"He was buried in Shandong. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info coffins do not have to be transported back to Nanjing. Zhu Di dropped this sentence, waved his hand, and motioned for the British Duke and Yang Rong to go out.

The two people who had a clear will immediately didn't say a word, and they didn't dare to ask any more questions, so they hurriedly retreated and arranged them one by one.

"The emperor loves the concubine so much, can he really bear to let her be buried alone in Shandong?" Leaving the emperor's military tent, Yang Rong was puzzled.

"Brother Yang, you still need to follow the emperor for a few more years. The emperor's intentions. I've seen it through. ”

British Gong Zhang Fu twisted his beard, and a smug expression welled up on his face, "The emperor loves Concubine Chongxian, so he didn't take her back to Nanjing for burial." You see, Queen Xu has closed her eyes for three years this year, and the emperor still parked the Empress Zi Palace in the Nanjing Imperial Palace, for what? ”

"Brother is stupid. Brother Xie Zhang instructed. If the emperor buries Concubine Xian in Nanjing, if he sets the capital in Beijing in the future, Concubine Xian will only stay alone in Nanjing. Now he temporarily buried Concubine Xian in Shandong, and in the future, he will be buried in Beijing with the queen. "Yang Rong also understands everything.

The two old ministers accurately figured out the emperor's thoughts. They tacitly followed Zhu Di's will to do everything well.

The emperor did not take Qin Tianjian with him on this trip, Zhang Fu and Yang Rong quickly found a local Mr. Yin and Yang called "Wang Banxian".

This Mr. Yin and Yang has some skills, and as soon as he came, according to the time of the death of the virtuous concubine, he divined the eight characters and the genus of the virtuous concubine's birthday, Zhang Fu and Yang Rong were all shocked.

"Wealth is in the sky, life and death have life. A person is destined to die from the day he was born, please tell the emperor, this is fate, don't be too sad. ”

Wang Banxian pinched his fingers with confidence, and said leisurely: "Concubine Xian Niangniang is a tiger, and she was born in Yin, and she was born in the middle of the day, and the burial day was in conflict with the birth of Shen Shi, so it is not suitable for Shen Shisheng to send spirits, and they will all be avoided." Otherwise, it's a big culprit. ”

"Our emperor is Shen Shisheng." The British public said worriedly.

The emperor loves Concubine Xian so much, can he not give her the last ride?

"We will relay Wang Banxian's words to the emperor, hoping that the emperor will listen to our advice." Yang Rong proposed.

So, before the burial, several generals who could speak in front of Zhu Di asked for their lives together, saying that the emperor was too worried about these days, not to mention that Concubine Xian died too young, so please avoid it.

Zhu Di was silent.

At night, the sky was dripping with a light rain, and Wu Erhong seemed to hear a voice from Emperor Yongle's account chanting and singing: Bo Ming said goodbye to his friends for a long time, asked about life, is it desolate everywhere?

Emperor Yongle, who has never been keen on reciting poetry, is reciting Gu Zhenguan's "Golden Wisp Song" alone in this bleak and cold rainy night.

The song is sad, and it seems that it really responds to the sentence "pain comes out of the poet".

"Joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and the first step is drip until dawn" Wu Erhong also silently responded in his heart......

At five o'clock in the morning, at this time, the sky in Lincheng, Shandong Province was still pitch black, and the cold dew was pressing.

At the moment when Concubine Xian's coffin was about to enter the ground, everyone suddenly heard Zhu Di's whimper, and the emperor rushed out of nowhere, slapped the coffin, and cried: "Yan'er, you are not allowed to bury my Concubine Xian." ”

Wang Banxian, who was presiding over the funeral, saw the emperor coming, and his face changed.

He hurriedly took out a handful of yellow paper, pointed it into the air, and said something in his mouth.

Then he took out a piece of yellow paper, asked the British Duke for the emperor's name and birthday, wrote it on the paper, dotted a red dot in the middle of the name, and then folded the four corners of the yellow paper, and then put it on Zhu Di's left chest, still reciting words in his mouth.

The British Duke and Yang Rong felt strange when they saw Wang Banxian so solemn, but although the British Duke also admitted that this Mr. Yin and Yang had some Taoism, he was a man of the army after all, and he didn't care so much about these ghosts and gods, so he didn't care.

But Yang Rong kept an eye on it.

Let's say that those who raised the spirit had always been afraid of Zhu Di, although they knew that it was irrational for the emperor to stop his spirit at the moment, but they still put down the coffin together, froze in place, and waited for Zhu Di to give orders.

Zhu Di paused for a moment, waved his hand, and these people who lifted the coffin worked together to bury Concubine Xian.

Zhu Di watched everyone cover the coffin with their hands and feet, and whimpered again.

Everyone looked at Zhu Di at this time, no longer like an emperor, but like an old man who had lost his independence, and he no longer had the majesty of his previous majesty, so they dragged and persuaded together, and finally took Zhu Di away, and Concubine Xian was buried smoothly.

"The local government in Shandong must be sent out to guard the tomb. One shift a day, one sacrifice sweep every three days, and one big festival in January. In the future, I will personally come to pick up Concubine Xian. Zhu Di dropped this sentence and returned to the military tent weakly.

"I love to be afraid of the phase, look forward to the causeway, and the grass is full of red hearts. Sorrowful groaning, blue yellow springs, who is looking for ...... in two places"

In the cold morning breeze of Lincheng, this song "High Balcony" by Zhu Yizun came, which was the last cry of Emperor Yongle.

After the funeral, Yang Rong secretly found Wang Banxian and asked him about the reason, and Wang Banxian sighed and said, "This is a heavenly opportunity, and it should not be revealed." I have already said that a man is destined for the time of his death from the day he is born. I saw that the emperor was working hard, and I really wanted to use the funeral of this virtuous concubine to help him change his luck, but I never thought that he still came to send the virtuous concubine Niangniang, and committed a big taboo, I can only say that fate is like this, and it is not human to violate. ”

Yang Rong was about to ask again, but Wang Banxian only left one sentence: "I have planted too many sins, Mr. is a person with a heart, let's think about it myself in the future." ”

He refused to say anything more.

The army of the returning army continued to march towards Nanjing.

At this time, Zhu Zhanji, who was far away in Beijing, received an order from the emperor's grandfather to return to Nanjing together. So he hurriedly worked with Xia Yuanji Shangshu, took Sun Lingwei and Wu Erhong, and set off with November.

On the carriage, when passing through the pass last year, Wu Erhong suddenly saw a long-lost figure.

"Hong'er, is it really you?" When Wu Erhong dismounted and appeared in front of Wu Daniu, this rough man danced happily.

"Daddy," At this moment, Wu Erhong suddenly had an indescribable intimacy with this ancient person who was originally not related by blood.

"By the way, I asked you to inquire about your sister and mother? Any news? Wu Daniu suddenly lowered his voice and said.

Wu Erhong was embarrassed, in the year he entered the palace, he forgot about it completely, because he always regarded himself as Yao Qinghua before, so he thought that he had no sister and mother at all.

Now when her father asked her again, she felt that since she had decided to treat herself completely as Wu Erhong, the only relatives in this world were them, and she had to find them.

So, he solemnly said to his father: "Dad, don't worry, I will not give up looking for it before I am alive." ”

(Dear friends, about yin and yang, and feng shui, this is true, I had personal experience when I was a child.) Uh, if you like it, ask for recommendations. Tickets, tickets, coins, you are free. ）