Zong Lai didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but he always respected Queen Ma as a Buddha.
And Lao Zhu thought that Queen Ma's good deeds throughout her life were very close to the Buddha, and he instantly accepted Zong Lai's words.
His anger turned into joy and he said, "Then let's wait until the rain stops."
Lao Zhu's words made all the officials present feel sad.
Monk Zong Lai also turned around and retreated, but when he sat down, he glanced at Han Du. That means: "Don't forget our agreement."
Han Du admired this old bald man from the bottom of his heart and gave him a thumbs up secretly. Even Han Du didn't expect that the old bald man could be so eloquent, and he really found a breakthrough, which made Lao Zhu's anger disappear and made Lao Zhu happy.
You must know that since the death of Queen Ma, Lao Zhu has been immersed in grief for so many days and has never shown the slightest smile.
In response to Monk Zong's reminder, Han Du immediately smiled and nodded.
As time passed little by little, seeing that the time for Queen Ma's funeral was getting closer and closer, Lao Zhu's face gradually became gloomy again.
No matter how nice what Monk Zong Lai said, in the eyes of the world, heavy rain on such a day is an ominous sign. Lao Zhu himself could accept Queen Ma's funeral on such a day, but he didn't know whether the people in the world would accept it. Once someone with ulterior motives uses this as an excuse, there's no telling how much bloodshed will result.
Just when Lao Zhu's face was extremely gloomy and the time was about to come.
Suddenly the rain stopped and the clouds dispersed, and the bright sun shone down from the cloudless sky, shrouding the entire capital in endless light.
Monk Zong Lai stood up instantly and bowed to Lao Zhu with a face full of joy: "Your Majesty, the time has come."
"Okay, okay!" Lao Zhu instantly swept away the gloom on his face and laughed heartily. Two traces of tears left the corners of Lao Zhu's eyes, and he sighed: "Sister, God has come to send you a gift. I, too, will send you a gift!"
As the etiquette officials from the Ministry of Rites sang and drank, the grand funeral procession composed of princes, nobles, and civil and military officials began to gradually depart.
The entire funeral procession exited from Dongyang Gate, then turned south and made a full circle along the imperial city from south to north, and finally exited through Dongyang Gate again and headed for the Imperial Tomb on Zhongshan Mountain.
As soon as he arrived at Dongyang Gate, Han Du saw countless people kneeling on the side of the street spontaneously. The streets just after the heavy rain were full of puddles of muddy water, but countless people were kneeling in the muddy water wearing sackcloth and mourning. The weather has turned cold in September, and the cold mud and water stimulate the people, but it is far less than the grief in the people's hearts.
Jiang Wei, who was responsible for guarding Lao Zhu, saw this and was about to step forward to drive away the people. But Lao Zhu raised his hand to stop him. Lao Zhu looked at the people crying, and the sound of mourning shook the world.
He sighed: "The Queen has loved the people like her son all her life. Now that she is gone, it is only human nature for the people to come see her off. Let them go!"
Lao Zhu held the coffin with his own hands and took Queen Ma to the Zhongshan Imperial Mausoleum step by step.
Seeing Queen Ma's coffin being carried into the imperial mausoleum bit by bit and finally disappearing inside, Lao Zhu burst into tears.
However, the imperial mausoleum did not leave the dragon-breaking stone, but left a guard of soldiers to guard it until Lao Zhu's funeral in the future, and they were buried together.
An Qing cried heartbrokenly. If Han Du hadn't been supporting her, she might not have been able to walk this long distance.
Returning to the Taoist mansion, Han Du placed An Qing on the recliner and quickly poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her.
"You've been crying all day, drink some water."
An Qing shook his head slightly and said with a choked voice: "Husband, why do you think people die?"
Han Du sighed and put down the teacup, grabbed An Qing's hand, and said: "Everyone will die since ancient times. This is the case for my mother, the same for me, and the same for you!"
An Qing naturally understands this truth. She just doesn't want to face the mother who has loved and cared for her since childhood and left her forever.
An Qing looked at Han Du and asked crazily: "What should I do if you leave me one day?"
Han Du stared blankly at An Qing's serious eyes and said with a smile: "If such a day really comes, I hope you can live happily."
"How can I survive when you are gone?" An Qing couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied.
Han Du said calmly: "You and I both came to this world and got together because of fate. But one day this fate will be separated, and you should live happily every day. After all, you are just missing one of me, and There are several children with you. If you are not happy, how can they be happy?"
An Qing pursed his lips unwillingly, "If it weren't for you, I'd probably never be happy again. Rather than that, it would be better for me to die in front of you."
Han Du leaned over and took An Qing into his arms.
An Qing snuggled into Han Du's arms, immersed in the familiar smell. Suddenly he looked up at Han Du and asked, "Husband, why are you not afraid of death at all? Have you never been afraid of death?"
Han Du lined her back and said with a chuckle: "Have you ever seen any of these thousands of people who don't have to die because they are afraid of death or not afraid of death? It is precisely because death may come at any time. , so we must cherish every day, every hour, and every moment of our lives!”
An Qing suddenly laughed and said, "My husband is right, you should cherish every moment."
Han Du also smiled and said: "You should also live happily. I think the queen hopes that you can do the same. In this way, the queen will also feel relieved that she has a soul in heaven."
Under Lao Zhu's will, the order in the capital returned to its original bustling and bustling state after a few days. It was as if the peaceful scene in the world during those few days was just an illusion in Han Du's memory.
Han Du even had the illusion that Queen Ma's shadow began to gradually disappear in his mind.
Thinking of this, Han Du took back the foot that had just stepped out of the threshold. Returning to his yard again, he took off his clothes, took out a set of white plain clothes, and put them on silently.
An Qing saw Han Du's actions and couldn't help but understand. She also changed into a white plain clothes.
Han Du can't change others, but he can miss Empress Ma's voice and appearance in his own way.
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Originally, after the funeral of Queen Ma, Lao Zhu should have allowed himself to return to Jeolla Province to take charge of the plan for the Japanese country. But for some reason, Lao Zhu seemed to have forgotten his plan for the Japanese country, and even seemed to have forgotten himself.
Han Du was also happy and relaxed. Although he stayed at home all day long, it was a rare enjoyment to be able to accompany An Qing and teach a few children.
On this day, Han Du called three children in front of him again and prepared to hand them mathematics, physics and chemistry knowledge. An Qing, on the other hand, sat aside with a smile on his face, preparing tea and cakes for everyone. Looking at the scene of a loving father and a filial son, An Qing was very satisfied. In her opinion, this is the life she dreams of. But even though she is a princess and has been married to Han Du for more than ten years, this is the first time she has experienced it.
Suddenly, Uncle Wu hurried over to report.
"Master Marquis, the Crown Prince is here."
Han Du stood up after hearing this and saw Zheng striding towards him.
An Qing also saw Zhu Biao, and he and Han Du hurriedly came forward and said, "Greetings to His Highness the Crown Prince. I am late to welcome you, so please forgive me."
"Brother Prince is here?"
Zhu Biao's expression was serious and a little anxious. He just nodded towards An Qing, which was regarded as meeting him.
An Qing immediately turned around and asked the maid to take the three children down, and An Qing also left.
In an instant, only Zhu Biao and Han Du were left here.
"Your Highness, please take a seat." Han Du extended his hand to indicate and poured Zhu Biao a cup of tea.
Han Du was very surprised why Zhu Biao came to him in such a hurry. You must know that Queen Ma's 100 days had just passed. Logically speaking, there should be nothing that could make Zhu Biao come to him so desperately.
Zhu Biao sat down with a sigh, picked up the teacup, and put it down before taking a sip. Asked: "Did you hear that?"
Han Du was stunned and asked in surprise: "What did you hear? Or, what should I hear? I have been in the mansion these days and have hardly even left the door. What happened to make His Highness so anxious? ?”
"Alas~" Zhu Biao sighed, drank the tea in one gulp, and sighed: "Can you not be anxious? This morning, the imperial censor Zhang Xianzhong impeached Song Guogong. He said that he secretly hid weapons and had the intention of treason."
"Private weapons?" Han Du's expression suddenly became serious. Although the Ming Dynasty did not ban Ming Dynasty swords, this was only when the number was small. For example, if you are a scholar, even if he does not have the strength to tie a chicken, it is still allowed for him to hang a sword on his waist all day long. Not only is it allowed, but people are not surprised by it.
At most, people who are good friends with him can only cheer him a few times and praise him for "the style of the prosperous Tang Dynasty". And those who dislike him can at most curse him secretly. No one will ever file an official complaint against the scholar, saying that he wants to rebel.
But Feng Sheng was different. If a famous general like him really had a large number of swords, he would definitely have plans to rebel.
"Is the evidence conclusive?" Han Du asked again.
Zhu Biao's words stuck in his throat, and he said in an aggrieved tone: "The imperial censor heard about the report, so where is the need for solid evidence? But according to Zhang Xianzhong's report, the person who reported the Duke of Song Dynasty was one of his relatives..."
Han Du understood immediately, no wonder Zhu Biao was so eager. You must know that in the Ming Dynasty, relatives did not have the obligation to report Feng Sheng's inappropriate behavior to the authorities, and even hiding from each other was recognized by the world.
In this era, once someone is reported by a relative, it is almost as if the matter is not self-evident.
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