On the day of the spirit, it was rare for snow to fall in the imperial city, and the snow in early winter was so heavy that the scene beyond a zhang was almost blurred.

Xia Yuan put on a fox fur coat over his mourning clothes, the heavy coat showed that his body was extraordinarily thin, he stomped his feet, rubbed his hands, and let out a white breath, it was so cold.

The continuous rituals and condolences in the past few days have indeed made Xia Yuan unable to eat day and night, and there is no way to rest properly.

The bannermen walked at the front of the procession, they held the umbrella flag of the people, and took the lead out of the palace, followed by a guard of honor holding various weapons, flags, various paper ties, and all kinds of "burning". Many barmen dressed in filial piety clothes, carrying coffins followed closely behind the guard of honor, each coffin was full of funeral goods, weighing tens of thousands of catties, only by relying on hundreds of people together, it can be lifted steadily. The other two teams of barmen followed them, ready to take over their work.

The heavily armed Eight Banners soldiers bravely followed behind the coffin, always paying attention to the coffin in front of them. The expressions of the civil and military officials were all solemn, and the serious atmosphere made people dare not continue to giggle at such a time, and the sedan chairs of the emperor's relatives continued to follow behind them. In the entire funeral procession, there were also a large number of monks and Taoist priests, and even You Baiyi followed the procession with scriptures. They held law enforcement instruments in their hands, and constantly played mourning music and chanted sutras. The sound of sadness pierced through the clouds, the snow, and it fell louder and louder. In this way, the whole team added up, and it was more than ten miles long.

Xia Yuan, who was supposed to be sitting in the carriage with those imperial relatives, was not among them at the moment, but walked alone on the side of Xia Huai's coffin.

"Your Highness, you better go back to the carriage, there are still hundreds of miles to go, don't get tired." A barman on the side looked at Xia Yuan's somewhat swaying body and said with some concern.

"No need, I want to spend a little more time with my father." Xia Yuan dusted the snow off his shoulders, wrapped his fox fur coat again, and said, "Besides, if you are not walking the same, why should I not?" ”

"Your Highness, I don't like to hear it, we are rough people, we have been used to walking like this since we were children, Your Highness is a precious body, how can we withstand such a long time of tossing."

"Alright, listen to me, keep walking, leave me alone."

This highness is really stubborn.

The barman felt that he couldn't resist him, so he had to nod and no longer persuade Xia Yuan to return to the carriage.

The entire imperial city was covered in white, and every house hung up white stripes, so that it was impossible to tell whether it was the white of the snow or the white from the funeral. Everyone on the street was dressed in plain linen clothes, whether it was a restaurant or a vendor, all closed their doors, and they all stood in front of their homes, their heads bowed, silently waiting for the funeral procession to pass in front of them. The spirit woman carried a small basket full of white paper money, and she followed the sound of mourning and threw the paper money into the air, which almost merged with the snowflakes, and then was quickly knocked to the ground, covered by the thick snow.

"It's really impermanent."

"One second it's a comedy, the next it's a tragedy."

"His Royal Highness Xia Yuan is really pitiful."

"Overnight, he was the only one left."

"I heard that the eldest prince killed the emperor, also killed his own brother, and finally killed himself."

"The palace is such a forgiving place."

Seeing the funeral team out of the city gate, the sound of funeral music was far away from the ears, and the people who had hung red lanterns a few days ago and immediately changed to white stripes in the past few days finally couldn't help but talk about it.

Along the way, there will be a reed hall after each section, and the procession will rest for a while, put on a few sticks of incense, offer wine, and then continue on the road. After a few days, the funeral procession finally reached the hill where the imperial tomb was located, which was built in a place that was not particularly conspicuous, surrounded by trees, and it was impossible to tell that a mausoleum had been built in this place just from the outside.

The grave keeper has dug up the top layer of earth, revealing an earthen staircase that is out of place with its surroundings and leads to the ground.

The luxury of the palace below is not inferior to the palace, probably because Xia Huai built his mausoleum so splendidly in order to live more comfortably after his death.

Xia Yuan stood on the ground next to the steps with the grave keeper, and let the barman carefully carry the coffin down.

"This place chosen by the emperor is really a treasure of feng shui." The grave keeper had a Luoyang shovel in his hand, and had been in such a place for so long, and finally someone came by his side, especially wanting to chat with him, although he knew that it was not proper to say such things at such a time.

"yes." Xia Yuan replied a little carelessly, his eyes straight at the coffin disappearing from his sight little by little.

"He's a good emperor."

"I know."

For a while, he fell into silence again, and the grave keeper saw that Xia Yuan didn't want to continue talking, so he also closed his mouth knowingly, found a shady place, sat down against a tree, closed his eyes, and didn't care about Xia Yuan anymore.

Soon after, one by one, the barmen came up from underneath.

"Your Highness, then let's go first?" One of them, who looked like the leader, wiped his hands with the hem of his shirt and said.

Xia Yuan nodded and replied, "Well, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Your Highness." Qin Han walked out at the end of the line, "Do you want to go in and have a look?" ”

"Still can't." Xia Yuan watched Qin Han walk to his side and patted the slag that fell on his shoulder, "Go back, you have worked hard during this time." ”

"Your Highness, you shouldn't have slept well lately, have you?"

"I'm fine, let's go."

After saying that, Xia Yuan turned around and walked towards the outside of the woods, and after saying hello to the imperial relatives around him, he got into the royal carriage in the palace. Xia Yuan drove the coachman down, and then called Qin Han to drive.

Qin Han could only be forced to be Xia Yuan's temporary coachman once, what was His Highness thinking......

"Go back quickly, the enthronement ceremony should be in the next few days." Xia Yuan, who had just gotten into the carriage, couldn't help but urge, "I haven't bothered so much for so many days, and now I must have piled up a lot, and I have to quickly learn to deal with government affairs." ”

"Your Highness, you also pay a little attention to your body, what if you burn down your body not long after you ascend the throne."

"Brother Qin, don't worry about it, I'm not a child, my own body, I know it very well."

Under Xia Yuan's constant urging, the carriage was driven fast by Qin Han, and after rolling up a burst of fallen leaves in the forest, it flew away.

The journey was shortened by half by Qin and Han, and within two days, the carriage had already reached the imperial city.

For the first time, Xia Yuan sat in this position where he could only look up from the bottom before, this is an indescribable loneliness, between heaven and earth, there is only one person left for a moment.

The sun rises and sets, and all the stories are happening step by step.