Feng Tianyue secretly cried for a long time, and the tears stopped. The grievances seem to have cried out, and my heart is empty, and I can't find a reason to vent.

It turns out that no matter how deep the grief is, it will eventually be the time for mourning to end.

Feng Tianyue looked at King Fengyang nostalgically, and wanted to engrave this attachment in her heart.

King Fengyang's face was pale and purple at this time, and he had lost his previous ruddyness.

I can't delay my father's good sleep any longer. Feng Tianyue thought to herself, wiped the tears on her face with a silk silk, and went out.

The night was deep, and the ministers all knelt outside, dressed in white, waiting to bid farewell to King Fengyang. Before the beginning of autumn, there was a bleak and mournful atmosphere in the courtyard.

Luo Feng looked at Feng Tianyue, and the corners of his eyes turned red, and he wanted to care about a few words, but it was out of place. I had to watch her silently, secretly distressed.

"Dare to ask the princess, when will the emperor be buried in the ground?"

King Fengyang left the palace this time without any concubines and princes in the palace. At this time, the highest status was Feng Qianyue, and the ministers had to ask for her meaning.

"Prime Minister Qin, leave this matter to you."

"Yes."

Qin Xiang bowed and got up. After some instructions, people carried a pair of crystal coffins to the door, and then found Feng Tianyue to whisper.

Originally, the emperor's mausoleum had to be exquisite, and the day of the stop should be sufficient, and the new emperor would be in charge, and the mausoleum would have to be built for many years.

And there was a built imperial mausoleum in Kyoto, but King Fengyang did not want to be buried in the imperial mausoleum, so he had to settle in this empty city.

King Fengyang is in a hurry, and he will march in the west tomorrow night, so naturally he can't wait for a good day. Besides, the country is dying, and there is no waiting for the new emperor. Could it be that he was buried directly?

There are no mausoleums, and there are no precious funerary objects. Such a rush is too simple and inevitably criticized by the world.

Feng Tianyue silently listened to what Qin Xiang said, and looked up at the night, it was when Haoyue was in the sky.

"It's okay, take advantage of the full moon today, and let my father enter the earth."

Qin Xiang was a little surprised, but he felt that he should. After all, it happened suddenly, and it could only be reluctantly done.

Feng Tianyue was not Qin Xiang's ordinary idea, but she suddenly understood her father.

Now that my father is ready to go, he has naturally thought about these questions. He was carefree, and it was good to go alone. It's also a good thing for a person to sleep here peacefully, and no one will disturb him.

As for the gossip of the world, the kingdom is dead, and it doesn't matter what these things do. The father is destined to be disturbed by rumors, as long as he is worthy of his own heart, he can be stable.

Feng Tianyue changed into the white clothes prepared by Qin Xiang's order, and then returned to the lobby.

At this time, King Fengyang was already in the coffin, and the ministers were bowing to the incense.

There are not many civil and military officials in Kyoto, and most of them are military attachés. A group of sergeants who shed blood without tears naturally will not have a scene of crying and mourning.

If a group of people are crying and crying, Feng Tianyue is afraid that she will also be sad with a burst of sorrow. Because of everyone's steadiness and the fact that she cried for a while before, it doesn't seem so uncomfortable in her heart now.

Among the many sons and daughters of the father, she was the only one present who was favored. And she can't shed a single tear, I wonder if those people will secretly say that she has no heart and lungs?

If it is replaced by someone else, it will be a howling cry, and filial piety will move the world. She really shouldn't be so cold. can make her coy, and she can't barely come with this temperament.

It's just that the gratitude in my heart is cherished, and I don't need to express it to others to judge.

Since there is no mausoleum, it is too late to build it now. It is to choose the largest ice cellar in the city to bury King Fengyang.

The group walked on the quiet avenue in a cold and lonely manner, and the breeze of the summer night carried a hint of warmth, but it was still unpleasant. Feng Tianyue walked in front with the coffin, looking at the funeral procession of less than 100 people, and there was a trace of distress for no reason.

The burial ceremony of my father is probably the simplest among the monarchs of all dynasties. But he smiled on his face, and he should have walked comfortably.

Feng Tianyue turned her head and saw King Fengyang who was smiling, and her heart was much more relaxed. At least, my father was relieved at the last moment.

There is no crying and grabbing the ground, there is no mourning and complaining, only the emotional remembrance in my heart, and I send this Mingjun away.

When I arrived at the ice cellar, I opened the cellar door, and a cold air came to my face. The people followed the person who carried the coffin inside, and it was cold and biting, as if it could put a layer of frost on the face.

If it weren't too simple, the ice cellar was a good place to keep the corpse, and it was a little more comfortable than the Crystal Palace. It's a pity that people in the world only look at the appearance, and don't pay attention to the inner reality.

After the body was placed in the ice cellar, everyone couldn't help the cold air inside and retreated one after another.

Feng Tianyue took off the jade pendant around her waist and put it on the crystal coffin, and then reluctantly withdrew from the ice cellar.

This blessed jade pendant was tied around her neck by King Fengyang himself when Feng Tianyue was born. When Feng Tianyue became bigger and bigger, the jade pendant was a little strangled, so it was taken to make a pendant. It is said that Yutong is human, so let it accompany his father in this cold cellar.

Out of the ice cellar, the sky was already a little bright. The group went up to the tower, and the Praetorian Guard began to clear the city.

The soldiers blew the horn of assembly, and in a short time the city was filled with dense troops.

Luo Feng finished reading the edict on the city tower, and told the story of the death of King Fengyang. A shout of "Kneel!" Then they heard a sound below, and everyone knelt down for a moment of silence.

Feng Tianyue now knew that Luo Feng also had the momentum to guide the country. It's a pity that Jun has passed away, where should he go?