The moon and a half are the coldest day in January, and even though it is the first month, such a cold winter day still makes the hearts of all the people of Kyoto sink deeply. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month was supposed to be a day for everyone to celebrate the Shangen Festival, but today, the whole of Kyoto is lifeless.

A long time ago, that edict had fallen on the hearts of all the people of Beijin like heavy thunder, and it was cold.

At the beginning, everyone did not expect that the former four princes and the current emperor would choose such a date for a state funeral.

Three people were buried in one place.

In the past, the people only knew which three people were buried, but when it came to the day of the state funeral, the voices of the people in Kyoto were secretly changed.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the sky was not yet completely bright, Du Weiwei had already gotten up, rinsed his face and mouth, everything was in order, and he seemed to be as calm as before.

Mu Yunxin had already left Kyoto under the escort of Shen Mu, and the people in the grain store had already left Kyoto before, and after careful calculation, now in Kyoto, only himself and the people in this palace were left.

"Miss, the news has been dispersed yesterday, and there have been some small riots in some places throughout Kyoto, and the people are all panicked and have a lot of discussions about the current emperor."

Taking the gargling tea cup from Du Weiwei's hand, Zi Koo's voice was calm, and he recounted the matter very succinctly.

Now, the hands and feet of the Dark Pavilion have not been touched except for the Imperial Palace, and the entire Kyoto has been fully covered, and any news, as long as it is publicized by the Dark Pavilion, can be spread throughout Kyoto overnight.

After returning to the palace in the sky, Du Weiwei had already asked Zikou to arrange for the spread of the news.

Sure enough, it was only a day's work, and the commotion in the entire Kyoto was no longer as negligible as in the past, and almost all the people in Kyoto had received the real news about Mu Yunjin that had been spread by the Secret Pavilion.

Killing his father, killing his mother, killing his brother, and concealing the grain shop, but these are enough to subvert Mu Yunjin's image in the hearts of the people.

Just one patricide is enough to make him fall from a high position!

Standing up, Du Weiwei stepped on the ground barefoot, walked to the wooden frame next to the bed, took off the corundum porcelain coat hanging on his head, and put it on his body very carefully, Du Weiwei didn't know what kind of situation would happen today, but the woman understood that He Xiao must have his reason for doing this.

Zi Ko hurriedly put down the teacup and helped Du Weiwei: "Miss, now that the people's hearts in Beijin have dispersed, will there be any other accidents at today's state funeral?" ”

After following Du Weiwei for such a long time, Zikou will naturally analyze things, although it is only a day, but in Kyoto, there is already a huge undercurrent, it is not excluded that there will be good people who will take advantage of the chaos to make trouble.

The last button was buttoned, Du Weiwei made a move, went to take the middle coat and put it on, looked at himself in the bronze mirror while wearing it, and sorted out his clothes.

"Don't worry, it won't."

Zikou has been working behind Du Weiwei, because today is the state funeral, and in order to cover the corundum porcelain clothes, Du Weiwei's clothes today are black from the inside to the outside.

Until finally put on the wide black robe with gold threads, Du Weiwei's hand lifted his long hair high, and on his lips, there was an extremely confident smile: "There will be no accidents, we will let Mu Yunjin, even the palace can't get out!" ”

We, of course, are a lot of people.

Zi Ko stood behind Du Weiwei, looking at the woman's slender and upright figure, her expression was also awe-inspiring, and she nodded thoughtfully.

According to the number of state funeral rites, the person who is buried should be escorted all the way out of the night walk, walking all the way through the main road of the Imperial Palace, then leaving the palace, walking around the whole of Kyoto again, and finally being sent to the Imperial Mausoleum in the west.

The whole process, which took a long time and was so large-scale, was incomparable to any major event in the past.

And what Du Weiwei and all they have to do is to lead troops to the imperial city, force Mu Yunjin, and give up the throne!

Buckle the dark gold belt on his coat, Du Weiwei's gaze became more and more sharp, looking at himself dressed in black in the bronze mirror, the smile on his lips became more and more cold.

Turning around, Du Wei strode towards the outside of the house.

Zikou followed behind her, and her momentum was equally awe-inspiring.

The moment I opened the door, the same black figure was already standing on the snow in front of the house.

"My subordinates have seen the princess."

Tian saluted respectfully and called at Du Weiwei.

Du Weiwei stood on the stairs, did not go down immediately, glanced at the sky, and then raised it to look at the still dark and dark sky.

"When is the state funeral?"

Du Weiwei's voice fell leisurely.

"Yes."

Zikou replied.

"Where is the prince?"

"The prince led his troops, and he was already waiting three miles away from Kyoto. Once the state funeral begins, they will lead troops into Kyoto and besiege the imperial city! ”

Day back.

Hearing the words of the sky, Du Weiwei's heart suddenly fell a lot again, and when she thought that He Xiao was now very close to her, the woman's heart was a lot more relieved.

Footsteps slowly walked down the steps, and Du Weiwei's body momentum became more and more full and scattered: "Young Master Lang has returned?" ”

Hearing the princess's question, this time, Tian hesitated for a moment, did not reply in time, paused for a moment, and then slowly replied: "There is no news from Young Master Lang yet." ”

"It's okay, he's here, it's naturally good, if he doesn't come, our preparations here are enough."

Du Weiwei's hand waved slowly, stopping what the sky was going to say, and his footsteps did not stop, and finally slowly walked towards the gate of the palace.

This battle is coming!

As Du Weiwei's carriage slowly walked to the gate of the imperial city, there were already a lot of people standing around, standing in front of them, all of them were some dignitaries, and some of the people in the back were ordinary people.

The sky finally brightened up slowly, falling on the gate of this imperial city, everyone's body, everyone's eyes.

But no matter what, it can't fall into people's hearts.

Du Weiwei was dressed in black, standing on the left side of the center, although his eyebrows and eyes were always lowered, but his mind was always paying attention to the movements around him, as well as the people at the imperial gate.

"Bang-Bang-Bang-"

Soon, as the sound of the watchman on the upper floor of the imperial city sounded, a little eunuch stood on the city tower, looked at the black crowd in front of the imperial gate, and said highly: "The time is coming--the state funeral-everyone-kneeling-"

As the little eunuch's words fell, everyone outside the gate of the imperial city knelt down.