Ying Tiancheng, who was caged in the mist and rain, revealed the lazy posture of the rich Jiangnan, like a sleepy woman with her waist on her side.

In the distance, the Yangtze River moat in the north is vaguely traversing the earth, and the nearby Shenlie Mountain is like a screen behind the imperial city.

In the sky, a thin layer of rain and mist, blown by the breeze, fluttered, swayed, and fell to the ground.

The trees are dyed greener, and between the green bricks and tiles, they are more distinct.

In the past, Yingtian City, which was very lively, seems to have been pressed the pause button today, and the streets and alleys of the city are rarely populated.

It seems that it is like this celestial city, and it is rare to steal a lazy time.

It's just that if you look in the direction of Dongcheng.

You will find that the mansion that was still luxurious yesterday, with the entire street in front of the door, has been quietly full of plain water.

As far as the eye can see, there are pieces of funeral utensils as white as snow.

If you get closer, you can hear the wailing of the house that has been crying all night in the courtyard where the drums used to be constant.

Yesterday, the row of Kaiping Palace, which was still painted with gold, has been covered with a white cloth at this time.

In front of the door under the corridor, several servants dressed in white linen clothes, wrapped straw ropes around their waists, hung their hands and feet, and greeted them with tears and mourning on their faces.

In front of the house, from dawn in the morning, it has been blocked.

Even though Chang Mao, who was the eldest son of Chang Yunchun, King of Kaiping, did not have a title before his death, the status of the Chang family in the Ming Dynasty was not comparable to ordinary people.

The princes and ministers of the city, according to the rules and etiquette, and with the friendship of each family in the past, all came to the Chang family to worship the deceased Changmao.

This time, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang did not stop the court and personally lay the ground, as he did when he often met the spring and died.

But the crown prince Zhu Biao and the imperial grandsons Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunwen were pinching, and after most of the courtiers arrived, they also drove the carriage to the outside of the Kaiping Palace.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, it's time to Kaiping Palace."

Outside the car, the eunuch of the East Palace lifted the curtain of the car and whispered.

Zhu Biao had relatives in his face, raised his head and looked out of the car, got up, and looked at Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunwen who accompanied him on both sides.

"Go into the house to pay tribute to your father."

As he spoke, Zhu Biao stepped out of the carriage.

Chang Mao is his brother-in-law, although a few years ago, because of the military affairs, he had an argument with Feng Sheng, the Duke of Song, which annoyed Zhu Yuanzhang, and was stripped of his official position.

But Chang Mao has been supporting Zhu Biao, his brother-in-law, all these years.

Since Zhu Biao learned the news of Chang Mao's death last night, he has been depressed and depressed.

Even when he got out of the carriage and was drenched in the rain, he didn't notice it.

Following him, Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunxi, who got out of the carriage, both looked at their father's back.

When Zhu Yunwen was about to raise his hand to speak.

Zhu Yunxi had already opened the umbrella in advance and walked forward: "Father, it's raining, and your body is important." ”

As he spoke, most of the range of an oil-paper umbrella was on Zhu Biao's head, and half of Zhu Yunxi's shoulders fell in the rain.

Zhu Yunxi, who was going to do this behind him, suddenly became secretly annoyed, and glared at Zhu Yunxi's back angrily, already scolding his mother in his heart.

Zhu Yunxi's house is diligent, and it is hateful!

Ahead, Zhu Biao just hummed, glanced at Zhu Yunxi, who was half of his body in the rain with emotion, and took the two into the Kaiping Palace.

As soon as I entered the palace, the surrounding eaves and pillars were full of sorrow.

At this time, the front yard was already full of old relatives and friends of the Chang family, princes and ministers in the court.

After seeing Zhu Biao leading the two imperial grandsons to arrive, everyone looked over and looked at each other.

On the side of the main hall, the people of the Chang family have already greeted them.

Chang Mao's wife and heir, her eyes were full of red: "The concubines see His Royal Highness the Prince, and they have seen two county kings." ”

Over there, Chang Sheng, the founding prince of the country, and Chang Sen, the third son of King Kaiping, came side by side, and they also saluted people.

The funeral ceremony, no matter what status, the etiquette of the white family is to be endured.

Zhu Biao accepted the courtesy of the Chang family, and then said in a low voice: "When the eldest brother died, Gu never thought that if the sister-in-law and nephews and nieces were in the future, they would talk to Gu. ”

When Chang Mao's wife and children heard this, they couldn't help but choke and cry in a low voice.

Chang Sheng invited Zhu Biao to the sacrificial hall, and whispered: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is here in person, which is already the luck of my Chang family. ”

Zhu Biao shook his head, did not speak, and still took Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunwen into the sacrifice hall, and the father and son followed the funeral rites in accordance with the rules and made a big salute in front of Changmao's coffin.

After the family returned the salute, Zhu Biao was pulled by the Chang family to speak.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Zhu Yunxi, who was on the side with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, snorted in his heart, and walked out of the sacrificial hall side by side with him: "Why doesn't the second brother like it?" ”

He asked knowingly.

Chang Mao, who is lying inside, is Zhu Biao's eldest brother, and Zhu Yunxi's uncle.

But he has nothing to do with him Zhu Yunwen, and even the Chang family has not supported him from beginning to end.

If it weren't for the concubine saying that she would say less and do more, Zhu Yunwen would be willing to come to Chang's house.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi ask like this at this time, Zhu Yunxi didn't have a good look on his face: "Are you very happy?" ”

Zhu Yunxi, who asked rhetorically, was stunned.

But under the corridor in front, this is a group of people walking over.

Before the people approached, the loud voices of these people had already come over.

"Third Master!"

"The old minister hasn't seen the third master for a long time!"

"The old minister sees the third master!"

Zhu Yunxi looked at the voice.

I saw that Cao Zhen, Hou Cao Zhen of Jingchuan, Zhang Yi, Hou of Heqing, Zhang Wen, Hou of Huining, Chen Huan, Hou of Puding, Hu Hai of Dongchuan, Zhu Shou, Hou of Dongchuan, Bo He Rong of Dongguan, and Bo Sangjing of Huixian were already crowded together and surrounded them.

Seeing that it was these people, Zhu Yunxi immediately held his breath, and after a while, tears were already in his eyes, his face was a little red, and his expression was sad and sad.

Jingchuan Hou Cao Zhen walked in the forefront, and when he arrived in front of Zhu Yunxi, he glanced at Zhu Yunxi on the side, and then said with an unexpected expression: "It turns out that the second master is also here, and the old minister has seen the second master." ”

The few people behind him couldn't help but scold Cao Zhen in their hearts.

This guy is good in everything, but this mouth is superfluous.

Zhu Yunwen glanced at it, and didn't care much about Cao Zhen and the others' salutes.

These people are not their own basic plates, and they are all inextricably linked with Zhu Yunxi's family.

He wanted to find a place to go, but he didn't want Cao Zhen to see that Zhu Yunxi had relatives in front of him, so he had already whispered and comforted: "Third master, don't mourn, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn." ”

Than pure filial piety and righteousness?

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Zhu Yunxi beside him, facing Cao Zhen and the others, and sighed more and more: "Uncle is not a holiday, the general of the country has just passed away, whether it is personal or national conditions, as a nephew and a clan, how can I control myself ......"

Zhu Yunxi, who was on the side, listened to this, and hummed again and again in his heart, and became more and more displeased with Zhu Yunxi, the third brother.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi say this, Cao Zhen took over the words, and even stepped forward to separate Zhu Yunxi from Zhu Yunxi, hugged Zhu Yunxi and walked to the other end: "The third master is pure filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and the ministers are obvious to all!" The deceased is like Sifu, and the third master should look forward now! ”

The sound faded away.

Zhu Yunwen was left alone, standing in the cold, wind and fog.

He gritted his teeth, anger streaming from his eyes.

These people are still thinking about themselves!

Why can he, Zhu Yunxi, rely on his mother, who has a good identity but has passed away for many years, to do whatever he wants.

And I can only endure such humiliation!

The more Zhu Yunwen thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became, and with a wave of his sleeves, he brought up a mist and quietly disappeared into the mist.