Although Zhaorong was unable to see her mother, her body was escorted back to the palace by Haosheng.

When Jiang Huaiyang first heard the news, his eyebrows jumped, and he was silent for a long time before he said, "According to the etiquette of the eldest princess, she will be buried in the imperial mausoleum." ”

This is to give her the last decent share.

He had expected this outcome.

So, white silk was erected in the majestic imperial city, and the new emperor took a break. On the road, white people come and go, all of them are clean and in a hurry.

When the letter reached Chang'an Palace, Ruan Yuyi was doing needles, and when she pricked the needle, blood beads appeared on her fingertips.

Her mind suddenly echoed the two proverbs of Ruokong to Zhaorong in the Shenghe Temple last year:

This son cannot be kept, for fear that it will bring disaster to the mother in the future.

That's good.

Mu Xiang nervously took the handkerchief and plaster. Silently dealt with it, carefully raised his eyes and glanced at her, "Eldest princess, she-"

She shook her head slightly, "The fact that Zhaorong is pregnant and will anger the Khitans is actually needless to say. She was also unlucky, but she happened to start on the road. ”

It was possible to come back, if it had been given birth later, or if it had not been physically present.

Nguyen Ngoc Yi didn't have much realism about Zhao Rong's death. After all, I saw it not long ago, and in my impression, her crying and laughing are all so vivid.

She couldn't match Zhaorong to that word.

At this time, someone from the palace came to invite, and the Tao was to go to Zhaorong Ling to mourn one or two. Ruan Yuyi took off the pearl and went in plain clothes. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered the bracelet that Cheng Zhu gave to Zhaorong, and called Mu Xiang to get it.

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The coffin, which was painted smooth and shiny, stopped in the hall, and the white silk fluttered in the wind, swaying and half-hiding the situation inside.

The palace people and concubines in the hall stood in a dark place, but they didn't hear a cough or a cry, and they were a little quiet.

As she stepped inside, the envoy was about to hammer in the first spike. She raised her voice slightly, "Stop." Put this on for the princess. "Zhaorong lost the bracelet in the palace, and after finding it, he must have been thinking about it.

The cyan shark veil unfolded, revealing the jade bracelet inside. The bracelet was mended with gold in the broken place, and the jade quality was not very good, and some flocculent could still be seen.

The palace people were stunned, and stepped forward to take it with both hands.

The coffin was very high, and with Ruan Yuyi's position, it was impossible to see the people inside. The palace man took out a small arm with a delicate fit, grabbed the fingers of the owner of the small arm, and put the bracelet in.

Knock Knock –

Knock Knock Knock –

The sound of the nails being struck was the only movement in the hall. Zhaorong was born noble, but she was lonely in her dealings, and she didn't see any close friends, and she was angry on weekdays, so she was inevitably angry with them, so no one really cried for her at this time.

Those who are attentive are just forced to squeeze out a few tears to make a show.

Red face and white bones, pink skull.

The words that Zhaorong had said in his mouth that were used to bluff her, but now, he has become one of the bones under the Lin Palace of the Immortal Palace.

Thinking like this, Ruan Yuyi was originally without tears, but a sense of impermanence in the world grabbed her fiercely. The tip of her nose was sore, and tears flowed from her eyes. In the eyes of others, she is affectionate and soft-hearted, but as everyone knows, she is crying about the woman who died in the battle in the past dynasties.

When is it a head?

Since the tears came, she simply did it more seriously and took a handkerchief to wipe it. Her eyes were red, her lips were pale, and her shaky appearance was very pitiful.

The silence of the hall was broken by the cry of a baby, accompanied by panicked footsteps and the woman's soft sobs.

The person who came was the white lotus.

She hugged Xiao Langjun, who was not taken care of for the time being, and cried for her Royal Highness, and no one in the palace stopped her. She handed the child in her arms to the coffin, and her voice was crying, "Your Highness, look at ......"

Before she could say a word, she was so choked up that she couldn't speak.

The child closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide and cried, but when he saw that no one paid attention, he gradually died down. opened his eyes that were still incomplete, stared at one place, and settled down.

Ruan Yuyi saw him tilt his head, as if looking at his side, so she waved her hand to tease him.

The child may have seen something moving close in front of him, and he was curious for a moment, and he reached out to grab it. Because Bai He was still standing some distance from her, the child couldn't touch her, so he could only dance with his hands.

At this time, the eunuch's singing voice came from outside, "The Queen Mother is to-"

The Queen Mother hurriedly came in, and she didn't care about the people who saluted, threw herself on the cold coffin, picked up the gap between the coffin lids a few times, and turned her face and scolded, "A group of subordinates, who allowed you to nail it?" ”

The palace people kept their voices out of their voices, and they didn't dare to answer, they all looked at their noses and noses, and they hated to be gone.

She bent her back slightly, and slammed her cane to the ground, "It must be fake!"

"Okay, it's just that they have come to bully the mourning family and have no children under their knees, but now they dare to use this matter to coax the mourning family!

"Don't you even want your head?"

The new emperor was not present, except for the Queen Mother, it was Ruan Yuyi who could speak the most.

She ordered everyone who had been maintaining a saluting posture to get up, and said to the Queen Mother, "Niangniang's Day condolences." The voice was calm.

This "festival mourning", as if there was some kind of witchcraft, the queen mother immediately extinguished her arrogance, and something bright appeared in her cloudy eyes.

She threw her cane aside, and the man lay down on the coffin, crying in a hoarse voice.

People will always be white-headed, and this is unavoidable regardless of whether they are rich or poor. The Queen Mother seemed to be shorter than the last time, with silver threads on her head, and she was lying on the coffin, shaking her shoulders, like an ordinary old woman.

She is only Zhaorong's mother at this time, and the daughter she has doted on for most of her life is gone. She couldn't believe it, her heart ached.

The new grandmother who was accompanying her was afraid that the queen mother would cry badly, so she pulled and persuaded her.

Ruan Yuyi watched for a while, and motioned for the grandmother to prepare a warm cup of tea. The grandmother was busy.

The Queen Mother cried for a long time before she eased up. She took the tea handed by her grandmother, used it for half an hour, and handed it to the side. She looked around, as if looking for someone.

Her eyes froze, and she looked directly at the child in Bai He's hand, "He is...... That kid? ”

Bai He saw her appearance, and was afraid that she would not be able to think clearly for a while, and transfer her hatred to this child, so she subconsciously retreated, and replied, "Hui Niangniang, exactly." ”

The Queen Mother saw it in her eyes, didn't bother with her, and stepped forward to reach out to take the child.

Bai He hesitated, but still let go of his hand.

This child is also well-behaved, nested in the crook of the queen mother's arm, comfortable and undriven.

"Your Majesty has given me a name?"

"No, I didn't."

The Queen Mother thought for a moment and said, "The mourning family will be the master, and for the time being, I will call for a blessing." ”

(End of chapter)