After sleeping during the day, I felt a little sleepy after being awake all night, but I was much better than yesterday.
In the morning, starting at almost 9 o'clock, Li Yun stood outside the bedroom.
Out of curiosity, Li Xian had been sitting not far from the door today, and then he learned the specific working hours of Li Yong.
No wonder when I wake up every day, I can see Li Yun when I open the door. It turns out that this guy has been on duty since five o'clock.
Li Yun was startled when she pushed the door open.
Seeing Li Xian coming out with dark circles under his eyes, Li Yun was surprised and said, "Your Highness, you didn't sleep last night?"
Li Xian shook his head: "I'm just sleeping. I won't be able to fall asleep again at night. It's better to stay up all night. I'll stay up all night during the day and I'll be able to fall asleep tonight. Tell me, what kind of schedule will it be today?"
Li Yun cupped his hands and said: "Today is the day for the prince's funeral, but because it has to be delivered to Qianling, it cannot be delivered today. Because the prince is having an imperial funeral, most of the people who go to the funeral can only walk on foot. , one cannot ride a horse or ride in a chariot unless the saint grants him dispensation.”
"It's almost three hundred miles from Chang'an to Qianling. Your Highness, it was really unwise for you not to have a rest last night."
"Three...three hundred miles?"
Li Xian's face twitched when he heard this distance. In later generations, one mile of land was five hundred meters long, but in the Tang Dynasty, one mile of land was almost five hundred meters long.
Three hundred miles, that is, more than 150 kilometers, all covered?
Scratching his head and holding on to his last glimmer of hope, Li Xian asked: "Then tell me, can I take the bus?"
Li Yun opened her mouth and found that she really couldn't answer the question, so she could only shake her head.
Seeing Li Yong shaking his head, Li Xian felt that the last trace of luck in his mind was torn to pieces.
One hundred and fifty kilometers, I'm afraid the soles of my feet won't be in good condition after walking.
He turned around and took a look through the crack in the door. Although he didn't see it, Li Xian still turned around and asked Li Yong: "What about Princess Yong?"
Li Yong cupped his hands and said: "It stands to reason that the princess can only walk, but I think that the queen will probably ask the princess to get in the car and accompany her, otherwise..."
After thinking about the impression the queen gave him, Li Xian felt that Li Yun's "most likely" was really unreliable.
Grit your teeth, it really doesn’t work, then just beg shamelessly.
Anyway, through this period of contact, he also saw that the queen now hopes that he will make requests. No matter how many requests she makes, she will agree to them. Even if they are a little too much, she will condone them.
With a sigh, Li Xian said: "Instruct everyone in the palace to prepare."
Li Yun agreed and went down to make arrangements.
Since the imperial palace changed from Taiji Palace to Daming Palace, Qixia Street has replaced Zhuque Street and become the most important street in Chang'an. After leaving Changlefang, passing Jingshanfang and Guangzhaifang, you will arrive in front of Fenghuang Gate.
This is the most important gate connecting the East Palace and the Daming Palace. I don’t know if the emperor asked a great immortal to calculate that Li Hong’s coffin did not go out of the Mingde Gate, but out of the Phoenix Gate, or at sunrise. Leave the palace facing the rising sun.
Qixia Street was already full of carriages and horses, but these were not transporting people, but transporting funeral objects.
After all, Li Zhi and Wu Zetian did not commit suicide, but the things they were buried with them were unimaginably heavy. Compared with the burial objects from the National Treasury, they can only be described as "little".
Carriages loaded with burial objects led the way forward, and heavily armed soldiers surrounded the carriages airtightly.
The carriage was full of pearls and jade. Although there were a lot of them, if there were even a little bit missing, I don’t know how many people would be buried with the prince.
After the filled carriages passed by, there were several empty carriages.
When these carriages stopped on Qixia Street, all the civil and military officials who came out of Changlefang put the things in their arms on the carriages with a look of pain.
This is the tribute of the ministers. In the past, this process only required finding some valuable things to stuff them in. This time was different. They all knew that the emperor sympathized with the prince, so they had no choice but to take out the treasures they had packed at the bottom of the box as burial objects.
For example, Li Xian saw Hao Chujun deliver a roll of bamboo slips to the carriage. Just look at the surprised and unbearable expressions of the surrounding civil servants, and you will know that this bamboo slip must be something extraordinary.
The first people to deliver their offerings to the carriage gathered around the carriage. Although they remained calm, they were all watching to see who had shed what kind of blood.
Cirrus cloud jade pendant, purple gold Pixiu (large size)....
When Li Yun held a brocade box and placed it on the carriage casually, perhaps because it was not placed properly, the box opened and several emerald-green jade bells rolled out.
Seeing this scene, the children of the Zheng family who were among the officials all hid their faces and sighed.
After all calculations, they never expected that King Yong would use the ancient pine jade bell as a burial object for the prince.
My ancestor has been obsessed with this set of jade bells these days, and he is almost stunned. Who would have thought that King Yong would waste natural resources so violently.
In the hands of King Yong, the ancient pine and jade bells could still be found, either purchased or forced. But now, once they enter the prince's mausoleum, they will never see the light of day again.
Seeing this set of ancient pine and jade bells, Hao Chujun was also startled. He couldn't help walking to Li Xian and asked: "Is it necessary to do it so brilliantly? Do you know that the Zheng family is waiting for you to make a mistake? Well, they are not easy to mess with in the first place, but you still step on their faces, aren't you looking for trouble!"
Li Xian rubbed his eyes and said indifferently: "It's just a few broken bells, even if they are made of jade, they are of little use. As King Yong, if you bury something too ordinary with your brother, wouldn't you be looked down upon?"
Seeing that King Yong was avoiding talking about the Zheng family's affairs, Hao Chujun stopped asking any more questions.
Based on his understanding of King Yong, he shouldn't do such a stupid thing, but he did it anyway, which only shows that he has reason to do so.
Seeing Li Yong placing the box very carefully and letting all the jade bells roll out, Li Xian couldn't help but secretly smile.
The carriages accompanied by the ministers were also filled, and the prince's hearse finally drove out from the East Palace.
The person leading the hearse was a strong young man in his twenties.
When the hearse completed its turn and officially headed south, he started singing at the top of his voice: "Don't play the Shuqin, don't blow the Qiyu. Let's sit down and listen to my poem "Snowy Dew" during the four feasts. In the past, the seven-foot-tall statue, The soul now returns to heaven and earth. The gold and jade that I loved were thrown away in the basket. The people who admired me were desolate and sad. The concubines who were loved by me shed tears in the empty room. The king and ministers who loved me were scattered to the west and the east."
"The relatives are sad for each other, and the others are also weeping. Those who have ears no longer hear, and those who have eyes no longer see. Just like the candle on the fire, once it is extinguished, it loses its light. Just like the clouds in the sky, they disperse without leaving any trace. Life is endless. How about a hundred years old?"
"Who can hold back the waves passing by with two hands? The heroes of ancient times have all returned to the mountains. Come with me, gentlemen, and listen to my "Song of Sage Dew"..."
The ministers walked to the funeral, their eyes watching the road, but their ears listening to "Song of Sage Dew".
But Li Xian didn't listen at all, and glanced at the young man from time to time.
Yao Yuanchong!
I don’t know if the Queen of Heaven had some influence on him and turned him into a literary figure in Prince Yong’s Mansion.
