It was already halfway through the hour when he left from the concubine's place, and the wind outside the house was biting, and the people who were blowing were shivering. But even at this hour, the palace is in chaos.

The succession of the new emperor and the funeral of the first emperor will not be easy.

Ye Yufu's mind was chaotic, there were so many things that had happened in the past two days, so much that she couldn't digest them. But at this juncture, another big news came from the Fengyi Palace.

Wang Jiao'e, the queen of the king, committed suicide by hanging herself from a beam in her palace at one moment tonight. Only a few words remained.

"This palace will accompany the first emperor and the third prince."

All of a sudden, the already chaotic palace was even more noisy. The death of the queen was too sudden, coupled with the various behaviors on the main hall during the day today, which made people wonder.

But the restlessness only lasted for an hour, because Ye Yugui quickly ordered the funeral of the queen and the first emperor to be held together and buried together.

Li Hai knelt on the ground and looked at Ye Yugui, who was sitting on the dragon chair with a gloomy face. It took a while to open his mouth.

"Lord...... The emperor, the queen's affairs. ”

Ye Yugui clenched the armrests on both sides of the dragon chair with both hands, and the dragon chair that he had been thinking about for a long time was only cold when he sat on it now. Hard and uncomfortable.

"Wang Yue doesn't have to stay. Let him be buried with him. You go down too, I want to be alone for a while. ”

Li Hai wanted to say something, but Ye Yugui had already waved his hand at him, and his face was impatient, so he had to swallow back the words in his throat. He stood up and slowly retreated.

At this moment, the empty hall was quiet, and a few candles flashed with a small warm yellow flame, illuminating the hall with a little more heat. Ye Yugui sat alone on the dragon chair, his back straight, and his eyes narrowed slightly. The bright yellow brocade dragon robe fit him very well.

When he was locked up in the Hangui Hall many years ago, he even felt that even coming out was a luxury, and he must not have imagined that one day even the entire victory would be his.

The hall at night resounded with Ye Yugui's almost crazy laughter, but this laughter seemed to be mixed with sadness when you listened carefully, and the echo was difficult to get rid of for a long time.

As soon as it was dawn on the second day, Ye Duanli's funeral began.

Today is a rare good weather, and the sun that has not been seen for a long time is also shining warm daylight. So that the people in the royal family who are outdoors will not be too uncomfortable.

Ye Yufu and a group of princes and princesses stood in the line of condolences for Ye Duanli. She looked at the Nanmu coffin in front of her, which was covered with a hundred cloths, and couldn't help but feel sad. The sound of the mage's chanting ringed in his ears was ringing. The tears that I couldn't shed yesterday finally came out of my eyes at this moment.

Xu is Ye Yufu raised his head, and the surrounding princes, princesses, concubines and ministers all cried. The voice was big and small, false and real. An atmosphere of sadness suddenly enveloped the entire palace.

No one knows, at this time, how many people are really sad and how many people are snickering in their hearts.

Ye Yufu didn't calm down a little until her eyes were red and swollen from crying.

Even if it is the true dragon son of heaven, the king of a country will not escape death in the end, the strongest thing in this world is people, but the most vulnerable is still people.

Ye Yufu didn't even have time to say a few more words to Ye Duanli, and the news of his death was already ushered in. For a moment, the feeling of shame almost overflowed.

How could she have such the greatest father in the world. Although Ye Duanli is a majestic emperor in the eyes of the world, he is a symbol of identity and power. It is a sacrosanct nobleman.

But in her eyes, this king, who is not good-tempered, is just an ordinary father who desperately longs for family affection and warmth in his heart.

Although he is difficult to chase in the court, he is extremely clumsy when facing his relatives. He will only express his sincerity with various rewards.

The longer Ye Yufu gets along with him, the more she can understand his words and deeds. Those who have been in high positions for a long time must be in high places.

Until Ye Duanli was dying, Ye Yufu did not do what a daughter should do, and failed to send him to the end. If it weren't for the various entanglements with Ye Yugui, would she still be able to see Ye Duan for the last time.

So far, Ye Yufu has a lot of regrets, and these things are all related to Ye Yugui without exception. She gains some and loses more.

Looking from afar, Ye Yugui, who was standing not far away, also looked a little tired, staring at the front with a pale face and motionless, not knowing what he was thinking. Maybe it's sadness, maybe it's seeing yourself later.

Ye Yufu looked at him, as if he was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. She even has a lot of entanglements with Ye Yugui. This is just the beginning. When it ends, either she dies or he dies.

The kings of all dynasties would choose a good tomb for themselves before their deaths. Ye Duanli didn't like to be too extravagant and wasteful before his death, so he didn't waste money to build another tomb. just chose to be buried in the imperial mausoleum in Hexi with the previous generations of victorious kings.

After a long and tedious ritual and mourning, the auspicious time finally arrived. Seventy-two people lifted the heavy golden silk nanmu coffin through the east door of the palace, and carried Wang Jiao'e's coffin behind.

The entire funeral procession was several miles long, and the tail was barely visible from the head. The journey to Hexi is long, and the team that can accompany it is fixed. And women like Ye Yufu can only be sent to the palace gate.

The crying that had just subsided sounded again as the funeral procession gradually left. Ye Yufu leaned against the wall, looking at the coffin that was getting farther and farther away. The heart throbs. From now on, she had no one to rely on. This palace is no longer the same palace it used to be.

It had been a long time since the funeral procession had all left. Many women with slightly delicate physiques are a little vain due to the cold weather and the crying for several hours in a row.

The hospital was crowded with people for a while, and the people who received the medicine were talking endlessly. Xue'er saw that Ye Yufu's face was flushed and her body was unstable, and she wanted to go to the Tai Hospital to get a few medicines and come back, but she was immediately stopped by Ye Yufu.

"You've just come back, don't go out. It's getting dark, get some rest. You don't have to wait at night. Ye Yufu covered her mouth and coughed twice, then pulled out a weak smile and patted Xue'er on the shoulder.

"Princess, slaves are not tired. The princess was already weak and sick, and she stood outside for a day in the cold, and if she didn't drink some decoction, the old illness would definitely recur. ”

Ye Yufu frowned and sighed mournfully.

"I know you care about me, but there are a lot of people in this palace who are sick today, and now it's the next year, and the medicine in the hospital can be saved. My own body knows it in my own heart. ”

Xue'er looked at Ye Yufu sadly, the princess in the past was not like this, but now she rarely even sees a smile on Ye Yufu's face.

She is not as careful as Yan'er, and there are inevitably inconsiderate things to take care of. But the princess didn't mind at all, and treated her like a master and servant at all. She was suddenly taken away before, but she was soon released again, and I thought that the princess must have begged someone.

The matter between the princess and the seventh prince, she has been skeptical from the beginning to the firmness now. During this period, the princess must have experienced a lot.

"Princess, I'm ...... I'm not as smart and capable as Sister Yan'er, but if you are depressed in your heart, you can talk to the slave maid, and the slave and maid will definitely not talk about it. ”

Speaking of Yan'er, Ye Yufu also misses it, since Yan'er went to the southern border, there is nothing else except for occasionally sending a few letters back to the palace. She later inadvertently learns that Wu Wei was injured. He also sent a letter to the effect that Yan'er would feel at ease where to take it, and not to worry about the palace. When you're going to be back, let her know.

She looked at Xue'er's slightly baby-fat face, and another thought arose in her heart, she wanted to find an opportunity to send Xue'er out of the palace, and she was afraid that she would not be able to live in peace in this palace.

She couldn't leave too much weakness for herself, because if one day she wanted to leave the palace, she didn't want Ye Yugui to hurt the people she valued.

Ye Yufu's tone was gentle, as if she could melt ice and snow, and said slowly: "Okay, if I have something boring, I will tell you, but now I want to be alone and quiet, you should also go and rest." ”

"......" Cher hung her head and didn't answer.

"If you're really worried, go and make me a bowl of ginger soup, and send me into the room later."

Hearing Ye Yufu say this, Xue'er finally raised her head and hurriedly said, "Okay!" Of course! The princess went to rest first, and the ginger soup would be fine for a while. ”

Ye Yufu looked at Xue'er's figure trotting away all the way, and waited until she couldn't see it before turning around and entering the dormitory.

She didn't take off her plain white clothes, but just untied her hair in a bun, and a green silk poured down, full of exhaustion and exposed on her face. The eyes were bloodshot due to the daytime crying and wind.

Two days later, it was the winter solstice, and the winter solstice was not only Ye Yugui's birthday, but also his enthronement ceremony.

If it is not surprising, Ye Yugui should be crowned Liu Xiaorou as the queen after returning to the throne, and his harem will gradually be enriched, as for his identity, he will only be the princess of the previous dynasty. The emperor's sister.

Ye Yugui said that he wanted to make her the queen that day, which was simply a big joke in the world. How can the princess of the previous dynasty and the current saint be so disrespectful of etiquette and shame.

When she thinks of all kinds of things in the future, she can't help but have a headache, and now that she has even given her body to Ye Yugui, I am afraid that the road ahead will become more and more difficult.

After thinking about it for a while, Cher came in with steaming ginger soup.

Ye Yufu took the porcelain bowl that was still bubbling white, blew two sips and drank it. As soon as the ginger soup entered the stomach, it seemed that the whole person warmed up a lot.

Xue'er saw that Ye Yufu drank smoothly, and her heart was also relieved.

"Rest early, princess, soon it will be the new emperor's enthronement ceremony, I'm afraid I'm still tired in the past two days."

Ye Yufu nodded, handed the empty porcelain bowl back to Xue'er, picked up the handkerchief and wiped her mouth, couldn't help yawning, and said lazily: "You can also go down and rest, it's too tired today." ”

Xue'er responded in a low voice, and just turned around to go out, but was suddenly stopped by Ye Yufu.

"Is there any ginger soup left?"

"It's cold, the slave maid boiled a big pot, and I was thinking about giving everyone in the princess's palace a point."

Ye Yufu lowered her head and pondered for a while, and finally spoke: "Send someone to put a bowl of food in the box, and put two plates of pastries on it, and then send it to Chaoyang Palace." ”

"Chaoyang Palace? The princess is going to give seven ...... Did the emperor send it? ”

"Don't ask, let's go."

Ye Yugui was dealing with Chengshan's affairs in Chaoyang Hall at this time, his brows were tightly locked, and his expression was solemn. When Ye Yufu's ginger soup arrived, the tightly knit brows finally relaxed.

The moonlight outside the hall cleared the fog and scattered on the smooth ground of the main hall, Ye Yugui loosened his sour shoulders and looked at the bright moon in the sky. But there is no peace in the heart.