(Cat flutter Chinese ) Xiao Weiyi rode out of the majestic and towering vermilion without hurrying, stopped at the place outside the palace, and stopped to look around, and the army did not dare to look directly wherever he looked.

This is the majesty of the first general of the Qi State.

But what about Xiao Wei?

Why is it that it is obviously in front of you, but you can only see the cold and calm armor, and you can't feel the warmth and vitality that belongs to Xiao Wei.

After a while, Xiao Wei retracted his gaze and turned to look back, only to see the future step-monarch walking out of the black horse in the regent sacrifice costume, followed by Emperor Jing's coffin, and accompanied by King Yongning, who had not been seen for many days.

The regent is just that, he is usually dressed in a dark and deep outfit, but the satin robe has changed to a sacrificial dress, and the jet-black hair is still meticulously tied in the black jade hair crown.

It was the King of Yongning, who changed into a dark and deep sacrificial robe, and no longer looked like an immortal in the past.

The funeral procession, led by the regent, left the palace in an orderly manner, stopped a foot behind Xiao Wei, and with a solemn face, he suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Sacrifice Tower.

At the same time, Yue exclaimed in surprise the moment he met his gaze, and then subconsciously covered his mouth.

A dark demonic seal.

Xing's face immediately sank, and he stared directly at the death without giving in.

The heavy sense of oppression accompanied by a sharp blade-like gaze pierced the sky and shot straight towards the place where the two were hiding, Xing calmly met his gaze, and the eyes of the two were staggered and confronted in the air, but they instantly disappeared into invisibility.

A palace man ran up from the back of the team quickly, silently took his gaze back, leaned down to listen to the palace man's words, but saw his face change suddenly, just raised his head and wanted to say something, but heard the solemn music sound again, and a phoenix was gradually stepping out.

Snow-white light yarn hangs on the phoenix, cascading lightly in the wind. A woman sat upright, dressed in the same plain white clothes, but her face could not be seen clearly.

Feng Yuan stopped behind the dead, but the person sitting on the chariot had no intention of getting up.

He violently beat the horse and turned around and ran back, stopped on the side of the phoenix, and stretched out his hand without scruples to open the curtain, but suddenly remembered that this was the first emperor's festival, and in addition to the civil and military officials present and the people of the whole city, it was a big disrespect to open the curtain of the queen mother so rudely.

The dead hand froze in mid-air, and before he could make a move, he saw a hand stretched out through the curtain, and there was a thin piece of paper in his hand.

He opened the letterhead stiffly, and the officials and ministers looked at each other and gradually began to discuss, and they all felt that something was wrong, but no one dared to come forward to ask.

Du frowned, and walked towards Feng Yuan, but saw that the wind was rising, and raised layers of curtains along the gap opened by the white hand.

The person sitting in the tent was not Empress Ye at all, it was clearly the late lady who followed Empress Ye.

Determined to take in the situation in the tent, he was shocked, and was about to step forward to question, but when he saw that he suddenly raised his hand and stopped in front of him.

"What are you doing?! That is clearly not ... ”

"Say no more!"

He questioned eagerly, but was interrupted by a fierce voice.

Du's face suddenly darkened, but he no longer gave him any chance to distinguish, and handed him the letter very resolutely.

"I'll talk about it after reading it."

Jue took the letterhead, silently looked at the black and white words in his hand, and did not move for a long time.

He looked at the white curtain tent that had fallen again, and the figure inside stood still and just let him look at it.

As long as the curtain is lifted, everyone can see that the person inside is not Ye Hou at all.

Ye Hou, who has been favored by the first emperor for ten years, was even absent from the first emperor's festival, and even made a big rebellion to order others to attend on his behalf.

Except for the three of them, no one knows the truth, as long as the curtain is lifted and the person sitting in it is revealed to the hundreds of officials and ministers, the people of the world, the last trace of the Ye family's dignity can be completely destroyed.

Even his good big brother, King Yongning, who really carried the expectations of Emperor Jing and the favor of Empress Ye, no longer had the shame to face the hundred officials and Li Min of Qi State.

Trying to ruin it all.

The love between Emperor Jing and Empress Ye is life and death, and the true family affection that is pampered and expected.

He never got it, but he never had a moment of true willingness.

But his hand couldn't lift a single inch at all, he couldn't control himself, he remembered that when he was a child, Emperor Jing had taught him to play chess and practice martial arts, and when he fell into the water, Empress Ye called him in a panic and held him in his arms without sleep.

Those memories that belonged to Yi Qi's death never faded, becoming the last warmth in his heart, and have always supported him through the darkest ten years.

But those memories are also the things that the emperor hates the most now, because it is the stubbornness and unwillingness to dissipate the warmth that has become the biggest weakness of Yi Qi in the past and the reason why Yi Qi is unwilling to compromise today.

The clock had already sounded, and there was no time.

In the end, he still couldn't resolutely lift the veil.

He slowly crumpled the thin piece of paper, bowed to Feng Yuan, turned around and stepped back on the horse.

"The hour has come."

The decision-making horse returned to the side of the dead and whispered, and the fist clenched tightly in his sleeve finally gradually loosened.

He finally glanced at Feng Yuan, and his eyes were deep, as if he wanted to see through the white curtain into the hearts of the people in the tent.

But after a glance, he turned sharply and stepped onto his horse, and returned to the front of the group without saying a word.

The three death knells have passed, Xiao Wei frowned and looked at the death, the scene just now was too suspicious, not to mention in front of the people of the city.

But he didn't care about the reaction of others at all, just nodded slightly, with undoubted majesty.

"Up."

Xiao Wei's expression paused, but he still didn't say anything more, just listened to an order, and the funeral procession with the Zhenbei Army as the vanguard finally slowly started to move.

Dozens of feet long funeral procession walked along the splendid street to the outside of the city in an orderly manner, dozens of monks followed the coffin slowly, the neat and solemn chanting resounded throughout the entire Yudu, and countless dark papers fluttered and scattered in the air.

This section of the journey, which was only a few hundred zhang, walked for half an hour, and seeing that the figure of the dead finally disappeared outside the city gate, Yue opened his mouth with a heavy heart.

"Do you want to keep up?"

"Don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Xing's tone was rare serious, and he looked straight at Yue, but Yue subconsciously turned his head sideways to avoid his gaze.

"I'd like to go along and see what happened, and I'll talk about the rest when I get back."

Xing was silent for a moment, but in the end he still wrapped his arms around her waist, flew down the Heavenly Sacrifice Tower, and led a horse out of the city gate in the crowd.

Coincidentally, the Imperial Mausoleum of the Yiqi Clan happened to be on a high ground in the southwest outside the Yudu City, not far from the Misty Mountain.

Backed by the Weiwu Mountain, facing the Huai River, the grass and trees in a radius of hundreds of miles are luxuriant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, except for the garrison army, there are few people all year round.

The two followed from a distance, obviously riding a horse together, but they were both silent.

However, the funeral procession of hundreds of people walked too slowly, and it was not until nearly noon, when the sun was in the sky, that the outline of the imperial tomb was finally seen.

Xing Heyue tied the horse to the outside of the imperial tomb, went around to the periphery of the imperial tomb, and finally found a tall and lush tree, and finally could barely see the movement in the garden.

But after waiting for a long time, I saw the imperial mausoleum guards walking in towards Emperor Jing's mausoleum with the funeral procession, but the Zhenbei army was guarding outside the imperial mausoleum.

Emperor Jing's coffin finally fell to the ground, in front of which was the underground palace mausoleum that had been built long ago, turned over and dismounted, the chanting stopped, and the long funeral ceremony began.

Wu Yiqi clan, inherited for a hundred years. Blessed by heaven and earth, loved by all the people, and kept the rivers and mountains stable, he did not dare to slack off. The first emperor won consecutive victories, and was called Emperor Qi Jing, and died in the thirty-second year of Yong'an. He reigned for 32 years, ruled by civil and military affairs, diligent in government and loved the people, and did not do anything to conquer, and was really a sage emperor who was difficult to find through the ages. However, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao is not spared, and it is mournful. Today, all the ministers gathered here to tell the sorrow of the living, the thoughts of the dead, and pray for the rest of the deceased.

After reading the sacrificial text in a deep voice, according to the rules, the coffin of Emperor Jing should be reopened, and the Ministry of Rites Shangshu presided over the hundred officials to pay respects to the remains of the emperor for the last time, and then be buried.

But the Ministry of Rites Shangshu just wanted to step forward, but was stopped by death.

The civil and military officials looked at each other and didn't know what was happening, but they looked straight at the decision that stood silently at the head of the hundred officials. He hung his head and was silent, unable to see his expression clearly, but felt that he was clearly standing in the crowd, but he was covered with gloom as if he was in the wilderness, and great sorrow enveloped him.

I don't know how long it took, but the inexplicable uneasiness and panic had gradually begun to ferment and spread among the crowd, and he finally took a step.

walked out of the queue of hundreds of officials, stood beside the deceased, and slowly unfolded the crumpled letterhead in his hand.

The mourning family Yiqi Ye Mu Xi, blessed by heaven, enjoyed the honor of the queen, and won the love of the first emperor, it is really the mercy of God, and there is no other hope to think about it, only to be able to spend this remnant of life hand in hand with the first emperor. However, the moon is full and the first emperor died suddenly, and I have all my thoughts burning, and I don't want to live. However, remembering that the first emperor had a decree on his deathbed, he did not dare to disobey it, so he secretly lived to this day. Now that my son is safe, the government and the opposition are clear, and he is finally worthy of the entrustment of the first emperor.

Thinking about going, yin and yang are separated, sitting and watching the candles and tears are gone, the empty shadow is pitying, and no one says anything about the ashes.

I thought about it again and again, and finally gave up the footsteps of the first emperor, and cut myself off tonight, and I am willing to sleep with the first emperor for a long time, and climb on the other side together, and there will be no separation again.

Instructed Ye to drive the queen mother on behalf of the queen mother and send the first emperor and the mourning family on their last journey.

After today, there is no more Empress Dowager Yi Qiye in the world.

Yi Qi Ye's Mu Xi is unique

The sound fell, but the edict seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it could no longer be held.

The decisive hand suddenly loosened, and the letterhead flew with the wind, fluttering lightly.

Landing negligently, a red and somewhat dull Queen Mother seal appeared on the paper.

He turned around, as if he hadn't noticed, stepped on the already crumpled edict without care, and left the imperial tomb without looking back. ... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible. Cat flutter Chinese