Chapter 389: Sending the coffin at midnight

Sima Yue is suspicious and quite indecisive, otherwise he would not be the last to rise after the rebellion of many princes. But it is precisely because he dragged it to the end that he has today's scenery. However, he also faced many problems, and he had a headache with internal and external troubles.

Before, Yang Xianrong guessed why he didn't become the emperor, but wanted to give up the throne to a prince who had no achievements and reputation, but he just wanted to be the person behind the scenes, and after looting a lot of gold and silver treasures, he stayed away from the court.

All of this is because Sima Yue is greedy for money.

Now, giving him the "Book of the Emperor" is even more effective than the jade seal of the country. What's more, she just wants Ji Feiyan's life. A woman, for such a man, is not something that cannot be parted with.

"I'll think about it again." Sima Yue obviously hesitated, "You know, Ji Feiyan is to me...... Very important. ”

"yes, she's stupid and ambitious. Sooner or later, it will also be a scourge. Yang Xianrong did not hide his dislike for Ji Feiyan at all, "I don't want you to go around the bend, the Book of the Emperor is something like this, just exchange her life, there are no exceptions." ”

"Okay." Sima Yue nodded, but still hesitated, and asked, "Are you really willing...... Martyrdom? ”

"Why not?" Yang Xianrong laughed again, "For me, this is a relief. ”

"But you're a phoenix......

"So what?"

"Okay." Sima Yue stood up, "There's nothing else to do, right?" I still want to talk to Liu Yuan about things. ”

"It's all right." Yang Xianrong was still sitting there, looking at Sima Yue, suddenly his face was sad, and he said with a slight cry in his voice: "The place where you sat just now is where the emperor ate with me before he died." The two of you are always related by blood, and you look a little similar, which is really unsettling...... I'm going to recite the sutra too. ”

This sentence frightened Sima Yue's face white, he jumped three feet away from this seat, looked at Yang Xianrong with angry eyes, and almost clenched his fists. "Sheep sacrifice!"

"Lord Wang, it's hard work." Yang Xianrong didn't look at him at all, turned around and walked out of Tianyuan Palace, and went to the coffin of Sima Zhen in Xianyang Palace, and listened carefully to the chanting and music of those monks and Taoists.

Cigarette smoke and whimpering.

Those who have their own thoughts have long since gone completely, and all that is left is the women of Sima Zhen's former harem. These women have already passed through Shaohua, and many of them are full of gray hair and aging faces. They have nowhere to go, and their final destination is to be buried for the dead emperor?

Perhaps, they resigned themselves to their fate?

Yang Xianrong didn't say a word, and after burning a few gold ingots, he sat down in the spirit shed again, closed his eyes, and looked extremely tired.

For the next nine days, Yang Xianrong just sat in the spirit shed silently, and only returned to Tianyuan Palace to sleep at night, and it seemed that he had accepted his fate. But the other concubines became more and more flustered, and a few of them even shirked that they were not in good health and would not come to the incense.

Sima Chi had already begun to listen to the government, but he was only listening, and he didn't even speak.

Everything seems to be back on track, but everyone in the market is whispering about Sima Yue wearing a dragon robe, combined with the previous rumors about him poisoning Sima Zhen, they all faintly feel that there is still something big about happening.

But Sima Yue was also very calm, although he still occupied an office in the Luoyang Imperial Palace, he did not have any new instructions. He said that everything had to be done, and the emperor would make plans after he was put into the ground.

Therefore, everyone was waiting for the day when Sima Zhen was buried.

Time seems to pass slowly, but it also flies.

And it came to pass on the tenth day, when it was subsequently dark.

The civil and military officials and their families have already knelt at the gate of the palace, waiting for Sima Xin's coffin to be lifted and buried in the imperial mausoleum.

Luoyang City was already full of soldiers to maintain order, and Mao Hongbin took Qin Chaoge to be busy, and he couldn't be idle for a moment. The two men all had big dark circles under their eyes, and they tried to staring at the coffin being carried out of the palace, slowly out of the city, and heading in the direction of the Sun Mausoleum.

White clothes, white lights, and white paper money are scattered all over the sky.

The funeral procession was quiet, so quiet that only the sound of the hooves of the wheels and horses could be heard, and there was not even the sound of crying.

The people of Luoyang naturally closed their doors and peeked at all this through the cracks in the door.

The carriage of the new emperor Sima Chi followed closely behind the coffin carriage, and the phoenix chariot of the sheep followed behind him. She was plain and plain, and there was only a pair of white jade earrings with gold and jade in her ears. She sat in a slow-moving carriage, holding the yellow silk silk that Sima Zhen had left her. There are no tears, perhaps they have already dried up. Her eyes were so bright that they had a dazzling brilliance in the darkness of the night.

Cui Xi and Lan Xiang also sat in the carriage, and Yuan Jianshuo and He Jiunian drove. The two men were released, and they looked like they had suffered a bit, and they all had injuries on their bodies and faces.

Two months have passed since Sima Xin's death, and everyone has gradually calmed down. The remnants of the forbidden army, less than sixty people, marched silently around the carriage with mournful faces on their faces.

Zhang Du's legs are crippled, and the flesh is only healed in two months, but the bones are completely broken. Imperial Physician Qin kept shaking his head, saying that he was powerless. This matter was also reported to Sima Yue, after all, this Zhang Du was the personal chief manager of the emperors of the two dynasties, and if he couldn't continue to do things, he would have to say something.

Sima Yue said that he knew and didn't care too much.

Zhang Du didn't say anything, just lay there looking at the ceiling in a daze.

Later, Yang Xianrong asked Zhang Lianghoe to take Zhang Du to Tianyuan Palace to recuperate, and he had to go to see him every day and talk to him, interesting things about Sima Xin's childhood, and those past events in the palace.

Zhang Duqiang breathed a sigh of relief, saying that when the sheep was sacrificed and buried, he must also take him.

Yang Xianrong agreed, and made a new dress for him to wear.

Now, the carriage he was riding in followed Yang Xianrong, and Zhang Lianghoe was watching over him inside.

I don't know if it's because I've taken care of him too well these days, Zhang Du has gained a lot of weight, and if he doesn't look at his face, he is somewhat similar to Sima Zhen's figure. Luckily, he could only sit, and not many people could see him.

The funeral procession was always on the march and never stopped.

They had to send the coffin to the Sun Mausoleum for burial before noon, but they had to go very fast. By the time dawn came, there were already many people who couldn't keep up, especially those female dependents who were physically exhausted and kneeling on both sides of the road, looking very embarrassed.

This was also expected, and Sima Yue arranged a lot of ox carts and carriages, and placed these people on the carriages to continue walking.

Some people began to complain, and whispered why such a big battle for such a fool?

Before the words fell, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed the dark sky, and in an instant, a violent explosion sounded, causing everyone to be shocked and tremble.

They have already reached the time of the sun, and it stands to reason that even if the sky is dark, there will be a misty light at this time. But at this moment, it is still dark.

When entering the realm of the Sun Mausoleum, lightning and thunder erupted, and heavy rain poured down.

After another lightning explosion, it actually split a century-old tree at the entrance of the Sun Mausoleum, and a raging fire burned into flames.