The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Qingyue wanted to say something, and Rong Jing swallowed her voice, making only two murmurs. She reached for Rong Jing and Rong Jing held her tightly, deepening the kiss. She was quickly stirred up by such enthusiasm, closed her eyes, and responded gently.

After a moment, Rong Jing let go of Yun Qingyue, Ruyu's hand touched her smooth face, and said softly: "I am indeed an adult, and you are an adult. If it is not the wrong time, yesterday..." Half of it was closed, the meaning is self-evident.

Yun Qianyue gasped and looked at Rong Jing in confusion, unable to speak for a while.

Rong Jing suddenly reached out to cover her eyes, closed her eyes, gasped gently, and calmed down.

The wind outside was a bit cold, blowing the curtain of the carriage rustlingly. The breath of the two hovered in the carriage, intertwined, and after a while, it was calm.

Next, without a word, the carriage came to the gate of the palace.

The string song sounded, "Shizi, the palace is here!"

Rong Jing responded, seeing Yun Qiangyue lying on his lap, and reached out and pushed her. Yun Qianyue opened her eyes, stretched her waist lazily, sat up, and flicked open the curtain, looking out.

Countless carriages have been stopped at the gate of the palace. In the past, the flowers were red and green, and the vehicles were bright. Today, they are all wrapped in plain silk. A black or white cloth strip was tied in front of the car.

Yun Qianyue glanced roughly, retracted his gaze, and gently jumped off the car. Rong Jing walked slowly behind Yun Qingyue. The two did not speak and walked towards the palace gate.

Entered the palace gate and went straight to Shengyang Temple.

Today's palace is the same as that day. Some rockery trees are still covered with snow at the branches of trees, and white silk is tied to the corner pavilions.

Came to the Shengyang Temple, the shed outside the Shengyang Temple had gathered a group of black oppressive people, courtiers headed by Ye Tianyi, concubines of the harem headed by the now Queen Mother, and royal children headed by Princess Six and Princess Seven, The monks at the Lingtai Temple headed by the abbot Ciyun, the head masters led by the governor Zhang Daochang, and the eunuchs headed by Brunei.

Everyone seemed ready, waiting for Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue to come.

Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue had just appeared, and everyone's eyes looked in unison.

After reading the edict a few days ago, Yun Qianyue was unable to destroy the edict, and after leaving in a sullen manner, this was the first time to appear in the palace. Everyone looked at the two men who had come from afar. They were still dressed like they used to be, Rong Jing Crescent White Brocade, Yun Qianyue Lavender Ruan Yanluo. The two are like a picture of a magnificent landscape, and anyone who sees them can't help but hold their breath.

No matter how many times I saw the two people together, there is no doubt that each time is amazing and I feel that it is the most suitable. But no one dared to say this kind of match, or express the admiration.

Because there is another seven princes, and a paper to give the marriage decree.

"More and more magnificent, not seeing the imperial emperor's decree in your eyes. Seven brothers, you can just let them go down? Then what is the face of our royal family? You haven't listened to what you are talking about now?" VI The princess looked at the two men, her eyes implied by the fire of jealousy, and she leaned her head towards Ye Tianyi.

Ye Tianyi turned her head and glanced at Princess Liu lightly, without any expression.

What the Sixth Princess wanted to say, touched Ye Tianyi's gaze, and suddenly silenced.

Ye Tianyi withdrew his eyes and instructed Brunei, "Go to Prince De Mansion to see why the little prince has not come yet?"

"Yes!" Brunei answered quickly.

Rong Jing and Yun Qiangyue were near, everyone's eyes were clearly visible. Yun Qianyue's gaze skipped over the faces of familiar and unfamiliar people, and finally settled on the queen mother.

The Empress Dowager is still in a big red dress. It was particularly striking among the concubines dressed in plain fabric. I haven't seen them for a few days. It seems to be a lot thinner and haggard. Apart from the bulging belly in front of her, the clothes are loose and loose, almost not humanoid, and his face is not as bright as before, as if all the essence has been absorbed, like a tree, The essence was drained, leaving only the bark. Suddenly her heart was cold.

The empress sees Yun Qianyue, beckoning gently to her, "Yue'er, come to my aunt!"

Yun Qianyue converged, and walked past with her eyes closed. Just standing in front of the queen back, the queen queen reached out and took her hand. Awkwardly said: "Do you know how many people worry about you? Such silly things can never be done again!"

"As long as no one forces me, I will never do it." Yun Qingyue felt the queen's hand was cold, and then replied: "Why don't aunt wear more, hug a hand stove!"

"When you warm my aunt's hand by my side, my aunt won't feel cold." The empress smiled lovingly.

"My hands are warm, and I don't have a hand warmer." Yun Qianyue glanced behind the queen mother and said to Grandma Guan, "Grandma, get a hand stove for Auntie!"

"Miss Qianyue, the first emperor's funeral, although the weather is cold, but the deceased is the big one, the empress dowager was supposed to give a big gift, and now she is thinking of the emperor in her belly, this kneeling ceremony will not work, but this thing in the furnace is blasphemy against the Lord There is no such rule." Zhang Daochang, headed by Qin Tianjian, said immediately.

"The rules are set by people! Master Zhang, if you freeze the emperor in the womb of the queen mother, who said you will bear this responsibility? Can you be responsible?" Yun Qianyue looked at Zhang Daochang.

Elder Zhang Dao's face was white, and he was speechless for a moment, looking at Ye Tianyi.

"The mother's special circumstances, the father and the son, can understand the mother's hard work." Ye Tianyi glanced at Zhang Daochang, and asked Grandma Guan, "Grandma, go and give the mother a stove!"

"Yes!" Grandma Guan went immediately.

Yun Qingyue stopped talking, and no one spoke out, and this place became silent.

Not long after, Grandma Guan took the hand stove, Yun Qianyue reached out and took it, tucked it into the queen mother's hand. The queen mother gave Yun Qingyue a gentle look and said with a smile: "Yue'er still knows her aunt coldly and warmly."

Yun Qianyue smiled, looking at the queen mother's skinny body with a bit sour eyes, and whispered: "As long as my aunt can do well, I will be happy!"

The queen mother patted Yun Qiangyue's head, and her eyes were a little wet.

"The regent king, Ji Shi is about to start, and the little prince hasn't come yet. Will he send someone to urge him again?"

Ye Tianyi looked towards the palace gate and did not speak.

"Regent, should the old minister urge the dogs?" Prince German had already been unable to stand, Rong Jing and Yun Qianyue had arrived, and Ye Qingran had not yet come. He is always a descendant of the royal family, so naturally he has to participate.

"Wait for a while, Ye Qingye will not come." Ye Tianyi shook her head.

The regent Wang Wenyan could only nod his head and looked anxiously in the direction of the palace gate.

After waiting for a while, as Jiji approached, Ye Qingran finally appeared in the sight of everyone. Still dressed as usual, dressed as always, but everyone still feels that today's dyed little prince is different from the past. No more publicity, no more free and easy, but a sharpened sharpness of a sword emanating from the heart.

He walked steadily, step by step, and the shadow of the past disappeared.

Yun Qingyue looked at Ye Qingran, and suddenly a bleakness emerged from the bottom of his heart. This kind of desolation was like yesterday when he stood in her courtyard, making her feel cold all over. She withdrew her eyes and dropped her eyelids when she did not see him.

Everyone looked at Ye Qingran, and no one spoke.

Not long after, Ye Qingran came outside the Shengyang Temple, and the hourglass was pointing at the right time.

"Let's start!" Ye Tianyi commanded Qin Tianjian.

Zhang Daochang nodded quickly, took a square cloth from his sleeve, unfolded the cloth, his hand shook, and the square cloth was thrown out of his hand, set in midair. He shouted, "The emperor of Daxing died, funeral!"

"Long live the emperor, long live, long live!" The hundred officials of the military and martial arts, the concubines of the harem, and the monks of the Lingtai Temple all knelt together.

Except for the queen and Yun Qianyue, those who did not kneel had only Rong Jing.

"Jing Shizi, why not kneel?" Ye Tianyi knelt on the ground and looked at Rong Jing.

Rong Jing has been standing quietly since his arrival. At this moment, he heard the words and looked at the old emperor's coffin: "The first emperor once decided that Rong Jing would not kneel. He would not kneel in life, nor kneel in death."

Ye Tianyi looked at Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue said lightly: "Although I did not get the permission of the emperor's uncle, but he was alive, I did not kneel or blame. Now that I die without kneeling, he will not blame."

Ye Tianyi withdrew her gaze and stopped speaking. No one spoke.

Zhang Daochang glanced at Rong Jing, Yun Qianyue and Ye Tianyi, and began to recite the words on the square cloth.

Yun Qianyue looked at the piece of cloth hanging over the sky, thinking that this Dao Chang was a bit capable, but this was nothing more than the energy he used. The full text on it was nothing more than the life of the old emperor. Meritorious service. The emperors of all dynasties have died, and they all like to commend the merits without saying wrongs. After the death of the old emperor, it was no exception.

After reading a full song of praise and virtue, Zhang Daochang's business was over, he took back the square cloth and looked at Lord Yun.

Lord Yun is in charge of the ritual department, and the emperor's funeral ceremony is naturally presided over by the ceremonial department.

Lord Yun Yun stood up, and also took a square cloth from his sleeve. He had no martial arts, and naturally spread it out in his hands. He shouted, "The emperor of Daxing is dying for fun, mourning!" Practice tribute ceremony!"

Abbot Ciyun and the monks sat cross-legged and chanted verses.

Everyone listened quietly, the whole palace was full of chanting sounds.

After half an hour, the chanting sound was finished. Lord Yun shouted again, "Emperor Daxing's funeral, funeral! From the second pattern onwards, the new emperor commanded Wenwu hundred officials to express condolences!"

The queen mother walked to the old emperor's coffin with her hand stove, and Brunei immediately presented paper money. She gently put it in the brazier in front of the coffin. The paper money met the charcoal fire and rushed.

"The regent king condolences!" Lord Yun shouted again.

Ye Tianyi stepped forward and Brunei presented the paper money again. He knocked three times and put the paper money in the brazier.