The eyes of the people present have undergone earth-shaking changes.
There is anger and contempt.
The Kyoto disciples caught in the crowd even began to spare no effort to poke Qin Feng's spine.
"Did you see it? This guy's fox tail is finally exposed!"
"Riding through the streets, you Qin Feng, relying on your military exploits in the north, ignores the laws of Kyoto, and is so high-profile, huh, you are really ambitious!"
"Is it possible that this guy doesn't even pay attention to the saints?"
"Qin Feng, get off your horse. Unless there is an emergency military situation or a royal trip, you are not allowed to ride through the streets. Even the current Taibao must abide by this. Who do you think you are?!"
"Where's the City Patrol Department? Arrest Qin Feng quickly!"
The grievances between the children in the capital and Qin Feng were frozen three feet in a day, so naturally they would not miss the opportunity to rectify Qin Feng.
Under the ulterior motives of the Beijing disciples, they spared no effort to tease him.
More and more people have joined the ranks of blaming Qin Feng.
Qin Feng, who should have returned triumphantly with flowers blooming, turned into a mouse crossing the street.
As the scene became increasingly chaotic, the carriage carrying the coffin slowly passed through the city gate and appeared in everyone's sight.
Seeing the coffin, the noisy streets suddenly became quiet.
It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized that Qin Feng's return to Beijing was not to receive a reward, but to escort the heroic spirit!
The reaction of the people was clearly visible to Qin Feng.
Obviously, under the strict defense of Emperor Liang, the people had no idea that Li Lang had died in the battle.
Qin Feng, who was already resentful, couldn't help but tighten his grip on the reins, and his eyes became even sharper.
Qin Feng glanced out of the corner of his eye, and Ning Hu understood, and his energetic voice immediately spread throughout the street.
"When the prince dies, the coffin returns to the capital and returns to the royal ancestral hall. Anyone who is idle retreats and disturbs the prince's rest, the Dharma will be rectified on the spot!"
The people at the scene stepped back one after another, but their eyes were full of doubts.
Even the troublemaking disciples had the good sense to keep their mouths shut.
For a moment, all eyes were focused on the gilded coffin.
Until I saw the spiritual tablet at the head of the coffin and the large gilded characters on it: "The spiritual tablet of Li Lang, the son of Prince Ming".
Only then did everyone vaguely realize what had happened.
Several disciples began to discuss in low voices.
"Li Lang is dead? I didn't hear about it!"
"It will take at least more than half a month for such a large group of people to return to Beijing from the north. During this time, the saint should have issued an obituary."
"The Crown Prince Li Lang? How do I remember that Li Lang was just a man from Fuyun County? When did he become the Crown Prince?"
"You don't understand this? In terms of blood, Li Lang is of course the heir apparent. As for why he was made a baron, we can't discuss it."
Qin Feng ignored the strange looks around him and led his troops towards the direction of the royal ancestral hall.
After walking not far, a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites blocked the way.
The leader is Zhao Huan, a member of the Ministry of Rites.
Zhao Huan stood in the middle of the road and saluted the convoy.
"Qin Qianhu has made great contributions to the country. Now he has returned to Beijing in triumph, and officials from the Ministry of Rites came specially to welcome him."
"Li Lang, a man from Fuyun County, died for his country. The saint was heartbroken and ordered us to take Li Lang's coffin to Taipingmen for burial."
Taipingmen is the boundary of Kyoto, second only to the imperial tombs as a geomantic treasure.
All those who had made great contributions to the Liang Dynasty and had no intention of returning to their roots were buried at Taipingmen.
Regarding the arrangements of the Ministry of Rites, Qin Feng's eyes were cold and he looked down upon the officials of the Ministry of Rites.
His eyes, which had been honed on the battlefield, actually made all the officials of the Ministry of Etiquette shudder.
"Although Li Lang is a Viscount, the blood shed on his body belongs to the Li family. Isn't it inappropriate to be buried at Taipingmen?"
"Since the founding of Daliang, no royal family has been buried outside the imperial mausoleum. Why, is the Ministry of Rites planning to set a precedent?"
Facing Qin Feng's cold questioning, the people around him didn't dare to express their anger.
A thin line of sweat broke out on the forehead of the official of the Ministry of Rites.
Zhao Huan quickly explained: "Li Lang is a man from Fuyun County, how can he be buried in the imperial mausoleum?"
Qin Feng's eyes sharpened: "You mean, Li Lang is not a member of the royal family?"
Zhao Huan wiped his cold sweat and gritted his teeth: "I didn't say that..."
Before Zhao Huan could defend himself, Qin Feng interrupted bluntly: "Then get out of here!"
This angry shout instantly overwhelmed Zhao Huan's psychological defense.
In terms of status, he is a small official in the Ministry of Etiquette, but he is definitely not comparable to Qin Feng.
Especially when he felt the murderous aura emanating from Qin Feng.
Zhao Huan couldn't help but feel chills on his back.
However, it was the saint's intention to move Li Lang to Taipingmen. Zhao Huan was caught in the middle and couldn't help but be in a dilemma.
Seeing that Zhao Huan refused to give way, Qin Feng didn't care. With a wave of his hand, the convoy continued to move forward.
Looking at the oncoming motorcade, Zhao Huan's heart was already in his throat.
"Qin... Qin Feng, I am an official of the imperial court. If you see blood on the street, your achievements in this life will be wiped out in an instant."
"Do you really want to give up the opportunity to go down in history?"
Qin Feng's horse speed continued unabated, his eyes showing endless contempt and disdain.
go down in history?
Li Lang couldn't even hope to return to the ancestral hall. What qualifications did he have to be remembered in the history of Emperor Liang?
If he can't even fulfill his brother's last wish, what's the difference between Qin Feng and Emperor Liang?
Facing Zhao Huan, who was using his arms like a car, Qin Feng directly hit him with his horse.
At the last moment, Zhao Huan rushed aside in a hurry to avoid being trampled to death by the horse.
The scene was deathly silent.
No one believed that Qin Feng actually dared to commit murder on the street, and the other party was an official of the imperial court!
Zhao Huan got up in disgrace, hurriedly hid on the side of the road, and shouted at Qin Feng who was walking away.
"Qin Feng, you are so brave!"
"I will enter the palace now to file a complaint against you!"
Qin Feng seemed not to hear and didn't look back.
Half an hour later, the large group of people arrived at the palace gate.
The forbidden troops, who had been waiting for a long time, directly surrounded Qin Feng, and pointed their bright sharp blades at Qin Feng from all directions.
Cheng Meng, the deputy commander of the Forbidden Army, shouted angrily: "Qin Feng! You are approaching the Forbidden Palace with a large group of troops and weapons. Do you want to rebel?"
Qin Feng raised his hand, the convoy slowly stopped, and everyone got off their horses.
"Commander Cheng, I am sending the prince back to the ancestral hall. Please inform the saint."
Cheng Meng's eyes were cold and stern: "The saint has issued an edict to bury Li Lang's coffin in the Taiping Gate."
"Qin Qianhu, do you want to disobey the Holy Order, or do you plan to use Li Lang as an excuse to force the palace?!"
The royal ancestral hall is located in the palace. Li Lang's memorial tablet needs to be sent to the ancestral hall first, and then the coffin must be transported to the imperial mausoleum.
Breaking into the forbidden palace is tantamount to rebellion.
Although Qin Feng was full of resentment, he had not lost his mind yet.
"Please ask Commander Cheng to report to the saint and issue a new edict to send Li Lang's spiritual throne to the ancestral hall."
Cheng Meng narrowed his eyes slightly, there was no room for negotiation.
"You are not joking, are you just going to change it? I advise you to obey your orders, so as not to harm the nine clans!"
