On the morning of September 15, before dawn, the sound of mournful music resounded in the city of Kyoto. The earth-shattering mourning music made the entire city of Kyoto tremble. Just listening to this voice, it makes people think that this is the funeral ceremony of the prince. But everyone knows that the people who were sent away in such a big battle were not people who contributed to the country and the society, but the Yong King who failed to rebel and rebel.

King Yong is a title given by the emperor, and after all, he is the one who plotted rebellion and caused the emperor to die, so King Chen naturally did not dare to propose any additional nickname to King Yong. Yu Li, being able to keep the word "Yongwang" for burial is already the ultimate they can do. But King Yong is the eldest son of the emperor after all, and his father's intention is obviously to forgive him. Therefore, the funeral of King Yong should indeed not be shabby.

King Chen borrowed from his mother's handling of Concubine Shen's funeral - although Concubine Shen was a concubine, she was given the etiquette of a concubine. Therefore, on King Yong's side, although King Yong is only the position of the prince, he gave him the etiquette of the prince and the dignity behind him.

When the prince was buried, all the officials who went to the level of the previous dynasty were to be sent in plain clothes, and the coffin went around the city for a week to accept the people's condolences.

Hearing the earth-shattering mourning closer, Xiao Tao looked at Qin Yingyue, who was being noisy by the mourning and was turning over, her mouth moved, but she didn't dare to wake her up.

Yesterday, she had obviously already said that His Royal Highness King Yong was at the funeral today, and asked Qin Yingyue if she wanted to send it off? As a result, he was naturally scolded by Qin Yingyue.

Looking at Qin Yingyue, who was woken up by mourning at this time, but frowned and turned over with complaints, Xiao Tao couldn't understand why there were such ruthless people in the world?

Obviously, up to this moment, she is still Princess Yong, she is still the wife of King Yong, why don't she care about the death of her husband at all? To be honest, when he was in King Yong's mansion, King Yong was indeed not thin on Qin Yingyue, and he could even be called trusted and favored. Although she was calculated later, how could Qin Yingyue ever be worthy of King Yong? Isn't she also calculating the Yong King?

And even if Qin Yingyue resented King Yong because of that last calculation, now that he is dead, this is his last experience in the world, is there anything else that cannot be forgiven or let go? How could she provoke his departure and not care at all? After listening to the mourning music, I have to get up and mourn for a while.

The mourning music still resounded outside the house, and it was getting closer, closer and closer...... And then, farther and farther away......

Remembering that she had been in King Yong's mansion and had indeed lived a stable life for a while, Xiao Tao couldn't help but think of the monthly money given to her in King Yong's mansion. Listening to the mournful music, he walked to the door lightly, and turned around to look at Qin Yingyue...... I saw that Qin Yingyue didn't know when, and put the quilt on her head to alleviate this annoying sadness.

Xiao Tao shook her head and gently pushed the door out.

When he arrived in the courtyard, he knelt down in the direction of the mourning music outside the house. He kowtowed to King Yong three times and said softly: "Your Highness, go all the way......"

He knelt quietly for a long time in silence before getting up. It inevitably disturbed Qin Yingyue's good sleep, so she planned to go back to her room. But when I turned around, I was a little relieved. was worried that Qin Yingyue would see her move. So he walked gently to the door of the main house and gently pushed the door open a gap.

In between, Qin Yingyue, who was lying on her side on the bed, was still covering her head with a quilt. The quilt rose and fell steadily, and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep again.

In the Zhaode Courtyard, Rong Yunxi, who had long been woken up by mourning, lay quietly on the bed, listening to the mourning music gradually drifting away...... King Chen wore a filial piety robe early in the morning to go out to send King Yong, because she was a woman, King Yong was a big uncle, it was inconvenient for her to go out to send each other, but she was also spared.

Before, she hated King Yong very much.

If there was no Yongwang, she must have been staying with Brother Ling on the frontier at this time, and her father must have lived not far away, so that they could visit at any time. Have a few lovely children with her childhood sweetheart, Ruyi Langjun, often share the joy of family with your father, without many constraints in Kyoto City, without so many concubines in the palace of Chen, no suspicion and no suspicion, only her and the people she loves, as well as their children, relatives and friends, how comfortable and comfortable should this day be?

But now...... When I think of such a day, I feel that it would be a pity if I couldn't meet King Chen in this life and couldn't be with him day and night.

Early that morning, she entered King Chen's mansion. A glimpse of the back garden is already destined for this lifetime of obsession. It's just that at that time, she didn't know.

That morning, he picked out a red peony with the tip of his sword and flew into her hand, which just landed in her palm...... That gorgeous color gradually became a little cinnabar in her heart.

She fell in love with him and never regretted it.

So at this time, she was a little grateful to King Yong. Thanks to King Yong's unreasonable trouble, she met King Chen and let her marry King Chen.

Now, the initiator is gone, and since then, there has been no such person in the world. There is no more his stupid, flamboyant, and high-spirited smile in this world, no more his helplessness and struggle, no more his hateful ruthlessness, no more his inexplicable confused love, confused hatred, and even, soon, there will be no legends about him.

The love and hatred, honor and disgrace, and merits and demerits of a person in this life are nothing more than that...... In the end, it's just a handful of white bones in the yellow earth.

Hearing the sound of mourning getting quieter and quieter, until it disappeared, Rong Yunxi sighed softly, closed his eyes, and sent him for a moment.

King Yong's funeral procession had just left the city, but after a quarter of an hour, the city of Kyoto resounded with earth-shattering mourning. Although the sound of this mourning music is obviously different from that of sending the Yongwang in terms of tune - the mourning music of sending the Yongwang has a more thick and deep feeling, while this mourning music is more soft and mournful, and listening to some small tunes, it looks like a woman's babbling cry. Everyone knows that this mourning is made for the mother of King Yong, Concubine Shen, who has just left the city.

After Concubine Shen's coffin, there was a small mahogany coffin, and what was lying in it was Concubine Shen's personal maid Liuli. Before leaving this morning, the imperial concubine issued an order, I am afraid that Concubine Shen alone has no one to serve on the road, and there is a lot of inconvenience. A glass of poisoned wine cost Liuli's life.

There are two kinds of slaves to guard against. One is the unfaithful minions around him, and the other is the most loyal minions around the enemy. These two minions can kill you anytime, anywhere. The imperial concubine would never let herself fall into such danger, so ...... Are you not faithful? This palace will fulfill your faithfulness.

Because there are many differences between the courtesy of the noble concubine and the courtesy of the prince, the honor guard of Concubine Shen is not to go around the city, but only to go out of the gate of the North Palace, and move forward slowly. Those who went out of the city dressed in plain clothes were the high-grade palace daughters and concubines below the concubine rank picked up by the palace, and the funeral procession was also a large number, and the sound of mourning was endless.

When the first rays of sunlight shone into Kyoto Castle in the morning, Concubine Shin's funeral procession was just out of the city.

The gates of the city were opened, and the people went out to start their day's work. The shops and stalls on the streets, the doors of the doors, and the shouting of the shouts, the city of Kyoto has returned to its former liveliness. The paper money that was sprinkled all over the ground was slowly swept away by the scavengers in the city.

It seems that in the early morning of this day, there is no earth-shattering mourning, lingering sorrow, paper money sprinkled all over the sky, and plain white eyes full of blood, and there is no tragic scene of the mother and son going out of the funeral one after another.

Kyoto is still this Kyoto, and the clear autumn sunlight is sprinkled on the neat streets, roof tiles, and everyone's face...... It's business as usual.

The heavens and the earth have never changed in the slightest because of the departure of any one person. Everyone has their own story, and those that were once talked about by the people are just other people's stories after all. It's okay to talk about, but it's not okay to get by.

They came, they left, and the traces left in this world were only a few traces. Sooner or later, all these traces will be erased......

Rong Yunxi freshened up under the service of early summer and had breakfast. I took the early summer and the autumn to the Changle Workshop in the Flower Drum Alley. There is no need to disguise yourself to go to Changle Fang, everyone knows that Wang Hai is his father's old department, and now they are doing business in Kyoto City, and it is reasonable that they often have contacts. And Wang Hai is just a small soldier, there is no big power, and his father is not involved in the affairs of the court and the central government at all, who can think that they are planning anything? The more you avoid it, the more suspicious it becomes.

"Miss, you say, they are all called Wang Hai, why is Wang Hai, the little guy in our house, so flamboyant, Brother Wang Hai of Changle Fang, is so steady? It's a shame that this is exactly the same name. Zhiqiu asked in a bouncing manner. As soon as there is a chance to go out of the house to play, Zhiqiu is as happy as a child. Of course, in Rong Yunxi's eyes, she is still a child.

"There are only so many words in the world, and names are as easy, but it is impossible for people to be the same. In this world, even twin brothers and sisters cannot have exactly the same temperament. Each of us has our own personality, which is what makes us who we are. Rong Yunxi said with a smile.

Zhiqiu looked at her with a look of adoration: "Wow...... Miss, you have a point! The young lady could always say so many things that made sense, but the slave could not. Sometimes the slave and maid understand it in their hearts, but they can't say it clearly when they put it on their mouths, and when they say it, it's messed up. ”

Rong Yunxi smiled: "This is also your temperament." We only have a clear understanding of our own temperament, and if we think it is good, we must keep it with our hearts, but don't let ourselves lose it. If you feel that something is not good, you have to change it with your heart, and over time, your temperament will get better and better......"

"But because everyone's temperament is different, no matter how good your temperament is, there are people who hate you; No matter how bad your temperament is, there are people who like you. So we don't have to be recognized by others, we keep the good and the bad, just to become a more satisfying person, and have nothing to do with others. ”

Zhiqiu raised his head and listened carefully to Rong Yunxi's words, and he was almost stupid when he heard it...... At one point, I tripped on my left foot and stumbled on my right foot, and with an "oops", I almost fell myself! Fortunately, Rong Yunxi and Chu Xia were quick and caught her firmly, so that she was saved from eating soil in her mouth.

"What are you doing here? How did you practice worshipping heaven and earth on the street? Behind him, there was a slightly hoarse, but clear and cheerful voice, so good that people felt soft just by listening to it, as if every sweat pore was comfortable......

Rong Yunxi straightened Zhiqiu, turned around and said with a smile: "Didn't you see that Zhiqiu was about to fall?" ”