Half a month later, it was the day of the first emperor's funeral.

Early in the morning, Qin Yuanxi, who was lying in the dormitory and was exhausted and had lost most of his body, was carefully woken up by Yu Xuanran.

When she opened her eyes, Qin Yuanxi was neither angry nor annoyed, just staring at her with gray eyes.

Yu Xuanran sighed slightly and spoke in a low voice, "... Princess, today it's time for His Majesty the Emperor to enter the mausoleum......"

"Well, got it...,"

Qin Yuanxi looked away with difficulty, looked at the pink curtain inside, and forcibly held back not to let the tears fall.

"Prepare those letters that Hongu has written these days, and wait for the morning, we will ...... We sent my grandmother together. ”

Yu Xuanran nodded, didn't bother anymore, and retreated quietly.

They have seen the situation of the princess these days, and if the princess is in a better mood, it is false.

I didn't cry anymore alone, I didn't see much tears, but in addition to eating casually on weekdays, I fell asleep when I was tired and tired.

Then, day and night, I sat at my desk and wrote piles and piles of stationery.

Yu Xuanran and Ziyun Ziyin didn't know the content, but guessed that it was related to His Majesty Emperor Yuanqing.

Whenever they saw the princess writing, they wept with their heads, and their tears wet the letterhead.

Eventually, when folded, all the letters that should have been flat were crumpled, and none of them were intact.

After taking care of everything, the officials of the royal family have already arrived at the mourning hall to wait.

In the coffin, Emperor Yuanqing was safe, and his dry face was still peaceful.

At the end of the day, when it was time to lift the coffin and say goodbye, Qin Yuanxi stood aside with his younger brothers and sisters, waiting for this final parting scene.

With the dull sound of the coffin moving, weeping faintly began again in the quiet hall.

She knew that the lid of the coffin was the last thing she looked at her grandmother.

See you again in a vaguely confused dream.

The corners of his eyes, which had long been dry, moistened again, and the tears that he couldn't hold back finally burst out of his eyes.

Several princes wore filial piety clothes and stiffly followed the crowd out of the solemn Hanyuan Palace.

In front of Hanyuan Palace, there are crowds of people, and hundreds of officials kneel to greet them.

"Ministers, etc...... Congratulations to the Holy Emperor Taizu and lead the way to the West for the Holy Emperor! ”

……

Ge Sheng Mengchu, vines in the wild. Yumei died here, who is with? Alone?

Ge Sheng is covered with thorns, and the vines are in the domain. Yumei died here, who is with? Solitaire?

The corner pillow is sloppy, and the brocade is rotten. Yumei died here, who is with? Dudan?

Summer days, winter nights. After the age of 100, he returns to his home.

Winter nights, summer days. After the age of 100, it will be returned to its chamber.

……

Not long after, the funeral team had already left the gate of Daning Palace.

The Daning Imperial Mausoleum is located in Xiqian County, the capital city, along the street, the people have already paused, dressed in plains, and knelt down.

For a time, the cry could reach heaven.

In the crowd, Xiao Yi suddenly reminded in a low voice, "Brother, look, the princess sister is there." ”

Xiao Jinfeng hurriedly looked at the point of his hand, and happened to see Princess Yunxi dressed in white in the team.

At first glance, Qin Yuanxi's body is thinner than half a month ago, and his spirit is much worse.

Several princes and princesses, all of them dragged slowly and heavily, Xiao Jinfeng saw it in his eyes, and it was complicated in his heart.

Since the last time Su Ji was successful, Su Ji was sent to a foreign country by the Holy Decree, and to be honest, Xiao Jinfeng was very happy for a few days.

Taking advantage of the great opportunity, he was going to plan to invite Qin Yuanxi to come out and have a relationship, but suddenly there was a major event of Emperor Yuanqing's death.

As soon as this incident came out, the world mourned, and it was obviously impossible to invite anything.

Moreover, the emperor died, and it was impossible to get married that year, even if the Son of Heaven had an heir, he could only be canonized casually.

Obviously, Qin Yuanxi, who was in his prime, was selfish and selfish, and it was impossible to talk about marriage.

Even if Xiao Jinfeng felt that things were bad again, he had to put it aside for the time being.

In general, no one has a chance, and now he only hopes that the prince who will enter the princess's eyes will die by himself, and talk to the princess about this during this period.

Touching the bottom line of the princess like that, it would be effortless for him Xiao Jinfeng to climb up one step further.

It's just that here, it's just a thought.

As Emperor Taizu's dragon body went away, the people got up one after another.

Xiao Jinfeng was not far away, but he also took in Qin Yuanxi's soulless and listless appearance just now.

He clapped his hands and pulled his sister next to him to her feet.

"Yi'er, Emperor Taizu is kind to the Xiao family, and he will send it to His Majesty Emperor Taizu with his brother."

"Everything is up to my brother."

The two followed the flow of people along the street, until Taizu's body was ten miles away from Beijing, and the people in the city turned back.

In the endless Guanzhong, there are several neat columns of Praetorian Guards and Yulin Guards, plus a full 500,000 troops in the capital camp.

From the founding of the country to the small soldiers of a soldier, they are all displayed here, and the coffin of the first emperor is sent away.

At that time, the three armies unloaded their armor and firecrackers rang out in unison, opening the way for the soul of the Holy Emperor Taizu.

……

Half a month passed, and the reason for the death of Emperor Yuanqing finally asked a strange person to divination, identified as a deceased person, and naturally went to bed.

Even if many people, including Emperor Qiming and King Ning of Fuguo, didn't think it, but the matter was decided.

In the evening, the night will fall, and the honor team will arrive at the mausoleum.

Emperor Yuanqing had an explanation before his death, saying that after his death, all the funeral goods in the mausoleum were simple, and there was no need to waste them.

These were naturally agreed by Emperor Qiming, but now that his mother has really passed away, out of filial piety, Qin Qichuan still prepared a lot of extravagant funeral goods.

Naturally, the deceased's will is large, and the number and specifications of the funeral goods are much less than normal, but it is enough to discourage a small country.

The coffin of the first emperor entered the mausoleum, and it was handled by its own Praetorian Guards and craftsmen.

Qin Yuanxi was in front of the mausoleum and watched the coffin push into the mausoleum.

Ziyun sorted out the hundreds of letters that the princess had written before and handed them to her master.

"Grandmother, my granddaughter is not filial, so I can't go over and be by your side sooner."

"The granddaughter has written so many letters and will send them to the mausoleum, all of which are good to the grandmother to her granddaughter, I hope these letters will make the grandmother not helpless over there."

Qin Yuanxi lowered his head and twisted the dry and crumpled letter paper, he could see it strangely, and he didn't notice the surroundings.

She turned and put the letter in her hand together, "Order these letters to be sent in." ”

"The slave understands."

Ziyun entrusted a janissary guard to send the stack of letters inside, and eventually, these would be placed in the funeral goods of Emperor Yuanqing and buried in the ground together.

The final sealing of the mausoleum lasted for a month, and the royal family and others naturally did not stay for a long time, but returned to Beijing after a night's rest.

For a long time, his legs were numb, and Qin Yuanxi turned around blankly.

Under the dim sky, a crystal clear particle fell straight and down.

In the blink of an eye, there was a crisp sound on the ground, like a silk bamboo orchestra composing music, and the night was no longer quiet.

People raised their heads and looked up at the sky.

"April Frost ......"

Qin Yuanxi muttered, "Grandmother, the heavens can't bear you. ”

On his side, Qin Han also withdrew his gaze.

"Sister Huang, someone came to inform me just now that my aunt and grandmother are sick."

When Qin Yuanxi heard the news, the tip of his nose was sour, and he nodded with difficulty to indicate that he knew.