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Chapter 141 Chapter 142 "God Bless the Dynasty"

Grain Rain, the sixth solar term of the 24 solar terms, is the last solar term in spring, which means "rain produces a hundred grains".

Sheng Endi's funeral was held on Guyu's day.

The ceremonies required before have been completed, and now it is only necessary to bury the coffin in the imperial mausoleum.

But according to the rules, before the burial, concubines and princes, including civil and military officials, need to cry for a period of time before the funeral to express their dissatisfaction with His Majesty. During this period, important officials in the court will read the emperor's achievements during his lifetime.It is said that some loyal concubines and ministers would even cry and faint in front of the coffin. As for whether it is true or not, only they themselves know.

Fortunately, the dynasty did not have the bad habit of burying the living, otherwise when these "loyal ministers and martyrs" were stuffed into the imperial tomb, Bao Buqi would cry more sincerely.

After the ceremony, a group of people marched towards the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and the road was inevitably slippery. Everyone walked carefully, and some of them were delicate and weak, and needed the help of servants.

Of course, there are exceptions here.

The really sad people don't care about the slippery road in the rain. They don't even open an umbrella, just walking in the rain like this.

Wang Gingquan was at the front of the line. His hair was already wet by the rain. Several times Xiaochunzi wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but he waved him back. Along with him were the second prince Wang Bingde and the third princess Wang Bingyao, and two other No one was there.

One of them is the present sage Wang Bingxian.

Ordinarily, as the eldest son, it is unreasonable not to come to his father's funeral, but in fact, there is no complaint from the top and bottom of the court.

The reason is that the emperor was too miserable.

Before the queen mother hanged herself in the palace, Wang Bingxian, as her own son, was already in great grief and fell seriously ill because of it.As a result, in less than a month, the news of his father's death came again before his illness recovered.

He was already weak, but now that he lost his parents all of a sudden, he couldn't afford to get sick.

Others may not know the inside story, but Wang Bingyao, who has always been like a brother and sister with Wang Bingxian, knows that his time is numbered.

The imperial physician once told her that if His Majesty can get through this test, he must stop worrying about it. If he insists on going his own way, it may take less than a year.

Wang Bingyao who heard the news could only cry secretly, she knew best about her brother's temperament.He seems to be modest on the outside, but he is very stubborn on the inside. Now that his father is dead, he will not be wasted.

"The king dies in the country", this is what his father taught him, and it is also his code of conduct.

……

Another person who was not present was the fifth prince Wang Bingru, who was stationed in the west all the year round and was the main force resisting the Western Red Army.

As soon as the news of Emperor Shengen's death came out in the palace, the spies of the four major alien races spread it outside the pass. Except for the Beitu who had just suffered a defeat in the dynasty, the other three tribes, even the Nandu who was subdued by the dynasty Qiang is ready to move.

Among them, Xichi, which was rejected by Wang Bingru, was the most active. Recently, there have been frequent news of troop mobilization.

Xichi was in an awkward position among the four ethnic groups. In terms of military strength, it was inferior to Beitu, in terms of combat power, it was inferior to the naturally rebellious Southern Qiang, and in terms of economy, it was inferior to Donghan, which had always been famous for its trade.

But it is such a small country that no one can compare to, but it is the existence that makes the dynasty most troublesome.

Therefore, in the face of Xichi's frequent actions, as the commander-in-chief of the three armies, Wang Bingru did not dare to slack off in the slightest. He could only pray that Xichi would be safe for a few days, so that he could go back and put incense sticks on behalf of his father, and at the same time, he could see his comrades again. The emperor's younger brother with whom he has the best relationship.

Although he hasn't returned to Beijing for a long time, he can always hear a lot of rumors about him.

……

The rain gradually increased, but the dark clouds in the sky gradually decreased.

The road to the mountain had become muddy, and several senior courtiers had bad legs and feet, and even fell several times, but they didn't make a sound, just got up with the help of their servants and continued on their way.

Wang Gingquan took a casual look, and found that they were all older than Liu Ge.

Most of these veterans have served for more than 20 years, and it can be said that they have accompanied Sheng Endi all the way. Among them, there are even old veterans from the previous dynasty. Now they can be regarded as white-haired people sending black-haired people. Especially Liu Ge Lao is the deepest.

Wang Gingquan sighed secretly, the departure of Emperor Sheng En was not only the loss of a disciple to Elder Liu Ge, but also the loss of a Mingjun.

Now his respect for Elder Liu Ge inevitably deepened a bit.

Finally, after a trek that lasted three hours, the team finally arrived at the imperial mausoleum in the eastern suburbs. At this time, according to the auspicious time calculated by Qintian monitoring, the auspicious time was less than half an hour away, so everyone was able to rest for a while.

Wang Gingquan came to Concubine Yang's side. At this time, Concubine Yang was already sweating on her forehead and lived in the deep palace all day. This trip was particularly difficult for her.

"Mother, please drink some water first."

Wang Gingquan handed over a water bag, Concubine Yang Guifei's eyes were red, she smiled at her son, took the water bag, and took a sip.

Looking around, apart from generals and guards, there are very few standing people. Some of them surprised Wang Bingquan, including Wang Bingde, who is already a prince, and Liu Ge, who is over sixty years old and can still walk like flying. old.

Needless to say, Old Liu Ge was an evildoer, Wang Gingquan even suspected that he was also a cultivator, after all Liu Luming, who accompanied his father, was exhausted right now.

On the contrary, it was Wang Bingde who impressed him a little. At this time, the other party was still standing upright, without any fatigue.

Wang Bingquan stepped forward and stood side by side with Wang Bingde, looking for something to say:

"Brother Huang is in good shape."

"You are not the same."

This should be the first conversation between the two since Wang Gangquan peeped at the second prince back then.

"Brother Huang, do you exercise regularly?"

After all, we are brothers, and Wang Gangquan didn't want to make it too stiff.

It's just that the other party's face is still icy cold, and he said bluntly: "No."

"..."

Wang Gangquan is completely lost, and he is not some eminent monk, so he really can't talk about the iron tree to blossom.

Wang Bingyao, who was squatting by the side, looked at the two curiously, but her eyes still mostly stayed on Wang Gingquan.

"The auspicious time has come!"

The officials of the Qin Tianjian shouted, breaking the silence, and everyone at the scene got up one after another, waiting for this moment respectfully.

Next, they don't need to enter the imperial tomb, they just need to stand respectfully outside the imperial tomb. As the coffin was carried in, there were sobs from the scene.

The door was sealed, the soil was covered, and after everything was completed, the weather began to clear up.

Under the sunlight, the entire hillside suddenly warmed up. Standing on the hillside and looking far into the distance, the plains in the distance were green, and it was the wheat that had been watered by the rain.

"God bless the dynasty."

I don't know who said this sentence in the crowd. The speaker had no intention of saying it, but it remained in everyone's heart.

The most powerful group of people in the dynasty gathered on the hillside like this, looking at the green farmland in the distance and the people who were already working in it.

This scenery is like a poem and a painting.

(End of this chapter)