October 13 of the sixth year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, it is advisable to sacrifice and bury. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today has been seven days since the assassination of King Zhu Song of Han, and in these seven days, Zhu Song's 'body' was not sent to the palace of King Han in Nanjing, but officials from the Ming Dynasty's various envoys came to the residence of King Han in Jiading City to pay respects.

Today seems to be a special time for this temporary Han Wangfu, and the people in the mansion have already begun to decorate it in the early hours of the morning, and it is not until midnight that the decoration can be regarded as stopping.

Now it has reached three o'clock in the morning, and today, as usual, there have already been civil and military ministers from the political envoys who have come to pay respects, and in addition to the people of Jiading City, the people of other prefectures and cities are all wearing white cloth towels around their waists, and they are lined up in a long line from the east of the city to the west of the city.

These people all came spontaneously, no one organized them, and every one of them was grieving.

A group of young people wearing white mourning clothes and sitting down on horses entered from the east gate of Jiading, but before they reached the street entrance of Zhu Song's residence, they could only turn over and dismount, because they could no longer ride horses in front of them, and they had been blocked by the people.

This time, in addition to Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Zhanji and Zhu Song's own son Zhu Xuankun, the rest are Zhu Youjiao, Zhu Xunxuan, Zhu Mengcan and Zhu Yuexian, who represent the princes of the older generation, and came to Jiading City to worship Zhu Song.

Although the long queue did not intend to block the traffic of Jiading City, its length continued to increase.

"How can there be so many people? If I'm not mistaken, there shouldn't be so many people in Jiading City, right? Zhu Youjiao led the horse and looked at the ordinary people on the street, his face full of surprise.

"These people should have come to pay tribute to Uncle Songhuang, right?" The surprise on Zhu Gaosui's face was not much lower than that of Zhu Yousui, he looked at the people surging on the street, and sighed: "Throughout the history of my Central Plains, in all dynasties, how many princes have been able to do thousands of empty alleys and send each other for ten miles?" Uncle Songhuang, unprecedented! ”

"Alright, alright, don't say anything else!" Zhu Mengcan patted the horse's back and said, "The Fourth Emperor Uncle shouldn't have lied to us, if you can see Uncle Songhuang later, you will definitely ask what's going on!" ”

Coming out of Kunning Palace, Zhu Gaosui did not go back to his mansion, but went to the agreed Han Wangfu to meet, and in the palace, Zhu Gaosui told them everything they told them about Long Live to this group of little guys.

"Then let's go!" Among the little guys, the most anxious is Zhu Xuankun, if he has wings, he will fly to Jiading City for fear of exhaustion.

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Lin is the Han Wangfu, the door of the mansion is wide open at this moment, the huge lintel has long been hung with a white long pull, the white yellow spring flower in the middle is particularly conspicuous, and the surrounding Han Wangfu guards are all dressed in mourning clothes, their expressions are very solemn, and the eyes of anyone seem to be looking at the enemy.

"Third brother, third brother, the little highness has come down!" At this moment, a guard saw a small figure from a distance, and he was rushing towards this side, and hurriedly reported to Huang Sanyu, who was sent at the door.

"Your Royal Highness?" Huang San, who was giving it away, couldn't turn his head a little, "Are you stunned?" ”

Without waiting for the palace guard to answer, a young voice with a thick anxiety sounded: "Third uncle, third uncle, where are my father and mother?" ”

"Your Highness, you, why are you here?" Seeing Zhu Xuankun, Huang San was still a little stunned.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll go in by myself." Zhu Xuankun saw that Huang San was stunned, and directly dropped such a sentence, and rushed straight into the mansion.

Huang San finally came back to his senses and shouted at Zhu Song's back: "The princess is guarding the spirit in the mourning hall. ”

"General Huang, long time no see!" Just when Huang San turned his head, Zhu Youyi and the others also arrived in front of the mansion and were greeting him, "For the safety of Uncle Songhuang, you have really worked hard these days." ”

His Royal Highness King Zhao ...... "Seeing these young princes and county kings, Huang San was startled at first, and then hurriedly saluted.

"Alright, alright, some vulgar etiquette will be waived." Zhu Gaosui waved his hand and said, "The mourning hall is in the mansion?" ”

"Yes!" Huang San nodded, "You, and His Royal Highness the King of Cheering Counties, why did you come to Jiading City?" ”

"If something so big happens, can this king not come?" Zhu Youyao's face remained solemn, "If it weren't for ......"

"There's a bonus." Zhu Gaosui pulled Zhu Youyi, looked left and right, and said, "The partition wall has ears!" ”

At present, there are many people outside the palace gate, the servants of the civil and military officials of the prefecture and city, the people of the prefecture and city, and the traders who walk the streets and alleys.

"Yes." Zhu Youyi came back to his senses, nodded to Huang San and said, "General Huang, then we will go in first." ”

"Ladies and gentlemen, please!" Huang San stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation, and after Zhu Mengcan and the others entered, he seemed to remember something, and nodded to the guards of the Yihan Palace.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao of the Ming Dynasty has arrived!"

"Da Ming Xiangfu Jun Wang to ......"

The guard, who was dressed in a white mourning dress and covered with a white cloth sewn on his shoes, shouted loudly when he saw that his boss was giving him a look.

After entering the mansion, there were already guards from the Han Wangfu waiting there, distributing long incense to everyone.

As the so-called doing a full set of meticulous work, after Zhu Gaosui and the others entered the mansion, they took a long stick of incense handed over by the guard, lifted the mourning clothes on their bodies, and strode towards the direction of the mourning hall.

The mourning hall is arranged in the main hall of the temporary Han Wangfu, the main hall is facing the gate, is a wooden tablet, the name is 'God Lord', the God Lord card is about two inches wide and six inches high, the middle line is written with a red pen 'the god of the former husband Han Wang Zhu Songfu Jun';

After the tablet of the god lord, that is, in the middle of the mourning hall, there is a huge coffin, although I don't know how much weight it is, but depending on its scale, there are as many as fourfold, you know, the quadruple is the emperor's regulation, and it actually appeared in the palace of the king of Han, if this is not Zhu Diqin, then it can only be said that Zhu Song is overstepping, just waiting to be dug up the grave, crushed bones and ashes!

In addition to these, on both sides of the coffin, there is a paper golden boy and jade girl, their bodies are hung with gold and silver, and the five animals and three animals, melons and fruits, snacks, tributes, and incense burners in front of the coffin are not lacking.

At this moment, Zhu Xuankun, who came in one step ahead of everyone, had already put on his filial piety clothes and knelt beside Xu Miaojin.

"There are guests, burn paper, incense!"

In this mourning hall, Mu Su was in charge of his duties, and when he saw Zhu Gaosui and the others coming in, although he felt strange in his heart, he still ordered someone to light the long incense in everyone's hands, and shouted directly.

Although Zhu Gaosui and the others really wanted to see Zhu Song now, thinking of what his father said to him, they had to be patient, at least to finish everything on this face.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaosui nodded to the few uncles and brothers who were following him, raised the long incense to the center of his eyebrows, and said: "Nephews Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Mengcan, Zhu Yuexian...... Incense to Uncle Songhuang! ”

"Incense closes!" Mu Su followed the current royal etiquette, and after the little ones finished offering incense, he continued: "Since you are a nephew and a prostrate, come and prepare a futon!" One kowtow! ”

For these little guys, kowtowing is nothing, anyway, their own Uncle Songhuang was not really assassinated, and the quadruple coffin in front of them is also empty, so kowtow will kowtow.

"Two kowtows...... Four kowtows, the ceremony is over, and the relatives thank you! ”

There were four loud kowtows from one person, and the faces of every little guy were full of gloom, and Zhu Zhanji's face even had a sad color, looking at them, it really looked like Zhu Song was dead.

"Auntie, Brother Kun, please mourn!" After the worship, Zhu Gaosui and the other little ones walked to the side and sat on their knees, and Xu Miaojin and Zhu Xuankun, who were also dressed in mourning clothes, persuaded in a heavy tone.

"It's been hard for you guys to come."

Xu Miaojin naturally knew that her husband was not really dead, but when she thought that a hundred years later, there would still be a day of separation, she was very depressed in her heart, and the expression on her face was very sad.

"Yes, Uncle Grandmother!" Zhu Zhanji took two steps forward, looked at Xu Miaojin very seriously, and said, "If Uncle and Grandmother are thin, then if Uncle Song suddenly pops out, doesn't he have to blame us?" ”

"Poof......" Zhu Gaosui, who was still thinking about stepping forward to persuade Xu Miaojin for two sentences, almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood, how could this kid talk the? That's too relieving, isn't it?

If Uncle Songhuang is here, I'm afraid I'll have to be angry to death by this unobtrusive stinky boy, right?

This time, Xu Miaojin's face was much better, and there was a smile in her bright eyes, but there were so many people in this mourning hall, she had to endure not laughing, but it was uncomfortable!

"Junki!" Zhu Gaosui slapped Zhu Zhanji's head fiercely, "Think about it before you speak." ”

Although Zhu Zhanji is the grandson of the emperor, Zhu Gaosui is his uncle after all, and he beat him, he didn't dare to say anything, so he could only endure it himself.

Shaking his hand, Zhu Gaosui's eyes flashed and he whispered: "Auntie, Uncle Songhuang ...... him"

"Master Mu, you can take a few counties to the backyard, there are people here to take care of them." Xu Miaojin Bingxue is smart, so she naturally understands the meaning of Zhu Gaosui's words. Besides, Zhu Song had already explained to Xu Miaojin that if someone came from Nanjing, he would take them to the backyard, and there was no need to hide this matter from them.

Of course, if some people he didn't like came over, Zhu Song wouldn't give them the truth.

"Your Highnesses, please follow the end!" Mu Su answered, led Zhu Gaosui and them to the backyard.

The little ones nodded silently and followed Mu Su to the backyard.

……

There are also six wings in the backyard of the temporary Han Wangfu, and the layout here is the same as the front yard, the only difference is that it lacks a little popularity.

In the entire backyard, there was no one else except for a team of ten palace guards patrolling.

In fact, in addition to these guards in the backyard, in the wing room on the east side, only Zhu Song was sitting at a small table and pouring himself a drink.

Speaking of which, this guy is really enjoying it, he is wearing a loose nightgown, his black hair is scattered behind his head, and a small table is placed beside him, on which there is a pot of warm rice wine, a small plate of orchid beans, a small plate of crispy cakes, and a few other snacks that are popular in the Ming Dynasty.

That's how pleasant it looks!

Knock knock!

Just when Zhu Song was half awake and half drunk, there was a knock on the door, and Zhu Song sat up straight, slightly flirted with the hem of his clothes, and said to the door: "Come in!" ”

'Squeak' There was a soft sound, Mu Su pushed the door and walked in, and said, "Lord Wang, His Royal Highness King Zhao is here!" ”

"It's coming pretty fast! Then take them in......" Zhu Song waved his hand at Mu Su, and just halfway through his words, Zhu Gaosui's voice came in: "Uncle Songhuang, are you in the house?" ”

"Hahaha, great, great, I knew that Uncle Songhuang would be fine!" At this moment, Zhu Gaosui and their heads came out from behind Mu Su and said excitedly.

The little ones were flushed and full of excitement, and their eyes seemed to see not Zhu Song, but a roast pheasant stripped of its hair, which was bubbling with a scorching aroma.

"Nephew Gao Sui, Youjiao...... I've seen Uncle Songhuang (Uncle Song)! Zhu Gaosui and the others squeezed into the room, and when they saw Zhu Song sitting on the edge of the table alive, they were all as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they were very excited.

Zhu Song was uncomfortable by them, and waved his hand directly: "Okay, okay, get up!" ”

When the little ones all stood up, Zhu Song pointed to a few seats next to him and said, "None of the outsiders in this room today are outsiders, so don't worry about so many courtesies, sit down!" Mu Su, you go and ask the back kitchen to get a few dishes, this king wants to talk with a few county kings here while eating! ”

"Yes, Lord Wang!" Mu Su nodded, turned around and walked out of the room.

"Uncle Songhuang, what are you doing here? Why did you release the news of your assassination? After finding a place to sit down, the youngest Zhu Zhanji asked his doubts.

The other county kings present also showed curiosity.

Zhu Song did not rush to answer Zhu Zhanji's question, but looked at Zhu Youji and said: "Youjia, is it possible that you didn't imagine it, why did this king deliberately spread the news of my assassination?" ”

Zhu Song's question made these little guys stunned.

After a full quarter of an hour, Zhu Youyi said tentatively: "Uncle Songhuang, do you want to lure out the master who plotted to assassinate you?" ”

"No, no!" Zhu Gaosui shook his head and interjected: "With the strength of my Ming court, even if it is the matter of Shaolin Temple and Wudang faction, some clues can be found in this matter, let alone those who are not in the stream?" Uncle Songhuang, could it be that the thief who plotted to assassinate you a few days ago didn't leave even a trace? ”