Daming heir

Chapter 21 Chang Mao is Dead
Ying Tiancheng, shrouded in mist and mist, reveals the lazy posture of the rich Jiangnan, like a sleepy woman lying sideways.

In the distance, the Yangtze River’s natural moat in the north vaguely traverses the land, and the nearby Shenlie Mountain is like a screen behind the imperial city.

In the sky, a thin layer of rain and fog fluttered and swayed under the breeze, and fell to the ground with a pendulum.

The trees are dyed greener, and the green bricks and green tiles are more distinct.

In the past, the bustling Yingtian City seemed to have been paused today. The streets and alleys of the city were full of people.

It seems that like this Yingtian City, it's rare to be lazy for a while.

It's just that if you look in the direction of Dongcheng.

You will find that the mansion and mansion, which was still a luxurious house yesterday, and the entire street in front of the gate, are already quietly full of plain onyx.

At the first sight, there are pieces of funeral utensils as white as snow.

If you were to get closer, you could hear the wailing sound that had been crying all night in the house that used to be full of drums and music.

Yesterday, the Kaiping Prince's Mansion, which was painted in gold, had already been covered with a white cloth.

In front of the corridor door, several servants dressed in white linen clothes and straw ropes wrapped around their waists greeted and sent them off with their hands down and their faces full of mourning.

In front of the mansion, since dawn in the early morning, it has been blocked.

Even though Chang Mao, the eldest son of Kaiping King Chang Yuchun, did not have a title before his death, the status of the Chang family in the Ming Dynasty is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

The princes and ministers all over the city, according to the rules and etiquette, relying on the friendship of each family in the past, all want to come to Chang's house to pay homage to the deceased Chang Mao.

This time, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang did not stop the court and hold a memorial ceremony in person like when Chang Yuchun passed away.

However, the crown prince Zhu Biao and the emperor's grandsons Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunqi were pinching points. After most of the courtiers arrived, they also drove the carriage to the Kaiping Palace.

"His Royal Highness, you have arrived at Kaiping Palace."

Outside the car, the Donggong eunuch raised the curtain and whispered.

Zhu Biao looked at Qiqi, raised his head and looked out of the car, got up, and looked at Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Yunqi who accompanied him on both sides.

"Follow me into the mansion to pay homage to my father."

While talking, Zhu Biao stepped out of the carriage.

Chang Mao was his eldest brother-in-law. Although he had an argument with Song Guogong Feng Sheng a few years ago because of the military affairs, which annoyed Zhu Yuanzhang, he was deprived of his title and official position just now.

But Chang Mao has always supported Zhu Biao, his brother-in-law, all these years.

Since Zhu Biao learned the news of Chang Mao's death last night, he has been depressed.

Even when I got out of the carriage and was drenched in the rain, I didn't notice it.

Following behind, Zhu Yunxie and Zhu Yunqiu, who got off the carriage, both looked at their father's back.

Just when Zhu Yunqi was about to raise his hand and speak.

Zhu Yunxi had already opened the umbrella and raised it in advance, and walked forward: "Father, it's raining, so you need to be healthy."

With that said, most of the area of ​​an oil-paper umbrella was placed on Zhu Biao's head, and half of Zhu Yunxi's shoulders fell into the rain.

Zhu Yunxuan, who was going to do the same behind him, was suddenly annoyed, and stared angrily at Zhu Yunxi's back, scolding his mother already in his heart.

This guy Zhu Yunxi is really courteous, which is abominable!
In the front, Zhu Biao just hummed, and looked at Zhu Yunxi who was half body in the rain with emotion in his eyes, and then led the two of them into the Kaiping Palace.

Once entering the palace, the surrounding eaves and pillars are full of plain onyx mourning.

At this time, the front yard was already full of friends and relatives of the Chang family, as well as princes and ministers in the court.

Seeing Zhu Biao leading the two emperors and grandchildren coming, everyone looked over and focused their attention.

On the other side of the main hall, people from the Chang family have already come out to welcome her.

Chang Mao's wife and son's heirs were all red-eyed: "The concubine sees His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and has seen the two county kings."

Over there, Chang Sheng, the founding father, and Chang Sen, the third son of King Kaiping, came side by side, and they also greeted people.

Funeral rituals, no matter what one's status is, one must accept funeral rituals.

Zhu Biao accepted the gift from Chang's family, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Uncle died, Gu never thought of it, if sister-in-law, nephew and niece have something to do in the future, just tell Gu."

When Chang Mao's wife and children heard this, they couldn't help crying again.

Chang Sheng invited Zhu Biao to the sacrificial hall, and said in a low voice, "It is already a blessing for my Chang family to see His Royal Highness the Prince."

Zhu Biao shook his head, did not speak, and brought Zhu Yunxie and Zhu Yunqiu into the sacrificial hall as usual. The father and son followed the funeral rituals and gave a big ceremony in front of Chang Mao's coffin.

After the family members returned the gift, Zhu Biao was naturally dragged by the Chang family members to talk.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at Zhu Yunwen, who had a trace of reluctance in his eyes, hummed in his heart, and walked out of the sacrificial hall side by side with him: "What is second brother thinking?"

He asked this knowingly.

Chang Mao lying inside is indeed Zhu Biao's uncle, and also Zhu Yunxi's uncle.

But it has nothing to do with him, Zhu Yunqi, and even the Chang family has not supported him from the beginning to the end.

If it weren't for the concubine's mother saying that she should talk less and do more, Zhu Yunqi would not want to come to Chang's house.

At this time, seeing Zhu Yunxie asking such a question, Zhu Yunqiu's face was not in a good mood: "What does it matter to you?"

Zhu Yunxi who asked this question was taken aback for a moment.

On the other hand, under the corridor ahead, this is a group of people walking over.

Before the people approached, the loud voices that belonged to this group of people had already come.

"Third Master!"

"The old minister hasn't seen the third master for a long time!"

"The old minister sees the third master!"

Zhu Yunxi looked towards the voice.

I saw Cao Zhen, Marquis of Jingchuan, Zhang Yi, Marquis of Heqing, Zhang Wen, Marquis of Huining, Chen Huan, Marquis of Puding, Hu Hai, Marquis of Dongchuan, Zhu Shou, Marquis of Chaga, Bo Herong of Dongguan, and Bo Sangjing of Huixian. Together, surrounded.

Seeing these people, Zhu Yunxi immediately held his breath, and after a while, tears welled up in his eyes, his face flushed a little, and his expression mourned.

Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, walked in front of Zhu Yunxie, glanced at Zhu Yunqi beside him, and then said with a surprised expression: "It turns out that the second master is also here. The old minister has seen the second master."

The people behind him couldn't help scolding Cao Zhen in their hearts.

This guy is good in everything, but this mouth is superfluous.

Zhu Yunwen gave a glance, and didn't care much about the salute of Cao Zhen and others.

These people are not his basic background, and they are all inextricably linked with Zhu Yunxie.

He wanted to find a place for himself, but he didn't want Cao Zhen to see Zhu Yunxi's face over there, so he comforted him in a low voice: "Master, don't be sad, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn."

Than pure filial piety and benevolence?
Zhu Yunxi glanced at Zhu Yunwen beside him from the corner of his eye, facing Cao Zhen and the others, he lamented more and more: "Uncle, there is no holiday, and the general of the country passes away. Regardless of personal or national conditions, as a nephew, as a clan , how can I control myself..."

Zhu Yunxuan on the side heard this, humming in his heart again and again, and became more and more displeased with Zhu Yunxi, the third brother.

Seeing what Zhu Yunxi said, Cao Zhen took the words, stepped forward to separate Zhu Yunxi from Zhu Yunqi, hugged Zhu Yunxi and walked to the other side: "The third master's pure filial piety, benevolence and righteousness are obvious to all ministers! Lord, it's time to look forward now!"

The sound faded away.

Zhu Yunqi was left alone, standing in the cold, wind, rain and fog.

He gritted his teeth, and anger kept flowing in his eyes.

These people have taken themselves seriously!
Why is it that Zhu Yunxi can do whatever he wants by relying on his mother and concubine who has a good status but has passed away for many years.

And I can only endure such humiliation!
The more Zhu Yunwen thought about it, the more dissatisfied he became. With a wave of his sleeves, a cloud of water mist was brought up and disappeared quietly in the mist.

(End of this chapter)