"oops……!"
Zhu Yuanzhang trembled all over and cried out in grief: "Our babysitter...!"
uncles and nephews,
Not as weak as father and son!
Zhu Yuanzhang was sad, murmuring his nephew's nickname, and tears rolled down his face.
The room was full of crying. Li Wenzhong's wives, concubines, and children knelt on the ground, wailing bitterly.
Li Qing looked at this tragic scene with sadness in his heart and tears in his eyes, not for Li Wenzhong, but for himself.
He understands that he will experience countless such scenes in the future, and one day his master will even leave him.
At this moment, he truly realized that immortality was not that beautiful.
…
Zhu Yuanzhang was supported by Li Qing and left Cao Guogong's mansion in despair. His burly body was slightly stooped, tears were embedded in deep "gullies", and his gray hair fluttered in the wind, making him look older.
Staggering onto the dragon chariot, Zhu Yuanzhang was leaning on the brocade couch, his expression dull and dull.
"Master Marquis, please enter the palace with me." Xiao Guizi said softly, "Your Majesty..."
Li Qing nodded in agreement, and followed the dragon chariot together with Xiao Guizi.
Qianqing Palace.
Zhu Yuanzhang was leaning on the bedside, staring blankly ahead with his eyes blank. After hearing the news, Zhu Biao immediately put down his affairs and came to express his condolences.
After a while, the dragon sons, dragons and grandsons came and knelt on the ground to persuade their fathers to express their condolences.
The effect was not obvious, and Zhu Yuanzhang was still immersed in grief and unable to extricate himself.
Li Qing's eyelids jumped. He opened the needle box Xiao Guizi brought him. The silver needle was in his hand, and he was about to give Lao Zhu a shot.
But at this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang let out a long sigh and spoke in a low voice:
"As a posthumous gift to King Wenzhong of Qiyang, he will be entitled to enjoy the Ancestral Temple and be buried in Zhongshan. The title will be inherited by his eldest son Li Jinglong. He will inform the Hanlin Academy to propose an appropriate posthumous title for Wenzhong.
Early tomorrow morning, all the princes will go to Cao Guogong's mansion to mourn, and the emperor's grandson will express his condolences. "
"I obey the order, I will do it now." Zhu Biao agreed repeatedly and said worriedly: "Father, please take care of the dragon body!"
"Everyone, please step aside, we need to take a rest." Zhu Yuanzhang lay down, turned sideways and said nothing.
The princes bowed and exited the hall.
Outside the palace, Zhu Biao told him, "Li Qing, don't go back yet. Just stay here, just in case..."
"I obey." Li Qing nodded.
…
As dusk fell, Zhu Yuanzhang walked out of the hall, his expression still expressionless, but he also recovered somewhat.
"Your Majesty, you..."
"We're fine." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand, "You can go back. We can't slack off on war preparations after the new year."
"I excuse myself." Li Qing cupped his hands and turned to leave.
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The next day.
Li Qing got up early, put on his black clothes and pants, and Lianxiang Hongxiu helped comb his hair.
"Sir, you look even more handsome in Xuan Yi." Wan Ling straightened the corners of her clothes and said with a smile.
"Really?" Li Qing chuckled, "If you wear black stockings, you will definitely be more charming."
"Black silk?" Wan Ling was stunned for a moment.
Lianxiang Hongxiu also looked surprised. This was the first time they had heard of this kind of clothes. "Sir, if you like it, the three of you will go to the clothing store in two days to have a look."
"This thing is probably not easy to buy."
Li Qing shook his head and laughed, "Okay, I have something important to do today. I won't be back until lunch time, so don't wait around and eat early."
After that, he got up and went out.
Duke Cao's Mansion.
Civil servants, military generals, princes, nobles, princes and grandsons all arrived.
Li Wenzhong's influence was extraordinary, and Zhu Yuanzhang stated that he wanted to do something big, so the officials were naturally active, and the huge government palace was a bit crowded.
Li Shanchang, Feng Sheng, Xu Da, Lan Yu... all the heavyweights were absent. In the crowd, Li Qing also saw Zhu Di and Xiaopang.
The little fat man wore a filial piety belt around his waist, and his chubby little face was full of seriousness, obviously he had been taught this.
The civil and military personnel stood in two teams and went to the mourning hall one by one to mourn.
Everyone consciously lined up in a long line. Although there were many people, it was unusually quiet. Except for the Taoist priests chanting words and the monks chanting sutras, there was nothing else.
Li Qing waited in line for nearly an hour and finally entered the mourning hall.
In the mourning hall, there are countless elegiac couplets, some praising the veteran's achievements, some expressing grief, and so on.
Li Qing stepped forward and bowed to the coffin. Li Jinglong, who was dressed in linen and filial piety, returned the courtesy. Li Qing returned the courtesy to him, and then imitated the people in front of him and performed a performance with great emotion. After a while, he left the mourning hall crying bitterly.
After all this, it can be regarded as a lesson for Li Qing.
The lacrimal glands of ancient people were really developed!
Especially the literary ministers, who looked professional when they cried, looked sad and shed tears without any trace of performance. In the entertainment industry of later generations, all of them would be able to win awards.
He had a preliminary experience when he mourned Queen Ma before, but at that time he thought that only a person of the Queen's level would be like this. He never thought that a funeral would be so...sad.
It seems that some of them cried later.
Li Qing pinched the ginger in his sleeve and said to himself: "This kind of strategic material must be always available at home in the future."
If you don't cry when everyone else is crying, how out of place would you look?
But he didn't have the ability to cry when the officials asked him to. Without the help of plug-ins, he couldn't cry at all.
After walking out of the mansion, Li Qing was about to go home to catch up on his sleep, but Lan Yu, who was chasing after him, stopped him.
Lan Yu's expression was not very good, she pointed at the sedan chair, cupped her fists and said, "Yongqing Marquis, please take a step to speak."
"Okay." Li Qing returned the gesture, "Please, Marquis Yongchang."
Lan Yu didn't borrow anything close at all. He directly borrowed five miles of land to Yongchang Hou Mansion.
"Prepare wine!"
After getting off the sedan, Lan Yu shouted, turned to Li Qing and said, "Go to the living room and talk."
Li Qing nodded, and couldn't help but think of the scene where he invited him to drink, and said to himself: "I am a principled person, and I will not be soft-spoken!"
The two came to the living room and sat down respectively. After a while, the wine and food were served.
Lan Yu retreated, poured a full glass for herself, drank it all in one breath, and said in a low voice: "You also know, right?"
"What do you know?" Li Qing looked puzzled.
"You don't know?" Lan Yu was very surprised and paused, "This time during the expedition, the emperor is forcibly blocking people."
Li Qing suddenly understood why Lan Yu had such a bad face. It was not because he was sad that Cao Guogong passed away, but because someone wanted to take credit for it.
However, this seems to have nothing to do with him!
He is the supervisor of the army. Even if ten generals are added to the army, what relationship does he have to do with the supervisor of the army?
"Who is it?" Li Qing asked curiously.
"That little boy Li Jinglong." Lan Yu knocked his wine glass angrily, "What do you think a sixteen-year-old boy can do?
Isn't this adding to the chaos? ! "
Li Qing: "..."
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Lan Yu said again, "War is not a child's play, and this battle is so important. Let a young boy follow us. If something goes wrong, you and I will be implicated;
I am the coach and you are the supervisor. We will play together. Maybe the emperor will change his mind. "
I won’t wade into this muddy water with you. Old Zhu loves his house as much as he can. To sing the opposite tune at this juncture is just to make himself unhappy... Li Qing smiled disdainfully:
"Yongchang Hou, you are the coach, why do you need to treat a young boy like a formidable enemy?"
Lan Yu slapped the table and said angrily: "If he had a simple military exploit, I would accept it, but the key is that the emperor gave him military power and the position of deputy commander."
"Deputy Commander?"
Li Qing was shocked, "Isn't it true? Why did the emperor make such a decision in such an important battle?"
"The prince told me personally, can it be false?" Lan Yu took the initiative to pour him a glass of wine, "A sixteen-year-old playboy who has never been on the battlefield becomes the deputy commander. Do you think this is reasonable? ?”
Li Qing frowned, but he still didn't believe that Lao Zhu would be such a childish person. No one hoped for a victory more than Zhu Yuanzhang. Even if Lao Zhu loved the house and the net, he would not let Li Jinglong take on this important task.
But there was no need for Lan Yu to tell him this lie, and judging from Lan Yu's angry expression, it was most likely true.
Li Qing pondered for a moment and asked, "Doesn't he have limitations as a deputy commander?"
"Uh..." Old Lan Yu blushed and nodded perfunctorily, "There are some restrictions, but these restrictions are not public. But when the time comes, he will use chicken feathers as command arrows, what do you think he should do?"
Li Qing was relieved and smiled nonchalantly, "At critical moments, the deputy commander must obey the commander absolutely. Besides, the emperor himself said that once the battle starts, I, the supervisor, cannot hold back. Why should Marquis Yongchang care about this?"
Of course Lan Yu cares, Li Qing and Li Jinglong are different!
Li Qing supervises the army. Although he can receive military merits after the victory of the army, there is still a difference between military merits and battle merits. Moreover, Li Qing has no foundation in the general group. No matter how the emperor rewards him, it will not affect Lan Yu.
But, Li Jinglong is different!
I am a hero and my son is a good man, this is what everyone knows.
Li Wenzhong's influence in the army was too great. If Li Jinglong participated in the war as deputy commander, after a big victory, he would take away a considerable part of Lan Yu's limelight.
The two most important points in the military are: First, seniority. Although Li Jinglong is a novice in the military, with my halo, this is not a problem at all.
The second is military exploits. If Li Jinglong wins this battle as deputy commander, his influence cannot be underestimated.
Lan Yu finally managed to outlast his senior, and he just wanted to show off his ambitions to form a monopolistic influence in the army and stand out, but Li Jinglong appeared halfway.
How could he accept it?
Especially since Li Jinglong was still a young boy, he was even more dissatisfied.
However, what really worries Lan Yu is that Li Jinglong is younger. The emperor's arrangement is obviously to cultivate the third generation of leaders.
Before he, the second generation, could feel proud, the third generation had arrived. This was what made him most uncomfortable.
To be precise, Lan Yu was jealous!
