The funeral procession of the imperial concubine is not very large, but the name of Jun Moxi's personal funeral has attracted a lot of people, large and small officials have come with it, and the funeral procession has gone all the way from the palace to the imperial mausoleum.

Just walked around Hanyang Kyoto and turned back to the palace, and the rest of the funeral matters were handed over to Jun Huayu to implement, after all, today's Jun Mo regret is not the prince of the year, but the king of Hanyang, and he considers his identity everywhere he does.

In the 114th year of Kaiyuan, the king of Hanyang was eighteen years old.

There is only one year left until the end of the contract.

In January of the fourteenth year, the imperial concubine of Hanyang was buried in the imperial mausoleum, and the queen mother resigned from the palace to live in Kaiyuan Temple.

The cold winter has passed, and spring has come much faster, Jun Mo regret finally took off his heavy coat, pulled up his white hair, revealing a smooth forehead, and sat in the Zhengyang Hall with his head down to review the folds, Qi An stood on the side of the head, slightly smacking his eyes and not knowing where he was wandering.

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty! Oh no! Just when this room was quiet, a panicked voice came, which made Qi An tremble and quickly raised his head to look at the little eunuch who ran in in a panic.

"What's so alarming?" Jun Mo regretted that the brush was not good by this sound, and he was so frightened that the brush in his hand trembled, and a dirt fell down, and he frowned slightly unhappily.

"National Teacher...... The national teacher vomited blood and fainted! The little eunuch was trembling all over, and looked at Jun Mo in horror and said in a trembling voice.

"What!?" Jun Moxi was so shocked that he stood up from the chair suddenly, his face was full of solemnity, Qi Anxin trembled fiercely, the color of surprise crossed his eyes, and before he could react, he saw Jun Moxi hurriedly stepping down the stairs.

"Imperial Doctor Xuan, go to the National Teacher's Palace." Jun Mo Xi had already stepped out of the Zhengyang Palace and walked towards the National Teacher's Palace.

The National Teacher Palace is very huge, and there are a lot of flowers and plants planted in it that make people feel relaxed and happy as soon as they enter it, and you don't hesitate to walk into it, and the imperial doctor has arrived, but all the imperial doctors have no small sand mounds to refuse the door, and do not let them enter it.

"What's going on?" Jun Mo frowned and looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes full of displeasure.

"Your Majesty, this ...... This national teacher doesn't let his ministers enter for healing! The chief physician bowed slightly and said to Jun Moxi.

"Nonsense!" Jun Moxi's face turned cold, he raised his feet and stepped forward, looked at the little sand mound guarding the door and asked, "Why don't you let the imperial doctor heal your master, do you want your master to die of a critical illness!" ”

"Your Majesty, Master, he ...... I'm going to die. Xiao Shatuo looked at Jun Moxi, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"What!?" Jun Moxi's face changed, and he seemed to have not heard what Xiao Shatuo said clearly.

"Your Majesty will know when you go in, and Master said that there is something important to tell Your Majesty." Xiao Shatuo let go of the door behind him, and said to Jun Moxi with his head slightly sideways.

Jun Moxi's expression was slightly solemn, he looked at the people behind him, pursed his lips and stepped into the house, the house was burning incense, under the golden body of the Buddha, Huiyuan sat cross-legged on the willow in a red robe, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and facing away from himself.

"Your Majesty, you're here." Huiyuan's figure was a little rickety, and when he heard the footsteps of Jun Mo behind him, he called out slightly.

"Yes." Jun Mo Xi walked in front of Hui Yuan, squatted down and looked at Hui Yuan, Hui Yuan's face was slightly red at this moment, such a healthy color, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a dying person.

"According to Your Majesty's words, the poor monk will give this cheap life, thank Your Majesty for letting the poor monk live for a few days, and I am fortunate to see my grandson come to the world, this life is enough." Huiyuan coughed a few times as he spoke, his face turned even redder, and he looked at Jun Mo Xi with a little tiredness and said, "It's just that the poor monk still has something unknown before he dies." ”

"You say." Jun Moxi pursed his lips slightly, and looked at Huiyuan's burning eyes, and his heart trembled slightly, probably knowing what Huiyuan was going to ask.

"The poor monk doesn't know, how does His Majesty know...... What's in the future? Huiyuan's breathing was a little short, and he looked at Jun Mo with determination.

"The Lone King is a reborn person, what future things to the Lone King are just something that has already been experienced in the previous life, do you understand?" Jun Moxi sighed slightly, looked at Huiyuan with a light smile and said.

"The Born Again...... I see...... "Huiyuan coughed violently a few times, held down his heart, stared at Jun Mo with burning eyes, and said: "I can meet Your Majesty in this life, and the poor monk is content to die, thank Your Majesty for your guidance." ”

"You deserve it." Jun Moxi pursed his lips slightly, looked at Huiyuan and said.

"Hehe......" Huiyuan laughed a few times, as if he wanted to say something more, but his face suddenly stiffened, and the hand covering his heart suddenly clenched, and finally raised his eyes to look at Jun Moxi, opened his mouth slightly and didn't say anything, but smiled faintly and smacked his eyes.

"Alas......" Jun Moxi lowered his eyes and sighed lowly, looked at the Buddha beads that rolled to the side and sighed slightly, raised his hand and took out a white cloth pressed under the willows, and the words written on it in bright red blood made Jun Moxi's heart tremble slightly, she understood what Huiyuan meant.

The people outside waited for a long time and didn't see any movement inside, and they wanted to step forward and knock on the door, but they didn't want to see Jun Moxi open the door, holding a white cloth stained with blood in his hand, and everyone suddenly closed their breath and stared at Jun Moxi tightly waiting for him to speak.

"Master of the National Teacher...... Passed away. Jun Mo didn't hesitate to look around at the crowd, and the words he said made everyone's hearts tremble fiercely.

"What...... What ......" A imperial doctor looked at Jun Mo in a daze, as if he had not recovered from her words.

"The National Teacher spied too many heavenly opportunities, exhausted his lifespan, and finally wrote the last blood letter and passed away today." Jun Moxi's words were filled with heavy grief, and he pulled the cloth in his hand tightly and said.

"The death of the national teacher is for Hanyang, Your Majesty, such a feat Your Majesty should write a book and engrave a monument, so that the famous national teacher will be famous for a hundred generations!" An old imperial physician stepped forward, his eyes slightly reddened, and said to Jun Moxi.

"The lonely king will naturally erect a monument for the inscription of the national teacher." Jun Mo sighed, turned his eyes to Qi An and said, "Qi An, immediately ring the bell to summon the civil and military officials to discuss the matter in the Fengtian Palace!" ”

"Yes." Qi Anxin trembled slightly, and suddenly didn't understand, does the national teacher still need the witness of the civil and military officials after his death?