When the monarch passed away, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty had to mourn for 27 days, and they were not allowed to wear red and green. Even the daily clothing of ordinary people deliberately avoided bright colors.

The first emperor used it during his lifetime, and took a part of it and gave it to the ministers and princes for a testament. The other part was completely burned.

What Ye Lixuan got was an inkstone that the emperor liked very much. After he got the inkstone, he immediately replaced the inkstone in the study.

He would spend a lot of time studying ink every day, but he didn't use it every day.

Sometimes I write a small print, sometimes I paint a landscape. Sometimes I don't do anything, I just grind the ink, and the next day I pour it and grind it again.

It's really incomprehensible.

When Gonggong Ruan gave this inkstone to Ye Lixuan, he suddenly mentioned that Ye Ling Hao taught him to grind ink. After Ruan An woke up, he remembered the events of his childhood.

At that time, he was only three or four years old, and he was already able to write and write and write hyphenated.

At that time, his father was still the crown prince, and he was very happy to hear the prince praise him for being smart and clever, and he was a talented person. After returning home, he took him to the study of the prince's mansion and carried him to the desk.

"Come, write a word to Hongu to see."

He took the pen and turned over and knelt on the table, lying on the rice paper, writing carefully with every stroke.

According to what Taifu taught, he wrote the word "Xuan" very seriously, which was his own name.

After writing it, he himself was full of appreciation. It's the best he's ever written.

After seeing it, my father also appreciated it greatly. He patted him on the head and continued.

I can't remember exactly what they were now, but I vaguely remember a sentence: good writing is nothing, ink is the fundamental.

After his father finished speaking, he taught him to sharpen the ink. He was serious at the time, but he didn't learn the essence. After reading it, I felt tired and wanted to rest.

His father asked him what he was talking about, but he didn't really know anything. just grabbed the words of his father, and echoed the words "moderate shade".

As a result, his father hugged him and laughed. praised him: "My son is really a great talent." ”

At that time, he was naturally full of joy.

The past of such a child, he now remembers it clearly, which is really a bit unbelievable. It turned out that his father was the emperor of him. It's not that there are no good memories, it's just that he accidentally lost it.

Now that I've picked it up, I'm really touched.

After the mourning period, it is time for the funeral ceremony. Because of the high mountain and long road, the night rain will get ****. No need to travel. As the princess, Feng Tianyue is a relative of the emperor and needs to accompany the funeral procession.

On the day of the funeral, Ye Linghao's coffin was carried out of the funeral palace early in the morning and led in front. There are hundreds of big men who carry the coffin alone, and they go in turn. Thousands of funeral processions marched out of the capital, their hands sprinkled with yellow paper, like snow covering the streets.

I can't imagine that the so-called mountain high road is really high mountain and far away, and it took five full days from Yuancheng to the imperial tomb!

Feng Qianyue only participated in the funerals of two emperors in her life, but she witnessed two extremes.

Seeing that the West Night had lost a lot for the deceased emperor, she couldn't help but feel sad. Compared with. The father's parting was indeed too cold.

Although her father was defeated, she still felt that he was a generation of virtuous monarchs who should be recorded in history and left in history.

It's a pity that the winner is the king, and the loser is the loser, and the loser may only have a few substitutions.

After sealing the tomb, the scholar wrote the tablet after kneeling three times and knocking nine times, and sealed it in a brocade box to be brought back by the emperor.

When Feng Tianyue saw this scene, she remembered that her father didn't even have a tablet. I sighed and lamented in my heart.

This has been back and forth for more than ten days, and Feng Tianyue has accompanied her through the motions. Except for the pain of his father's departure, there is no other feeling.

After all, she has no kinship with the monarch of the Western Night. It's normal to be a little indifferent.

After returning to the palace, Feng Tianyue asked the grandmother in the palace about the famous temple in Yuancheng. So he asked for his life with Ye Lixuan, and he wanted to go to the temple for a while.

Ye Lixuan wanted to go with her, but she refused. had to send a few other maids and guards to accompany her out of the house.

Feng Tianyue went to Laiyin Temple. I want to ask for a tablet for my father. Leaving Xuan on the same road from the night, he always felt a little inappropriate, so he politely rejected him.

Ye Lixuan thought that she had gone to the temple to confess for the bastard thing he had done, so he didn't ask any more.

Because the imperial court did not promulgate the news of Fengyang's surrender, the oral news between the cities spread slowly. When Ye Lixuan arrived in Peicheng, there was no news of Fengyang's surrender in the deep part of the western night.

Until that day, after having intercourse. Ye Lixuan only learned from Feng Tianyue that she had lost her father. He was so surprised that he apologized, but Feng Tianyue couldn't react.

Later, I learned that there was a saying that it was not allowed to have sex with her, and the so-called ignorant person was not guilty, and her father should forgive her.

So far, although the two have slept together, Ye Lixuan is very polite and has never touched her again.

However, Feng Tianyue didn't take this matter very seriously, but she didn't know that she was leaving Xuan at night.

When she arrived at Laiyin Temple, Feng Tingyue first worshiped the Bodhisattva and added sesame oil, and then invited Master Yu Huiyuan.

I heard that this Master Huiyuan is a famous monk in Yuancheng and even in the West Night. Ye Molan originally wanted him to preside over the funeral, but he was old and weak and could not support the long journey, so he chose another monk.

If you can get such a deep Buddha relationship to sing the Buddhist scriptures, presumably the road of Huangquan will also be more vigorous.

"Master Huiyuan doesn't see outsiders." The little monk glanced at Feng Qianyue, and Lang Lang rejected her.

This little monk said wonderfully. Don't see outsiders? That is to say, there are people who can be invited. So who is not considered an outsider?

"Little master, can you tell me how I can meet Master Huiyuan?"

Listening to her kind voice and ask, the little monk raised his eyes and looked at her again. After pondering for a while, he said seriously: "I see that you have a relationship with the Buddha, so I will go down the mountain and buy me a string of sugar gourds, and I will tell you." ”

Seeing him pretending to be a high-ranking monk and asking her for sugar gourds so uprightly, Feng Tianyue couldn't help but laugh dumbly. Sure enough, it's a child, cute and innocent.

Linglong on the side was also amused by the little monk and took out a broken silver.

"My master has something important to ask to see Master Huiyuan, the sugar gourd is gone, do you want this silver? But it's enough to buy dozens of strings of sugar gourds. ”

He shook his head and said very seriously: "Monks must not be greedy. ”

After a pause, he took his words again. "But you can change it for a sugar gourd for me, Amitabha."

This time, even a few of the stern guards were amused by him. This silver is greedy, but the sugar gourd bought with silver is not greedy? What is the rationale for this?

"Yan Bin, you just go down the mountain to buy a string of sugar gourds for him."

"Yes."

Yan Bin took the order and turned around to leave, and Feng Tianyue heard a familiar call from a distance: "Tianyue." (To be continued.) )