In the furnace in front of the dragon bed, there was a crackling sound, and the warmth was hot, but after all, it couldn't escape the coldness of Liu Chen's palm. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

With a slight smile, King Canglan got up, dressed up, and immediately knelt respectfully in front of the dragon bed, kneeling three times and kowtowing.

Getting up and turning back, Liu Chen paced and took out a bundle of snow-white waist wraps from his arms......

"Your Majesty is dead!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty for feathering and ascending to the Immortal!"

"Dang!"

The evening bell rang in the corner tower, Chang'an City was still in the wind and snow, and the first snow in the winter of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse was filled with too much sadness.

In front of the Qianning Palace, the princes and nobles were divided into two rows, each describing the sorrow and kneeling in the snow, waiting for the dull sound of drums and gongs, the palace people who had already been ready cleaned the body of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, and then put it into the simple and dignified Nanmu dragon coffin neatly dressed......

The old official of the Ministry of Etiquette lit the wolf smoke in front of the Ganlu Hall with tears, curling straight to the top of the night sky, starting from Chang'an, extending to the cities of Zhongzhou, and then to Yunzhou, Cangzhou, Weizhou, Jinzhou, Qizhou, Yuezhou......

......

Youzhou, Meiling Plain, Southern Army Camp.

"Lord General Staff, look...... Wolf smoke!"

Looking at the black smoke rising from the north, Uncle Ban Ziming burst into tears in an instant, took the torch handed by the guard, and as soon as he took a step, he lit the beacon tower that had been prepared......

"Congratulations to my emperor...... Feather Ascending Immortal!"

Hundreds of thousands of people are prostrate in the spring flowers in the south......

......

Mobei, Langzhou Qianshan, Northern Army Camp.

After lighting the beacon fire, the champion Hou was almost dizzy, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers of Langyawei knelt behind Xu Kun in unison, and the howl resounded in the night sky.

The barbarian soldiers standing around Langyawei, under the leadership of Mu Donglin, the king of Lanling, each took off their felt hats, stroked their chests with their right hands, closed their eyes, and faced the direction of Chang'an City, humming a ballad of praying for eternal life with devotion in a pious voice......

......

Chongwei border, in front of Jialing Pass.

"Amitabha!" Hundreds of thousands of monks and soldiers sat around the Duke of Jin, dreaming of returning to Los Angeles, and the Sanskrit song of the Great Compassion Temple floated from Qilixiang.

The beacon fire was lit by Wu Feng, the Duke of Wei, with red eyes, holding long knives, striking the Xuanjia shield in front of them...... The powerful sound of the sound was tragic and magnificent, and the iron horse Jinge before the last beacon fire was magnificent......

......

Cangzhou, Tibetan Soldier Valley on the Sword Terrace.

"Swing the sword!" Hundreds of thousands of Sword Pavilion disciples faced the wind and snow, the long sword was unsheathed, accompanied by the low voice of the willow wind, everyone drew their swords to the sky, and the light illuminated the night in the distant sky......

"Congratulations to my emperor, feather ascending to immortal!"

......

Weizhou, Daxue Mountain Wendao Lake.

"Please knife!" In Wu Qiuyu's roar, countless long knives cut off the snow drifting in the wind, and the edge washed away the national mourning.

"Congratulations to my emperor, feather and ascend to immortal!"

......

Along the thousands of miles of vicissitudes, the people of the billions of trillions of people are all using their own ways to send the soul of the Emperor of the Apocalypse, cutting through the sky and flying straight to the heavens......

......

When there were bursts of bitter crying from the Yinyang Pass, on the towering city wall, the blood-red Terran flag slowly slipped down to the middle of the flagpole, a dazzling gray, enveloping the north of Kyushu.

"Commander, what's going on?"

In the snowfield dozens of miles north of the Yinyang Pass, a white-haired and red-eyed Protoss armor soldier noticed the movement in the pass, and after the scouts went to investigate to no avail, the snowy knight couldn't help but ask, "What are they crying about? Could it be that the west has lost the battle?"

The female knight of the Divine Kingdom, who was called the commander, raised her eyes and looked, the figure wrapped in the snow-white robe could still be vaguely distinguished, and when she turned around, the pretty face that looked like Beigong Fu suddenly bloomed with a trace of bitter smile with complex meaning......

"I heard my sister mention it a few days ago, the emperor of the human race was critically ill, and he recalled his brother-in-law to Chang'an.

"The emperor died, what to do with recalling the Canglan King who was out on the expedition?" The female knight who asked the question earlier was full of confusion, and she couldn't understand such a thing, "The battle situation on the Western Front is changing rapidly, what if after the Canglan King leaves, what if Youzhou regenerates?"

"Can we understand the human mind...... Emperor Bao Buqi was afraid that there would be a farce of the prince seizing the heir after his death...... has a brother-in-law in Chang'an, at least it can ensure a smooth transition of imperial power...... Chang'an is not chaotic, Kyushu is naturally not chaotic, and the gains and losses of just one Youzhou are really not a big deal!"

The female commander smiled very confidently, smiled and smiled, as if she suddenly thought of something, and the beautiful and beautiful face was entangled for a long time, and then she gritted her silver teeth and muttered very reluctantly, "Okay, okay, don't be stunned here, you go and build a beacon, pile it higher! Since you have encountered this matter, you can do your best casually, lest people blame us for not being polite in the future!"

"Yes!"

......

"Your Majesty, regarding the future affairs of the former emperor, all matters should be completed, and the list of personnel is here...... Please take a look!"

"Are you looking forward to the day of the spirit?" Liu Chen frowned, took the roster handed over by ******** Liu Gong with a tired face, and looked through it casually, just as it was a formality...... These things, if it weren't for the fact that the new emperor Sun You had already cried and fainted, he, the king of Canglan, would not have interfered too much.

"Back to the king's words, Qin Tianjian has already given the date just now, and on the sixteenth of this month, the emperor can be sent to Bauhinia Mountain......"

"Today is ......"

"The tenth day of the winter month!"

"Hmmm......"

......

The emperor's funeral is now the top priority, before the spirit, all the princes and nobles in Chang'an City, civil and military officials can only temporarily live in the palace in the signing room yamen to fast, all over Kyushu, since the tenth day of the winter month of the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, the officials and people below the title of the king of Canglan are not allowed to play music and drums for 100 days, and they are not allowed to slaughter living beings for 49 days, and within a month, they are not allowed to have wedding events......

"Pass the order, the Great Mercy and Grace Temple, the Nine Holy Palace...... Wait for the temples and Taoist temples in Chang'an, ringing the bell 30,000 times a day, until the emperor returns to the mausoleum!"

After receiving Ji Wanzhu's prompts, Liu Chen was able to order the funeral arrangements in an orderly manner, and the grief-looking inner palace stewards held back their tears, and after receiving the task from Liu Chen, they hurried away......

"Song Du!" After sending a group of people, Liu Chen hurriedly came to the stove in the signing room, and while stretching out his hand to help Song Zhong sort out the white wrap around his waist, he raised his head and said softly: "Later, you still have to talk to the old men of the household department, and you can't affect the military supply on the front line these days...... Especially on the second line in the northwest, it's too cold, and the winter clothes that haven't been filled out yet, so I have to send them over quickly......"

"Got it, King!" arched his hand towards Liu Chen, Song Zhong coughed violently, then moved away and walked through the crowd towards the side hall where the civil officials were camped.

"Uncle Nine!" was so busy that Liu Chen finally squeezed to Liu Zhi's side, took the tea handed by his uncle, moistened his throat a little, and said: "The one hundred and twenty-eight boys who carried the spirit to the first emperor were all given by the Zongren Mansion, and the nephew is really not familiar with them, so I asked Uncle Nine to come forward to check ......"

"Good ......" Liu Zhi bowed his head, moved a chair and motioned for Liu Chen to sit beside him and roast the fire together, "After drinking this cup of tea, Uncle Nine will go to the Zongren Mansion ......" (to be continued.) )