In the twenty-first year of Jian'an, on August 15, the newly established prince at the beginning of the year, after sitting on the throne of the prince for eight months, died suddenly on the night of the wedding, and today is his first seven days.

At the beginning of the day, before dawn, the capital city was already full of white paper, which was the 'copper coin' for the soul of His Royal Highness the Prince.

The funeral began at the beginning of the ceremony, first in the East Palace to transfer the prince's body to the palace gate, and invited the host master of Hongfu Temple to overtake the prince's soul at the palace gate, so that he could leave the palace and not be imprisoned in the palace walls.

Because it was too early and there were many people at that time, in addition to the royal nobles and court officials watching the ceremony, even the common people could stand outside the palace wall to pray for the deceased prince.

When Zhai Xihao, the crown prince, died, it was more beautiful than the previous prince Zhai Xichen, and at the ceremony, the emperor participated in the whole process, and there were many more links, just to show the people a grand and solemn funeral!

At that time, others were already waiting for the prince at the entrance of the palace, and Youruo had just been woken up by Lu Rong.

Lu Rong thought that the prince and the young lady had forgotten the hour in the room, and after waiting for an hour, they were really afraid that they would miss the funeral and be blamed by the emperor, so they had to knock on the door outside the room.

brought in all the toiletries and breakfast, and saw that the prince had finished dressing up and was sitting at the coffee table drinking tea, and the young lady was still lying on the bed, it was really... Looking at the appearance of the prince, it seems that he still spoils the young lady and continues to sleep.

"Little Fluffy, why did you get in?" Youruo propped up half of her body and struggled to get up from the bed. The stomach is getting heavier and heavier, causing Yuruo's movement to slow down a lot.

Lu Rong walked to the edge of the bed to help Youruo's body, put on Youruo's shoes, and returned: "Miss, the funeral has been going on for an hour. ”

"Isn't that master in a hurry? What are you anxious about? If you see Zhai Xiying making tea elegantly and leisurely, with a calm look, then she will take her time.

"Miss, I won't fight with you, since I'm awake, I'll hurry up." Lu Rong helped Youruo tidy up everything and helped her to eat in front of the dining table.

The funeral must be carried out at least until dusk, during which time there must be nothing to eat, and the young lady must eat enough before going out.

By the time Youruo is all done, it's already time.

"Just now, go out, the prince's funeral procession should have passed through the gate of the palace." Zhai Xiying stood up from the coffee table and took the funeral dress that Lu Rong handed him.

The white funeral dress is another color of clothing worn by Zhai Xiying after Zhai Xiyou's wedding.

"Let's go." Zhai Xiying held Youruo's back and helped her support her body.

Lu Rong shouted behind the two: "Miss Uncle, I will prepare a table of dishes tonight and wait for you to come back." ”

"Got it!" Being exposed to the sun, you are lazy again, and with a mask on your face to shade the sun, you want to fall asleep even more.

"Lean on this king the whole time, don't be tired, squint when you are sleepy." At the funeral, they all have to stand, and they can't stand it.

Out of the gate of King Ying's mansion, Zhai Xihao's coffin had already walked a mile away, but the funeral team was only halfway there, and there was still half a section behind.

The two blended into the funeral procession, and after a while, at the foot of the green mountain, the people had to disperse, and it would not be too late for the two to follow.

The originally bustling and noisy streets, there are no stalls to sell today, and what can be heard on the street is not only the chanting of the master's scriptures in the Hongfu Temple, but also the sobbing of the people.

Looking around strangely, they shouldn't be the extras invited by the emperor to play a crying scene, right?

Is Prince Zhai Xihao familiar with them? When he died, the people wept like that. If the emperor is dead, then he must not cry until he hangs himself?

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(Markor Literature-)