At this moment when they looked at each other, there were tears in the eyes of both of them.

Sister Crescent, I'm back.

Brother Chunsheng, you're finally back.

This is in the mourning hall, and the body of the crown prince is in front of him. The young couple who have been reunited after a long absence, have no time and it is inconvenient to speak, so they look at each other silently.

The tears that had been held back for many days welled up in Zhao Xiyan's eyes at this moment.

Xu Jing also cried with red eyes.

Xu Jing stretched out his hand and shook Zhao Xiyan's hand vigorously. Then he let go, kowtowed three times, and then three more, and cried in a hoarse voice, "Cousin, I'm back."

"Your Majesty, my nephew is back."

The sober courtiers in the mourning hall were all so excited that their faces were full of tears. Those who curled up and fell asleep also woke up to the sound of crying. Thinking in a daze, I have been crying for days, and no amount of grief can squeeze out tears.

Why did the third watch cry again in the middle of the night?

Wait a minute?

How is the figure kneeling in front of the coffin so familiar?

It's Xu Jing, the son of the King of Beihai, who is back!

It's the prince appointed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who has returned!

The Great Jin Dynasty has no crown prince emperor, and the prince of Beihai!

The ministers were excited, whether they were sincere or hard, all of them were teary-eyed, and the crying in the mourning hall was louder than the daytime.

Queen Su, who was asleep, was awakened by the cry.

Queen Su opened her eyes blankly, groped for Fu Zi's hand, and struggled to squeeze out three words: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zi quickly got up and went out, and after a while, she cried and laughed, "The prince of the North Sea is back! Mother, the son of the world is back!"

It turned out that Xu Jing rushed back.

Queen Su's eyes were hot, and tears fell. The mood that has been heavy and tense has finally slowly relaxed.

When Xu Jing came back, there was really someone in charge in the palace. Although she is a queen, she is a woman in the end, she does not understand government affairs, and she is unable to control the arrogant soldiers. In the past few days, she has been terrified, lest the Iron Guard Battalion rebel again. Now, the heart can finally fit into the chest.

Queen Su cried for a while, wiped her tears with her sleeve, got up and went to the mourning hall.

As soon as she stepped into the mourning hall, Queen Su was startled by the deafening cry. In the past few days, the courtiers have been kneeling and crying, and they have never worked so hard.

It can be seen that people's hearts are snobbish and realistic. As soon as Xu Jing returned, the courtiers had a new monarch. This is to do his best in front of Xu Jing.

Queen Su was inevitably a little sour and bitter in her heart, and her steps couldn't help but slow down.

Xu Jing heard the strange movement behind him and turned his head to look. got up immediately, Zhao Xiyan knelt for too long, and got up and came over with Xu Jing's support.

The two young couples went to Queen Su together and knelt down to salute together.

"Mother's Day mourning, take care of the phoenix." With tears in his eyes, Xu Jing said in a low voice, "My cousin is gone, my nephew must honor my mother on behalf of my cousin."

In just two sentences, Queen Su burst into tears.

At this moment, it seemed that her short-lived son also knelt beside Xu Jing and spoke softly to her.

The queen mother, I am gone, Chunsheng will be a good son on my behalf, honor the queen mother, and serve the mother the day after tomorrow.

The prince spared no effort to be good to Xu Jing, also because he had long expected such a day! He hopes that his generosity and friendship can be remembered by Xu Jing, and after his death, Xu Jing will always remember this brotherhood and honor his mother on his behalf. Look at the book

She couldn't let her son down. From this moment on, she wants to treat Xu Jing as her own and clear all obstacles on the way to the throne for him.

Queen Su trembled and stretched out her hand, helped Xu Jing and Zhao Xiyan up, held Xu Jing's hand with one hand, and held Zhao Xiyan's hand with the other.

"The funeral of the crown prince will be handed over to you." Queen Su squeezed out this sentence with all her strength, and her voice was hoarse and low. In the cries of the ministers, it seemed so weak.

Xu Jing's eyes were red, and he nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, Niangniang, everything has me."

Just these few words make people feel infinitely reassured.

Su Huang

Then he nodded, took the hands of the two to the coffin, and knelt down together to keep the spirit.

This time, Queen Su did not cry bitterly, did not bend her back, and knelt straight.

At dawn, the prince of Xihe, who had slept all night, entered the mourning hall in good spirits. When he was about to cry and show his filial piety to the ministers, Xu Jing's figure crashed into his eyes.

The prince of Xihe was shocked, and when he counted the time in his heart, he was even more shocked.

Counting from the day of the prince's death, it has only been ten days to this day. Did Xu Jing fly back to the capital after receiving the news?

Is this a funeral, or is it a hurry to come back and ascend the throne?

The prince of Xihe looked at the appearance of the ministers hugging behind Xu Jing like the stars holding the moon, and the flame of jealousy in his heart jumped out. With a relieved look on his face, he strode forward and knelt down beside Xu Jing: "You can be regarded as back."

Xu Jing turned his head and glanced at the prince of Xihe: "Yes, I'm back. I'm in charge of the funeral, and my cousin can take a break."

Prince of the West River: "......"

The pent-up dissatisfaction and indignation in the heart of the prince of Xihe suddenly jumped into his heart, and suddenly he couldn't hold it back.

He glared at each other angrily and said firmly, "Xu Jing, in terms of age, I am eight years older than you. In terms of bloodline, I am also the blood of Xuanzu. The elders and young are in order, and I think I am more qualified than you to organize the funeral for the Emperor and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

As soon as the words fell, Queen Su frowned and looked over, and squeezed out two words: "Shut up!"

Zhou Shangshu, who was kneeling behind, raised his head: "This is the mourning hall, the bones of the emperor and His Royal Highness the crown prince are not cold, and the prince of Xihe is making a loud noise, which is very disrespectful."

The prince of Dingguo also raised his head, wrinkled his brows, and said lightly: "Last night, the queen said that the funeral would be handed over to the prince of Beihai. The minister heard it with his own ears. Many people in the mourning hall also heard it. What is the dissatisfaction of the prince of the West River?"

Immediately, a courtier echoed: "The courtier has heard of it."

"The minister also heard."

The prince of Xihe was so angry that his face turned white.

These courtiers had been very respectful to him before. As soon as Xu Jing came back, all of them changed their faces. Why? What is Xu Jing better than him?

Isn't it that the prince fully supported him before his death, was younger than him, had better skills than him, had elite soldiers under his command, knew how to fight than him, married a good daughter-in-law, and gave birth to a pair of dragons and phoenixes?

In any case, as long as there is no edict, Xu Jing's descendants will have the opportunity to compete for the throne. He won't back down easily.

The prince of Xihe was not in vain in his more than two years in the capital. He has been operating in secret, scattering countless pieces of silver and attracting some courtiers. Soon, someone spoke out in support of the prince of Xihe: "The minister thinks that the prince of Xihe is reasonable, and the young and old are orderly."

"The funeral should be handled by the prince of the West River."

Those who spoke out to support the prince of Xihe Wang actually had important ministers in the court such as the left squire of the household department and the right squire of the ministry of officials.

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was tense and on the verge of eruption.