It was December 8, the fifty-second year of Hongxing's reign in the Ming Dynasty.
After days of snowfall, the Jiangbei area of Yingtian Mansion finally ushered in fine weather. And this day is also a good day for Emperor Fuzong of the Ming Dynasty, who has been the emperor for more than fifty years, to leave Laoshan Palace and go to the Wolong Mountain Imperial Tomb in the northwest of Laoshan.
The long imperial street outside Laoshan Palace was already full of nobles and common people at the feet of the emperor in white. Most of them came from the north more than fifty years ago following Emperor Chongzhen and the current Ming Emperor Zhu Cixiang. Descendants of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians who moved south. There are also a small number of gray-haired old men who are still participants and witnesses of this magnificent event. When they left Beijing in panic, they were still young, but now, they are already rare old men in ancient times. In order to bid farewell to the foolish emperor who fled south with them, and also to witness the end of this great era that left the most magnificent chapter in the long history, these aging generation who have overcome difficulties are all supported by their children and grandchildren. Regardless of the severe cold in Pukou and Laoshan in winter, I arrived at both sides of Yudao Chang Street early in the morning, waiting for Emperor Chongzhen to lie comfortably in the Zi Palace, waiting to be taken by a carriage to the Wolong Mountain Imperial Mausoleum for burial... ...
The Zi Palace of Emperor Chongzhen is just an oversized coffin, which is now placed on an oversized four-wheeled carriage, pulled by 24 Pecher horses, waiting to be dragged out of Chengtian Gate.
Zhu Cixiang, Emperor Hongxing of the Ming Dynasty, was standing beside the huge Zi Palace, surrounded by a group of his younger brothers, princes, princes, grandsons and a Princess Hu Ji, just watching blankly. A lot of people next to him were also looking at him, waiting for the emperor's order to set off.
Time passed slowly, but Zhu Cixiang stood there motionless. He didn't know if it was because he couldn't bear to leave his stupid father?
I don't know how long it took before I heard Emperor Zhu sigh softly: "Mr. Yan Shenggong?"
"The old minister is here!" Yanshenggong Kong Yinzheng was quite energetic and his ears were quite sharp. When Emperor Zhu called him, he pushed through the crowd and got behind the emperor. He stood with his hands down and his shoulders down, looking like a loyal old minister. .
"Has the time come?" Zhu Cixiang asked.
"Here it is, here it is... now is the auspicious time for a funeral." Kong Yinzheng has now learned to recognize good times and auspicious times.
Zhu Cixiang nodded and said: "Then let's go... Don't let Emperor Daxing wait impatiently. He is very impatient."
Kong Yinzheng said: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the Supreme Emperor is not in a hurry on this matter."
Zhu Cixiang looked back at this white-bearded "fierce saint" who spoke very logically, and said with a wry smile: "He is actually quite anxious. I am filial and won't let him leave early!"
This is the truth... If it weren't for Zhu Cihong's filial piety, Chongzhen would have been hung on the crooked neck tree on Jingshan Mountain more than fifty years ago. It was Zhu Cixi's filial piety that moved God and forced him to retain Chongzhen for more than fifty years.
The most filial son in history is none other than Zhu Cixiang!
"What your Majesty said is absolutely true." Of course Kong Yinzheng could not disobey Zhu Cixiang's wishes. His Duke Yansheng still wanted to stay, so he immediately agreed, "I think the Emperor Daxing Taishang must be in heaven right now with Taishang." Emperor Zugao praised you for your kindness!"
Zhu Cixiang smiled: "Of course... In fact, there is no need for the Supreme Emperor to praise me. Our ancestors already knew that I am a filial son and grandson of the Ming Dynasty! The Ming Dynasty is lucky to have me, otherwise it would be unimaginable!"
"Your Majesty's words make sense!" Kong Yinzheng nodded repeatedly, obviously agreeing with what Emperor Zhu said from the bottom of his heart.
After praising himself, Zhu Cixiang nodded to his four brothers Zhu Cijiong, Zhu Cizhao, Zhu Cihuan, and Zhu Cibing, and said, "Let's go, let's see off our father together!"
Zhu Cixiang nodded, "Let's go then!" He pointed at the dozens of identical white carriages parked in the square outside Huangjimen, and said to the four brothers and the prince Zhu Hexing: "The third and fourth sons , Lao Wu, Lao Six, and Lucky Guy, let’s each pick a carriage... Let’s set off now!”
The carriages are all the same and do not carry flags. So after the carriage leaves Chengtian Gate, people outside will not know which car Zhu Cihong is in and which car Zhu Hexing is in? It is not easy at all to assassinate Emperor Zhu Da!
The road from Laoshan Palace to Wolong Mountain is not very close. It would take most of a day to get there by carriage, so if we set out now, we would have to wait until around dusk to arrive.
After arriving, Chongzhen would not be buried immediately. He would have to stay in Huangjue Temple for one night. Early tomorrow morning, he will be sent to Chongzhen into the underground palace in a glorious manner.
"Maria," Zhu Cixiang greeted his "Snow White" granddaughter again, "You and I can ride in the same car together. I still have something to say to you."
"Granddaughter obeys the decree." Maria Theresa responded and followed Emperor Zhu towards a white four-wheeled carriage.
...
Dozens of knights on white horses with white clothes and armor walked out of the Chengtian Gate and walked up Yudao Long Street. Then, while riding their horses, they shouted loudly: "The Great Emperor of Daxing is traveling to Zi Palace. Officials and civilians named Bai , welcome us as one!"
As soon as the knights in white clothes, white armor and white horses passed by, the drummers belonging to the bodyguards and the priests came out on foot, playing and playing. The music they played was not very sad, because Chongzhen died at the age of 90 and had been the emperor for more than fifty years, enjoying all the glory and wealth in the world. He was not very peaceful when he died. Here he watched Orchid singing and dancing, and there he died with a kick of his legs.
The temple name Fuzong really lives up to its name!
Therefore, no one felt sad for his passing. No one among the nobles and common people watching the excitement on both sides of the royal road shed tears, but some people shouted there: "Well done, Emperor Daxing..."
People’s shouts came to Zhu Cihong and Maria Theresa, as well as the carriage shared by Empress Wu and Concubine Wu Huang. Concubine Zheng, the mother of the rich king, died of illness two years ago, so Wu Ake was promoted one level. She became the imperial concubine, ranking under Wu Sanmei. She is now in her forties, but she is extremely well-maintained and looks to be in her mid-thirties at most, very charming. But compared with Maria Theresa, she is a little less beautiful.
"Maria," Zhu Cixi spoke slowly at this time, "Your father's letter has arrived... He has captured most of Hungary, and is planning to let Karl marry the princess of the Bathory family in order to obtain special rights. The support of the Knights of Lansylvania. Your brother Karl will become the heir to the Kingdom of Hungary."
Maria Theresa asked: "So...who will succeed the Archduke of Austria?"
"Your brother Frederick." Zhu Cihong said, "Austria and Hungary will never merge. And you..." He paused and looked at the doll-like granddaughter, "Your father hopes that you can merge with Philip, Duke of Anjou, marries and becomes Queen of Serbia.”
"With the Duke of Anjou?" Maria Theresa was stunned. "He is the third heir to the throne of the Roman Empire...How could he become the king of Serbia?"
Zhu Cixi smiled and said: "It seems that the Ottomans were really badly beaten... Not only did they lose Hungary, Bohemia, and Croatia, but even Serbia is in danger, and Wallachia and Moravia are probably also in danger. lost!"
He looked at Maria Theresa and said, "Maria, are you willing to marry the Duke of Anjou? If not, I will stop you."
"I..." Maria Theresa's face was red, and she seemed quite satisfied with the marriage. And the Duke of Anjou still has a certain chance of becoming the Roman Emperor!
The Duke of Anjou is quite handsome, and he and Maria Theresa have known each other since they were children. They are not childhood sweethearts, but they still feel good.
Zhu Cixiang laughed, "Okay! Since you are satisfied, I have nothing more to say... But there is one more thing that I have to remind you, in case Prince Louis and the Duke of Burgundy Even if they don’t live long, the Duke of Anjou might become the emperor of Rome! Even if he doesn’t become the emperor of Western Rome, he still has to find an emperor of Eastern Rome!”
