No one had the heart to care about Chu Mingyang, and the atmosphere of the funeral was sad, so when he entered the mourning hall, the breath of death came to his face, no matter who the dead person was, it was still sad.

All the princes took care of the funeral for Yuwenjun together, so they all wore white here according to the rules, Yuan Qingling told Yuwenhao that Mrs. Yao had brought something and wanted to put it in the coffin for burial, and Yuwenhao took it.

Mrs. Yao stood in front of the corridor, the courtyard was cold, once upon a time, the traffic in front of the Ji Wang's Mansion was busy, and it was prominent for a while, but now, the courtyard is small, and the people are bleak, so it is a lifetime.

There was a touch of sadness in my heart for no reason, not for him, but for the years that had been buried together.

It's just that she has never been such a sad person, but recently, she always feels a lot softer in her heart.

"Mother, didn't you say that you would give incense to your father?" Meng Xing came out and tugged at her sleeves, lifted Baba's little face, dressed in linen and filial piety, with some cowardice and fear in her eyes.

Mrs. Yao stroked Meng Xing's face, "Okay! ”

Standing in front of the spirit with the fragrance in her hand, she thought about it for a long time, but decided to go in and say goodbye to him.

The coffin is placed behind the mourning hall, the coffin has not been sealed, and the items buried with it have not all been put in, a pro-dynasty uniform, which he wore before his death, there is a small wormhole at the collar of the court dress, after he was deposed, he was not qualified to wear it again, but he was reluctant to throw it away, and now several younger brothers care about his decency and put it on for him.

Lying in a coffin like this, the arrogance has faded, the viciousness has been exhausted, he is an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary, his face is well organized, his pale face is covered with rouge, and he tries to make him more decent in the end.

The waiter of the Ministry of Rites handed over a broken comb and said softly: "Madam, although you and the eldest prince are reconciled, since you are here to send a ride, then please place the broken comb, cut off the grievances in this life, and be in peace." ”

Madame Yao nodded, took the broken comb, and put half of it in the coffin, and the other side, hidden in her sleeve.

The grievances in this life are gone, and the real grudge is ruthless.

Yuwenjun was buried in the prince's mausoleum, and the stone tablet still wrote the great prince, without respect and seal.

Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill.

This funeral lasted for three days, he didn't eat a bite of food for three days, and even the soup was vomited, and he was haunted by nightmares at night, but it was only three or four days, and he lost a lot of weight.

In the early morning, Prince Yu Wenhao presided over the court for the first time, and looked at the empty dragon chair, which made the officials feel very unsure.

The imperial doctor also came out to explain his illness to the hundred officials, saying that it was the wind and cold caused by the change of the sky, coupled with the stagnation of liver qi, and he had a seizure for a while, and he had to raise for some days, and then the holy decree was issued, and during his recuperation, the prince was the regent of the country, and the prince Rui was the auxiliary.

The news of Emperor Ming Yuan's illness was not covered up, and even some people were discussing it.

During the reign of Emperor Ming Yuan, he was really diligent in government, and rarely missed the premature dynasty because of illness, except for the fact that he took Concubine Hu to another courtyard in order to establish the prince, and he never tried it before or even after.

Now that Emperor Ming Yuan is so sick that he wants the prince to be regent, the news comes out, and everyone is also suspicious.

Chu Shoufu had already retired, but because Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill, he returned to the cabinet and presided over cabinet affairs.

Emperor Ming Yuan's illness came in a hurry, and it seemed to catch everyone off guard.

Fortunately, the prince's small court has been decent, and it can quickly maintain stability, and the deliberations remain unchanged, but the burden of Jingzhao Mansion has fallen on the body of King Qi, and Yu Wenhao has not returned for several days now, just hanging on to his post.

Emperor Ming Yuan's rare situation made the princes and princes of the counties in various places send greetings, and even some of them also went to Beijing to visit the sick.

King Pingnan also flew a pigeon to pass a letter to the emperor, saying that he was already on the way back to Beijing, and this time he would bring his son into Beijing.

After the Emperor Taishang received the letter, he ordered someone to inform Xiaoyao Gong and Chu Shoufu that Ji'er was going back to Beijing.

And let the palace grasp the repair of the palace next to the Qiankun Palace, the Star Picking Tower, no need to pay manpower, just prepare the things are OK, said that after the King of Pingnan returned to Beijing, he would stay in the Star Picking Tower, and also made a decree to let Yuan Qingling enter the palace immediately, give him a full body examination, where not to treat, must have a strong physique.

Yuan Qingling was very surprised, the Emperor Taishang attached so much importance to King Pingnan?

After entering the palace, she unexpectedly found that Chu Shoufu and Xiaoyao Gong were also there, both of them were wearing coolie suits, and their heads and faces were covered with mud, as if they had just returned from farming.

"Where did you go and come back?" Yuan Qingling asked.

"Repair the Star Picking Tower and rebuild a wall." Xiaoyao Gong drank a bowl of tea and smiled red.

"Star Picking Tower?" Yuan Qingling didn't know that there was a star-picking tower in the palace.

"Well, right next to it."

Yuan Qingling looked at the palace gate, isn't it Wenchang Tower next door? How is the Star Picking Building? At the beginning, Fu Bao fell from the Wenchang Tower.

"Wenchang Pagoda has changed its name?" Yuan Qingling asked.

Xiaoyao Gong Urn said angrily: "Wenchang Tower is Wenchang Tower, and Star Picking Tower is Star Picking Tower, how is it the same?" Wenchang Tower is the tube tower, and the Star Picking Tower is the temple, do you see it? Separate! ”

Yuan Qing Ling laughed and laughed, looking at the tower and the building, they were together.

"Isn't it enough to tell the craftsmen to do these jobs? Do you have to do it yourself? Yuan Qingling carried the medicine box to the front of the corridor, and the emperor still habitually sat on the chair in front of the corridor, he had no energy in the past, but today he looks energetic, with happy eyebrows.

Chu Shoufu said: "How can Ji'er's affairs be handed over to others? ”

"Ji'er? Who is Ji'er? "When I asked, I realized that it was Pingnan Wang Yuwenji, but I was curious how they called Pingnan Wang Ji'er? Sounds very intimate.

But in the past few years, Yuan Qingling has never seen King Pingnan, and even when Emperor Taishang was about to be critically ill, he did not come back.

The palace people helped the Emperor Taishang into the palace, and the Emperor Taishang chattered with her about the King of Pingnan, but most of them were trivial things, it turned out that they used to live together in the Star Picking Tower in King Su's Mansion, and the Star Picking Tower in the palace was built by the Emperor Taishang after he ascended the throne.

The Emperor Taishang lay down, and he had automatically and consciously rolled up his sleeves, waiting to listen to the pulse, listen to the heartbeat, and follow the stethoscope to adjust his breathing, inhale, exhale, inhale deeply, and exhale slowly, very skillfully.

"How?" After checking it, he looked at Yuan Qingling cautiously.

Yuan Qingling took back the stethoscope and said, "The trachea is still a little bad, and now at the peak of spring asthma, smoking and alcohol are strictly prohibited!" ”

"It's not stained," he felt a little weak when he said this, and then said firmly: "From now on, I won't drink a drop of wine." ”

Yuan Qingling measured his blood pressure again, his blood pressure was not high, and he had been strictly controlled very well, and people who were greedy for a cup of good wine were most afraid of high blood pressure, and he also had heart disease, so he couldn't be rash at all.