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The Queen Mother is the Holy Mother, and the mother and son have a deep relationship; The queen mother died suddenly, the saint was grief-stricken, and after interrogating the palace maid, she learned that the queen mother had been taking the immortal pill that Chongxu Dao Chang had refined for her, and the saint was in a complicated mood, does the queen mother count this as her own death?

The Holy Lord handed over the remaining two Immortal Pills to the judge of the Tai Hospital, "I want to know what this thing is?" ”

"I beg Your Majesty to give Weichen some time." The court sentence was also a headache, and the queen mother didn't take the medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor, and ran to eat the things refined by the Taoist priest, and her life was lost.

"Seven days, I give you seven days." The saint's face was gloomy and authentic.

After dealing with the matter of the pill, the Holy Lord ordered to increase his efforts to capture the demon Dao of Chongxu.

The Queen Mother's Prayer is a national funeral, and the entire capital is hung with Susu, and the sacrificial texts from all over the country are also sent to the capital one after another. The holy decree: "Thirty-six days of ceasing, the capital of the three grades or more of the female officials into the palace to cry for the queen mother, the whole country to keep filial piety for three months, no drinking and fun, no marriage, if there is a loss of etiquette, severe punishment." ”

Yan Hagi entered the palace with the eldest princess of Chengyang and the Han family to cry spirits, wearing coarse linen clothes outside, and wearing silk underwear close to the body, holding a simple round bun, and wearing a plain silver head on the bun. When I arrived at the Changchun Palace where the spirit was placed, there was already a cry inside, and the eldest princess of Chengyang, as the queen mother's peer, did not need to cry.

The eldest princess of Chengyang offered incense to the queen mother and whispered to herself, "Imperial sister-in-law, I really didn't expect that you would go like this." "The Queen Mother was seriously ill, and her health was not very good, but half of the wall was difficult to fall, and she was so fast that she didn't expect it.

The eldest princess of Chengyang gave incense to the queen mother, and went to comfort the emperor. According to the arrangement of the chamberlain, Han and Yan Hagi knelt in their positions according to their status and rank, and threw paper money into the brazier while crying.

Everyone was sad, but the saddest one was the people from the Huaien Mansion. Huai'en Gong is not very smart, but he also knows that the Queen Mother is the sea god needle in Huai'en Mansion. Huai'en Gong did a foolish thing back then, and the saint didn't respond, but for the sake of the queen mother, plus a few cousins and nephews were also considered angry, so he didn't move the Huai'en Mansion, otherwise the saint would definitely settle an account with Huai'en Gong after the autumn or something.

"Xiaoxiao." Jiang Shi, who was kneeling next to Yan Hao, shouted in a low voice.

Yan Hagi moved a little to her side, "Cousin-in-law, what's the matter?" ”

"Where's Zhuo'er?" Jiang asked.

"Send it back to your parents' house and let your sister-in-law take care of it." Yan Hao sighed lightly, fortunately, the sister-in-law didn't need to enter the palace to cry, otherwise she really didn't know who to entrust her son to.

The crown princess looked at the golden coffin of the Queen Mother through the firelight, and there was no sadness in her eyes; The Queen Mother is gone, although she is not happy, but she is also relieved, the Queen Mother has sent six palace maids to the East Palace, although the Prince does not like it, but it is hindered by the Queen Mother's reward, he slept with two of them.

Even if the prince was very ordinary to those six people, even those two servants, he didn't give much favor, and even slept with them once, but the princess still had a thorn in her heart, and this thorn was given by the queen mother.

"Crown Princess, Crown Princess." Guo Baochan threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier in front of the crown princess.

The crown princess came back to her senses, looked at Guo Baochan, who was kneeling on the futon with a big belly, frowning slightly, "Princess Su, are you okay?" Do you want to go to the side hall to rest? "Although the deceased is the greatest, the deceased is gone, and the living have to be taken care of, especially Guo Baochan is about to be born in a month.

"I'm fine." Guo Baochan is a martial arts practitioner, and her body is stronger than that of ordinary boudoir women.

"If it's uncomfortable, just say quickly, don't hold it up." The crown princess told her that she didn't want her to suffer the pain of losing her son.

"I know." Guo Baochan smiled lightly, and quickly lowered her head, she couldn't show a smile on the mourning hall, it was a great disrespect to the Queen Mother.

Half an hour later, Princess Zhao, Princess Qi and others came to replace, Yan Hagi rubbed his kneeling legs that had become numb, and slowly walked out of the mourning hall with everyone, and there were many royal clans, officials and wives in the outer hall of the mourning hall.

To sit down in the side hall, the palace maid sent hot tea, although the brazier was burning in the hall, it was still cold and made people shiver constantly. After drinking a cup of hot tea, this body gradually warmed up.

For thirty-six days, the spirits rotated every day, and in the evening, they could leave the palace and go home in a carriage with white lanterns. In just ten days, Yan Hagi lost a lot of weight, and the elderly Princess Rong, Princess De and others were overworked and fell ill one after another.

Yan Hagi hugged Han and shouted while pinching her: "Hurry up and ask for a doctor." ”

Han Shide has taken leave to stay in the house to recuperate.

On the day of the Queen Mother's burial, the weather was exceptionally cold and raining, and some people said: "God is crying for the Queen Mother." ”

Some people also say that the queen mother is not virtuous, and God will torture the mourners.

Each has its own theory, but in fact it is just a celestial phenomenon.

Guo Baochan has reached the day of labor, so there is no need to send the spirit; Yan Hagi was not so lucky, wrapped in a coarse cotton robe, and sat tremblingly on the carriage. Usually when you go out in winter, you will burn a charcoal stove on the carriage for funerals, and you are not even allowed to hold a hand warmer, let alone a charcoal stove.

To resist the cold, you have to rely on righteousness. Fu Zhixing saw that his wife's cold lips were white, and reached out to hug the person into his arms, "Send the coffin to the imperial tomb, and you can have a good rest." "In the past thirty-six days, he hasn't slept well for a day, and he can't stand it even when he is healthy, let alone the delicate Yan Hagi. My wife is fortunate that she didn't fall ill.

Yan Hagi's head rested against his chest, "Did you catch that demon dao?" Although the saint concealed the cause of the Queen Mother's death, Yan Hagi guessed it from the clues.

"Nope." Fu Zhixing squinted slightly, this Chongxu Dao is quite evil, and after searching for so long, he didn't find him.

It is very torturous to send the spirit, walk three miles, you have to get off the carriage, kneel down, listen to the sacrifice, and wait for the ceremonial official to speak, before you can get up and get into the carriage and continue to move forward. After leaving the city, the rain stopped, but the ground was wet, there was still standing water in the low-lying places, the roads were muddy, even if there were futons, but after a few times, the cotton skirt was still wet, and the cold people shivered.

Yan Hao's legs were so cold that she was almost unconscious, and the carriage almost couldn't get up, Fu Zhixing hugged her up, there was no charcoal stove, no hand warmer, not even hot water, Fu Zhixing could only use body temperature to warm his wife.

"If you send the spirit back, you will definitely fall ill a lot of people." Yan Hagi sighed. In previous years, October was still a small spring, but this year it was so cold, it was simply not a way to live.

"I should have taken a leave of absence for you." Fu Zhixing regretted it.

"My mother has already taken leave, I want to take leave again, people should say that the people in Anguo Mansion are spoiled." Yan Hagi smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I'm wearing thick clothes, I won't get sick." ”

The carriage walked slowly for another three miles, stopped, everyone got out of the car, knelt on the side of the road, and the ceremonial officer read the sacrifice aloud.