"Boom!"
"Boom!"
...
The dull bells rang out from the palace, the golden bell of the palace gate, a total of one hundred and ninety-eight.
There was also the sound of trumpets, and the whimpering sound spread along with the golden bell.
People in the imperial city who heard the sound of the golden bell were overjoyed at first, thinking that there was some great joy for the country, otherwise why would the golden bell ring? But the people in the imperial city and at their feet all looked horrified, and some even put down their work and knelt down, kowtowing in the direction of the palace.
"Your Majesty has passed away!!"
The wailing was released from the mouth of the first confused and frightened citizen, with a crying tone, which instantly woke up the passers-by who were still confused or in disbelief.
The golden bells at the palace gates rang, the horns sounded, and the emperor was sent to heaven to ride on the wind, and the whole world mourned.
"Your Majesty has passed away!"
"Woooooooo..."
Cries soon rippled from outside the palace gate, then Junhou Street, and then the entire imperial city fell into this sad atmosphere. The streets were crowded with people kneeling, crying and kowtowing to the sound of bells and horns.
The sad atmosphere cannot be faked. The lower class people were more saddened by the death of the emperor, just like the death of their elders.
Don't think that the emperor is far away from the people, and don't think that the people act like this heartbroken because of the power of the royal family or the yamen. At least 80% of the people in pain are really sad.
The emperor's kindness can be felt by the common people sincerely even though they are far away from the temple.
Have the prices of firewood, rice, oil, and salt increased? Are you slacking off on building roads and bridges? Is there any relief provided when disasters hit various places? Is it possible to express condolences during every festive season? Can you find a place to voice your grievances?
If all these things can be felt that the dynasty takes care of them, then the emperor must be a good emperor. What's more, during the emperor's reign, he fought two wars against the barbarians. The first time he won a complete victory, and this time, depending on the situation, victory is in sight.
An emperor who can be stable internally and capable of killing people externally, doesn't this mean that the entire dynasty is convinced! This is especially important for the people at the bottom.
Now this good emperor is dead. What does it mean to kowtow to the golden bell and the trumpet?
With this funeral ceremony in the entire imperial city, Yang Jian, the emperor of the old Jing Dynasty, bid farewell forever to the empire that he had controlled for decades.
And the news of the emperor's death spread throughout the Jingjiu Dynasty as quickly as possible.
From south to north, from east to west, any place under the rule of the Jingjiu Dynasty immediately became completely deserted. Even the soldiers on the southern front line each tied a piece of white cloth on their foreheads to express their condolences to the emperor.
The national funeral was organized by the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and the entire Jingjiu Dynasty stopped all state activities except war and necessary operations.
From October 24th to November 15th, Yang Jian's funeral was over. It was long or short. For many people, it can be described as "cannot wait" or "every day is like a year".
The people who couldn't wait to follow the footsteps of Crown Prince Shu were mostly big businessmen in the country, emerging nobles, and nobles from humble families. Although these people didn't say it with their mouths, they were already restless in their hearts. Waiting for the emperor's funeral to end and the crown prince to ascend the throne.
When the new emperor ascends the throne, those who follow the new emperor can really breathe a sigh of relief and officially usher in the era of the new emperor.
Of course, it is still uncertain whether the new emperor will govern according to the ideas of his followers after he ascends the throne. There are actually many emperors in history who suddenly changed their thinking and strategies after ascending the throne. Therefore, Qinggui, Xinxingxungui, and merchants were both looking forward to it and feeling quite uneasy at the same time.
People who live like a year are those who are closely related to various aristocratic families and clans. They understood that when the old emperor passed away and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, a new atmosphere was about to come. But the question is whether this gust of wind will blow them down.
November 17th. Emperor Yang Jian had just entered the mausoleum to rest. Only one day later, Crown Prince Yang Shu accepted the arrangements of the royal family's ancestral hall and the Ministry of Officials at Wanmin Palace, performed a great ceremony and ascended to the throne.
It's just that because the old emperor passed away not long ago, the new emperor missed the old days and ordered the enthronement ceremony not to remove the blankets all over the city. As a result, pieces of gold suddenly appeared in the gaps in the vast whiteness, adding a bright sense of "alternation" to the new emperor's enthronement ceremony. Especially the old man who followed the old emperor all the way, felt a lot in his heart.
Shen Hao patted the dust on the hem of his robe. The white robe and white scarf made him feel uncomfortable all over, and he always felt that his eyes were dazzled. And pure white clothes are easy to get dirty. During the enthronement ceremony just now, after he knelt down twice and followed the shouts of the junior officials, his knees were covered with dust.
Futon? There was a futon, kneeling directly on the stone slab in front of Wanmin Palace. A mere fifth-grade official from a thousand households could enter the palace to watch the enthronement ceremony because of Xuan Qingwei's status. Why do they still want a futon? Look at the row of officials above the third rank in the front. They don’t have futons to support their legs.
If he really had a choice, Shen Hao didn't want to participate in this so-called enthronement ceremony. It wasn't him who ascended the throne. He came to see others enthroning and had to kneel down. Moreover, the etiquette was cumbersome and complicated, and he had to go through it all from scratch with the junior officials in the Ministry of Civil Affairs. In the end, I was not tired physically but mentally.
Shen Hao saw the emperor only in the second half of the whole ceremony. He was far away. If he hadn't been very good at cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to see clearly.
Thinking of the scene when he met Yang Shu for the first time, and looking at Yang Shu who was now sitting on the high throne with a solemn expression, Shen Hao had to sigh that things in the world are unpredictable. Who would have thought that the seventh prince, who had been ignored by the outside world, could kill everyone and achieve great wealth?
"After all, after becoming the emperor, the change in temperament is really great!" Even though he was far away, Shen Hao could still see the change in Yang Shu's temperament in the distance.
If the Yang Shu in the past gave people the impression that the sword was sheathed, then the current Yang Shu seems to have no sheath to hide it, and the sharpness between his eyebrows is revealed. And the most eye-catching thing is that Yang Shu has a fierce power. Shen Hao has also felt this kind of power in the old emperor Yang Jian. The difference is that the fierce power in Yang Jian is much stronger and more restrained.
"With the throne, does it come with great power?" Shen Hao muttered in his heart.
When the enthronement ceremony is over, there will be a royal banquet in the Wanmin Palace. Shen Hao's identity can only sit in the corner.
There were ten people at the table, which was a little crowded, but no one said a word. They just sat on the chairs and waited for the new emperor to raise his glass before the banquet started.
"Is this Master Shen?"
Shen Hao was sitting upright, determined to be a wooden man today and go back after finishing the meal. Unexpectedly, someone actually took the initiative to talk to him.
Turning around, the man next to him was smiling, a little fat, with rosy complexion and small eyes. He was about fifty years old and had a pea-sized mole on his right cheek.
