Chapter 743 Funeral

Style: Romance Author: GrootWords: 1114Update Time: 24/02/20 09:22:07
The day before the funeral, Nangong Yitian and Leng Xiao sat on the porch of Zhanyue Residence for a long time, holding hands but not saying a word.

Tomorrow was supposed to be the children's full moon feast, which was supposed to be joyful and lively, but now the palace was filled with whitewash, and there was an atmosphere of sadness and gloom everywhere.

At night, they hugged each other and slept without saying a word. It was not until they set off that she put on mourning clothes for him, caressed his cheek, and said softly, "Waiting for you to come back."

He hugged her and promised in her ear, "Don't worry, I will definitely come back."

During the funeral of the Queen, many people came to see her off on both sides of the street. The Queen had gained popularity over the years, and was highly respected due to her virtuous reputation.

An atmosphere of mourning filled the entire capital.

After arriving at the city gate, most of the officials who were sent off stayed behind, and the rest followed the team to Bei'an Mountain.

After leaving the city, the atmosphere changed. No one was walking on the official road, as if it had been cleared out long ago.

The imperial army rode in front, with Nangong Yitian in the middle and Qinglong Guard beside him. Ape did not follow today and stayed in the East Palace.

Except for Ape, many of the Qinglong Guards stayed in the East Palace. In this tough battle, the Qinglong Guards' responsibility was only to protect the Crown Princess and the Emperor's grandson.

Prince Jin was also in the funeral procession, riding his horse behind Nangong Yitian. He had a burning desire in his eyes, and he only waited for the procession to arrive at the inn before he could take action.

Because he only arrived at the inn and then returned to the capital. The city had already been laid out. He was just waiting to kill Nangong Yitian and then lead his men to attack the imperial city.

And when the time comes, after Lingxiu completes his mission, he will also lead people to attack the imperial city. When the big thing is done, he will capture Lingxiu and declare to the outside world that the East Palace has rebelled and that he has come to rescue him. In this way, the throne is his. .

But this time, he temporarily handed it over to his second brother, King Xiang. King Xiang had won over many people for him over the years, and his ability and loyalty were both trustworthy.

In the evening, the large team arrived at the inn.

The inn had been notified long ago, so it was prepared early. The people living in the inn were sent away in advance, white lanterns were hung at the door, and the space for the funeral was cleared.

After King Jin arrived here, he went to say goodbye to the prince.

Nangong Yitian seemed surprised, "Aren't you going to send it to Bei'an Mountain?"

King Jin said: "Brother, just send him here. My father has been too sad these days and has fallen ill. Brother, I have to go back to take care of him."

The accompanying officials did not understand King Jin's move. How could there be any reason not to send his son to his aunt's funeral? King Xiang is ill and cannot go to the ground. This can be forgiven, but King Jin has already been sent to the post house. The journey to Bei'an Mountain is not too far. It can be returned in a few days, so why not send him off?

And even if the emperor is too sad, he, the King of Jin, is neither a doctor nor an imperial physician. What will happen if he goes back?

Officials persuaded him one after another, hoping that the King of Jin could be sent to Bei'an Mountain, so that he would not be accused of unfilial piety.

King Jin couldn't listen to a word and said coldly: "Unfilial? My father is ill and I can't be by my side to serve you. This is unfilial. As for the burial of my mother, I am very relieved that you are here with the prince and your lords." .”

Nangong Yitian raised his hand and said coldly: "My lords, there is no need to persuade him. If he doesn't want to go, he won't go. His filial piety will be forced upon him, and the Queen Mother must not appreciate it either."

King Jin looked at him and said: "If the prince thinks so, there is nothing I can do about it. The empress dowager is old and cannot bear the pain of a white-haired man giving away a black-haired man. My father also grieves the loss of his wife. All these things are in this world." It hurts so much, how can you only care about those who have passed away and not care about those who are still alive? Even if you say that I am unfilial, I will still go back to accompany these two old people."

After saying that, King Jin ignored the disappointed looks of the officials, rode his horse and left the post house.