Qingchuan History

Chapter 520
In the middle of the day, the dawn had just broken, and the whole Yin Palace was as dark as the night.The rain will not stop, and the ever-burning candles are hidden in the semi-transparent lampshade, and the palace people carry one in their hands, and the light of the fire swims like a long bridge connecting the world and hell.

Ruan Xueyin and Jing Tingge set off from Yuju.

Gu Xinglang and Murong Xun set off from Fuxi Nuan Pavilion.

Ji Wanling and Gu Chunfeng set off from Nanxun Pavilion where they slept last night.

Ruan Moxi set off from his Yuanheng Palace.

Ruan Zhong set off from Yingchen Palace.

The starting routes are different, all headed to the East Palace, all holding umbrellas.The blossoming round umbrellas contrast with the passing lights and candles, which is also quite interesting. "If the road to death is so beautiful, it would be worth walking." Jing Tingge laughed.

Ruan Xueyin frowned, "What nonsense?"

"That's all nonsense, when will you take these things seriously again?"

The Eternal Lantern Corps is a tradition of the royal family of the Yin Kingdom. From midnight to dawn, it never goes out, patrolling the palace to send off the dead.The closer you get to the East Palace, the brighter the sky, the number of long-burning lights and candles begins to decrease, and plain silk flowers hang down from the eaves of the gate.

The white-haired Ruan Bi had already arrived, standing in front of the coffin without saying a word.The Crown Princess knelt on the west side of the main hall, with the fire still burning in the bronze tripod in front of her, and paper ingots or scriptures that had been burnt to ashes could be vaguely seen.

Monks and nuns chanting Buddhist scriptures kneel on the outermost sides.The smell of benzoin filled the hall, Jing Tingge frowned slightly, his stomach churned.

Ruan Zhong was the first, followed by Gu Xinglang and Murong Xun, and the rest went up to pay respects in order according to their countries and ranks. After the full set of rituals were completed, it was already time.

As usual, the spirit should be released three days later.However, Ruan Zhong drew up a posthumous title for the prince overnight, and set the time for his release to be three quarters before today's end.

It seems that Shengjun also agrees.

"Sister-in-law." Out of the East Palace, the drizzle came again, Gu Chunfeng trotted to Ruan Xueyin's umbrella, "Prince Min Huai passed away suddenly, where did he come from the tomb in such a short time?" She must have felt rude, she suppressed her voice, " It stands to reason that he is the crown prince, even the mausoleum of the monarch that was originally prepared and prepared, how can he use it now? Then the spirit will come out later—”

"Use Ruan Zhong's tomb." Jing Tingge answered casually from Ruan Xueyin's side.

Fortunately, I held the umbrella by myself, and the maidservants were not close to each other.Ruan Xueyin still gave Jing Tingge a hard look.

Gu Chunfeng was dumbfounded, looking at Jing Tingge through the drizzle outside Ruan Xueyin's nose umbrella.

"Accordingly, Ruan Zhongfeng Rui Wang lived in Ziyang for a long time, and the mausoleum should be built near there." Jing Tingge also suppressed his voice, "But Ruan Bi secretly built a tomb in the northwest of Suoning City, eighty miles away from the imperial palace. It has been built for four or five years. It is said that it was prepared for Ruan Zhong."

Gu Chunfeng had never heard of such an anecdote, so he got under the umbrella of Jing Tingge, "As a result, now that Ruan Zhong ascended the throne, the mausoleum that originally belonged to the next monarch was easily given to him, and his prince's tomb was vacant, which happened to be given to Min Pregnant prince?"

Jing Tingge nodded, "But as far as I know, there is no mausoleum that originally belonged to the next monarch. Most of the imperial tombs were built when the king was in power. Ruan Zhong should build one himself."

"That's right." Gu Chunfeng was amazed, but felt wrong, "How do you know?" About the arrangements for the prince's burial.

"Guess." Jing Tingge and Ruan Xueyin answered at the same time.

Gu Chunfeng looked left and right in disbelief.

"But it should be right." Ruan Xueyin said.

At three quarters before the hour, the coffin came out of the Lingxiao Gate. The 32 flag guides are at the front, followed by a guard of honor holding all kinds of weapons, flags and inflammable objects made of paper and satin.Behind the coffin were more than ten relatives of the emperor, more than ten civil and military officials, and monks and nuns. The sound of chanting sutras buzzed in Suoning City surrounded by clouds and fog.

Such a battle is no different from the funeral of the monarch except for the difference in the number of people.

The news of the prince's death was announced to the world this morning, and at the same time the posthumous title was conferred and the eulogy was issued. Although the people standing densely on both sides of the city road were surprised at the moment, it was because of the continuous changes in the past two months and the weird current situation. , Being in the middle of it actually made me feel a little more resigned to fate.

Ruan Zhong stood on the Lingxiao Gate.

Ruan Bi is also there.

This kind of picture has appeared more than once in the past two months.At first, when Ruan Zhongbing came to the city, Ruan Bi stood on the Lingxiao Gate and persuaded him with the edict of Yi Chu.

Then Ruan Zhong stood on the gate of Lingxiao and talked with Cong Ruogu about the king, and proposed to change hereditary to abdication, and the capable ones will be the highest.

And then today.The two monarchs stood side by side on the gate of Lingxiao, silently watching the son of the Ruan family, who had carried the name of the prince for nearly 20 years but never saw the joys and sorrows of the world clearly after the age of eight, gradually drifting away and returning to the dust.

Ruan Xueyin felt that Ruan Ji had seen the joys and sorrows of the world clearly.He hid in those paintings in the bedroom.In addition to the nightmares of the past, there are many spring flowers and autumn moons, which are well painted. There are many cases in medical books that people with brain diseases are rich in painting.

She suddenly felt a little lucky for him.Born in the whirlpool of the royal family but avoided all the waves, or is it another kind of blessing in disguise?
So he lay on the winter night after the December rain with a peaceful face.

The sound of chanting sutras became farther and farther away.The mighty team disappeared in the still dark afternoon, and the common people were still standing on the side of the city road under the corridors of the houses to watch them off.The monarch did not move, and they did not dare to move.

Just when the Ruan family father and son were about to go down the gate, Gu Xinglang went up the stairs.

"The son-in-law really picked the best time, the best place." Ruan Bi said slowly.

Gu Xinglang's complexion was not good-looking.Suo Ning Dongyu Ruan Ji's funeral touched his soul. "I said at Fengting Pass that I came to Suoning to confirm the past with the Holy King in person."

"Prince Minhuai has passed away, so there is no way to confirm the authenticity of the painting. If it is true, the logic of his painting and hiding may not necessarily be as Xueyin speculates."

Ruan Xueyin was under the long steps without saying a word.

"Today, I can answer yes or no. In cases where the physical evidence is unreliable and the witnesses are missing, I can say whatever I want." Ruan Yu continued, "But Mr. Qi wants me to admit it, and if I admit it, I will travel thousands of miles. Suoning, it's not easy to let you go home empty-handed."

Gu Xinglang shook his head, "I never try to force others into difficulties, I only seek the truth based on the facts. King Su Murong has committed suicide, Prince Min Huai has just died, and I don't want to use his paintings to make a fuss about Fengtingguan."

He turned to Shen Ji who was far away under the long steps.Shen Ji got the order, and turned to the ten guards waiting under the gate tower.

Qi Wei and the two princes entered Yin Palace, after all, they couldn't have no guards from their own countries, they each brought a team of ten elites.Ruan Xueyin looked at the front soldier among the ten people, and she looked familiar——

Was it the one who waited with Gu Chunfeng in front of Ji Wanling's carriage when the Tingguan was closed?

Not sure, but clearly familiar.The soldier trotted all the way up the stairs, he was white and clean, quite handsome, but his expression was old-fashioned and experienced, and he had a kind of wild and open-mindedness.

Where have you seen it?

The soldier passed her, walked into the vast mist above the gate, and bowed to each of the three monarchs.

"January [-] this year, on the night of Wei Jun's wedding, Mrs. Jin, the daughter of the late Shangguan Xiangguo of Wei State, told Mrs. Pei a story on the Mingguang Terrace of Qi Palace."

　Dragon Boat Festival Ankang.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)