rain for forty years and had been damaged in many places, so it needed to be fully repaired and decorated with oil.
Therefore, it is still unknown when the Empress Dowager Zigong will be buried in Tailing. It may take more than a month at the earliest.
"Does Toendo want to imitate me?"
Jia Liu, dressed in filial piety, crossed his legs and asked Liu Heyi.
In theory, this is possible, after all, both of them are directors of the management committee.
But Liu Heyi shook his head and said: "If we can't take advantage of the time when the Queen Mother is buried in Tailing Mausoleum to open the underground palace to recognize her relatives with blood, whether the Emperor is the son of the late Emperor will become an eternal mystery."
Jia Liu also shook his head: "No, we can't lead here."
"Why?"
Liu Heyi felt that it was better to push for blood to recognize relatives than to force the clan to rebel, and this method was also more dignified.
"nothing,"
Jia Liu sighed: "I haven't had time to dig out my grandfather yet."
Not only had his grandfather not been dug out, but the old man and his wife were still lying under the bed with bolts.