The winter of the last year of Emperor Jingyuan

Although it was almost noon, the sky was still overcast, and the sky was full of thick, low, grayish-yellow cloudy clouds, and it was about to snow.

The north-east wind whined and roared across the wilderness, as if it were a sharp sword that pierced the tightest of furs.

Finally, under the guidance of the strong wind, snowflakes fell from the sky, the snow was not large at first, but as the clouds pressed lower and lower, the wind blew more and more sharply.

Soon, everything in the field of vision was covered with a pale layer of pure white.

In this cold, empty mountain, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly sounded, and groups of people wrapped in white cloth and riding tall horses galloped from a distance.

This is exactly the people who are incense in Dacheng today.

As soon as he received the news of Emperor Jingyuan's death just now, Ming Anhou immediately took Master Cao San, his eldest son Cao Yun, and Cui Yongxin and Cui Changjian, two uncles and nephews, to the capital together.

And they are not the first batch of people to rush back to the capital quickly, and of course, they will not be the last.

On this cold and icy, biting cold New Year's Day.

On this desolate official road with only bare tree trunks, even birds and finches are hard to find.

It is destined to have batches of dignitaries, line after line of high-ranking officials, whistling by in a hurry.

With a nervous heart, they sent away the pillars of the family, Cui Changhao and Cao Xiu stayed, and accompanied the daughters of each family to the cemetery to worship their ancestors.

Originally, the two families set a sumptuous vegetarian meal in Dacheng Temple, and planned to have a good time. Now it's blind for nothing.

The two old ladies were anxious and couldn't do anything, so with a wave of their big hands, they simply gave it away.

Even going to the cemetery to worship the ancestors was quick and panicked, and the people clearly felt the chaotic mood of the masters, either this miss broke the pastry, or the godless knocked over the candlestick.

Panic, like the most terrible and rapid plague, spread overwhelmingly from a person's heart. into the heart of another person. It swept the entire capital in an instant.

The joy of the morning has long since disappeared, Cui Wanqing looked around and saw a miserable white. Everywhere there was a white expanse.

The temple is white. The trees are white. The lantern is white, and even the human face is pale. Miserable white.

The snow fluttering in the sky seems to be to cooperate with the funeral news of Emperor Jingyuan, probably to let this famous emperor of the Great Jing Dynasty go all the way, and the heaven and earth are all rendered for him with endless pure white.

The Dajing Dynasty, the first year of Emperor Wenhua, from the beginning of the new year, fell into a desolate white vastness.

Mrs. Cao and Mrs. Cui, including Mrs. Ming'anhou and Mrs. Cui, are all foreign women with orders.

Hit from the second day of the first day before the beginning of the palace began to enter the palace for funeral, the day of the hour of the hour, the Jin prince Qi Xuanzhen in the Jinluan Palace to Jingyuan Emperor posthumous photo succession, the year name Wenhua, known as Wenhua Emperor.

When Qi Xuanzhen was served by the eunuchs, he changed into a dragon robe, sat on a high dragon chair, looked down at the courtiers at his feet, shouted long live from the mountain, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

suddenly understood why generations of royal children would fight to the death for this position.

Now, he is the ultimate victor, "but can I sit down on the dragon chair until it reaches my son's hands?" ”

Qi Xuanzhen's eyes swept to the left front of the main hall unconsciously.

It was the place where his brothers knelt and worshipped, and as far as the eye could see, there were more than a dozen people.

Qi Xuanzhen's heart was blocked for a while, "Father, father, you just left here, leaving so many younger brothers, and guarding against their disobedience, and I want to pay money to support them, and offer them delicious food and drink."

His eyes moved parallel to the right, and he happened to see Cui Yongxin and the others, and he felt a little comforted in his heart, "Fortunately, the person who manages the money bag for me still has a little ability, so he won't let me live with my belt on my belt." ”

In his cranky thoughts in the east and west, the pit chief's clear decree was finally finished.

Qi Xuanzhen gathered enough qi and shouted in a deep voice: "Everyone loves Qing's body"

His voice echoed in the vast Jinluan Treasure Hall, and the ministers congratulated in unison, a new atmosphere of getting along with the monarchs and ministers.

However, he did not get enough of this addiction, and instead devoted himself to the infinite and complicated funeral.

First of all, it is necessary to calculate the day of Emperor Jingyuan's burial, which is not only related to Emperor Jingyuan's afterlife, but also related to the national lineage of the Dajing Dynasty in the next hundred years, whether it can maintain prosperity forever.

During the cautious period, Qi Xuanzhen issued an order, ordering Qin Tianjian and Dacheng Tiansi to push the day together, fortunately, there was nothing wrong with this, and the positive days pushed out on both sides were at the end of the 16th day.

Pinch your fingers and calculate, Emperor Jingyuan's coffin will be suspended in the palace for at least thirteen days.

In other words, Mrs. Cui and her sisters will have to mourn in the palace for eleven days, and they will go to the imperial tomb for another three days until the coffin of Emperor Jingyuan is buried, so that it can be regarded as a great consummation.

Cui Wanqing is really worried about the elderly, in this cold and wet weather, she can't stand it, no matter which one of them is sick, doesn't she have to worry about it?

After thinking about it, this year is destined to be bad anyway, Cui Wanqing simply took the maids in the yard who were good at needlework, and rushed to make cotton mats together, and cotton hands to protect these.

As a result, Cui Wanjuan, who came to visit the door, saw it, and when she saw it, she also said that she wanted to be filial, so she simply lived in Qingyuan, and the two masters took the maids and mothers, and they were in full swing.

started from the top two old people, and went all the way to Cao Yun and Cui Changjian.

Cui Wanqing not only made it for her father and brother in front of people, but also secretly made a set of herself, from the fabric to the stitches, it was really painstaking.

But it was for Qi Xuanhui in the palace, Emperor Jingyuan died in her previous life, she didn't catch up, this time Emperor Jingyuan died, she still couldn't catch up.

This is nameless and undivided, if you want to send it openly, it is impossible, and for today's plan, it can only be sent to the palace secretly

Fortunately, on the night of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Qi Xuanhui once quietly told her that if there was an urgent matter in the future and wanted to send a letter to the palace, he would go to Du Tian in the carriage room in the outer courtyard.

Deliver the items to be delivered to this person, and Cui Wanqing doesn't have to worry about the rest of the things, it will naturally be done, she just needs to sit and wait for the news.

Cui Wanqing didn't take this seriously at the time, she thought, what big deal can it be?

I can't even wait to meet again, so I have to find someone to run away and deliver the letter in a hurry?

You must know that the two of them are in the capital, and they are not separated by 108,000 miles, so it can be seen that the person is thinking too much in his heart. (To be continued......)