After the separation, the space of Lingquan was filled up, and he was so angry that he went crazy

Leng Xiaohan muttered: "I can go back alone. You and the children stay in the capital, so you don't have to travel back and forth."

Su Yue thought about it for a while and felt that it was feasible. After all, the two children were just one month old and she had just finished her confinement. It was not suitable for traveling long distances, which was reasonable.

"It would be inappropriate if my sister and I don't go back." Wang Youan frowned and said in a deep voice, "We have grown up."

Su Yue sighed softly, with an annoyed look on her face.

It was reasonable for her and her two young children not to go, but since Wang Youning and Wang Youan were so old, it would be hard to convince the public not to go back.

She took a deep breath and thought about it, thinking that it would be impossible not to go back this time.

Wang Yushu is dead, and this is the end of it. As for Wang Dahua, she is a niece, so she shouldn’t be their uncle and aunt’s responsibility after all!

Besides, she is already so old, maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, so it is time for her to talk to her husband's family.

"Then the two older ones and I will go back, and you and the two younger ones will stay in the capital."

Even so, Leng Xiaohan's brows furrowed more and more tightly. It was obvious that he was worried about leaving Su Yue and her son in the capital.

It will probably take half a year to go back and forth.

After feeling his worried gaze, Su Yue bit her lower lip and thought for a moment, then said, "Why don't we go back together? There are too many things going on these days, and there are always worries. When I go back, I treat it like going out to relax and have some fun. "

It had been such a long time since she had been in the capital, and she really wanted to go back to see Chunhua and Tao Bo.

Just thinking about how many months it will take to go back gives me a headache.

"It's okay to go back together."

Leng Xiaohan thought that it was always good to have people around, so that they could take care of each other. Although the journey was hard, you could walk slowly and spend more time looking at the scenery along the way.

After the matter was decided, Leng Xiaohan stood up and said: "Without further delay, I will go and tell the emperor that we need to go back to attend the funeral. At the latest at dawn, tell the servants to prepare everything that needs to be prepared!" "

The emperor also handed him an errand today, so he had to make it clear earlier so as not to delay the errand.

Su Yue nodded and only said: "Then you go early and come back early."

When Leng Xiaohan arrived at the palace, it was completely dark and the palace door was locked, but the guards guarding the door did not dare to stop Leng Xiaohan and directly let him go.

After Jun Wanjing finished handling political affairs, he kept vigil at the Queen Mother's mourning hall.

Under the heavy workload of government affairs and poor sleep at night, his complexion was extremely poor, and his face showed fatigue.

The death of the Queen Mother was a great blow to him, but he was an emperor, and he could not be decadent, give up on himself, or remain immersed in sorrow.

After the flood and plague passed, there was still a big mess waiting for him to clean up.

"Brother Imperial, the Queen has left, you have to take care of yourself."

Jun Wanling's eyes were red and swollen, and he knelt down beside Jun Wanjing in mourning clothes.

Jun Wanjing put the paper money into the brazier without saying a word, and the flames burned fiercely. The flickering firelight shone on his face, making his expression even more gloomy.

Jun Wanling was so sad that she couldn't help crying again.

The two siblings have had a close relationship with their mother since they were children.

The Queen Mother passed away suddenly, and they were not with her when she was dying, leaving her alone. This was an extremely painful thing for them as children.

When I think about it, I can't help but cry, shed tears, and feel sad.

Jun Wanjing listened to his sister's sobbing voice, and then he comforted her: "Don't cry, the deceased is gone, and the mother is worried about you the most. From now on, we must live a good life to live up to the expectations of the mother."

"Brother, it's good if you understand this."

Jun Wanling wiped away her tears and took the opportunity to persuade her: "In the future, you and I, my brother and sister, as well as Yuchen and Yuze, will take turns keeping vigil for our mother, so you don't have to work so hard.

You have to deal with government affairs during the day. If you have to wait here all the time at night, how can your body bear it? "

Jun Wanjing didn't even raise his head and said calmly: "Did the Queen ask you to persuade me?"

Jun Wanling said helplessly: "The emperor's sister-in-law is also worried about your health. She has just recovered from a serious illness and has to deal with the trivial affairs of the entire harem. It is really hard."

When the Queen Mother was dying, the only one who accompanied her was the Queen.

Jun Wanjing was silent again, and then said after a long time: "The queen has also worked hard these days."

Jun Wanling stopped talking and said nothing more, and then the brother and sister quietly burned the paper money.

At this time Kang Lehai walked into the house and bowed to report: "Your Majesty, Marquis Yong'an is here."

What is Leng Xiaohan doing in the palace at this time?

When it came to business, Jun Wanjing's face suddenly became much more serious, and he couldn't help but think of the government affairs that were handed over to Leng Xiaohan today.

He immediately stood up and said: "Go back to Yangxin Hall."

Jun Wanling looked at his leaving figure and could only let out a long sigh.

So what if you are an emperor? What does being a princess mean? Life is still full of disappointments.

After Leng Xiaohan waited for a while in Yangxin Hall, Jun Wanjing came in a hurry.

The first thing he said was: "But something went wrong?"

Leng Xiaohan shook his head and said: "Your Majesty is overly worried. I am not here for public reasons, but for private reasons."

Jun Wanjing slowly sat down on the dragon chair, took a long breath, and then asked: "What's wrong?"

Leng Xiaohan bowed his hands and said solemnly: "In the evening, the escort sent a letter home. My father passed away suddenly. My brother also passed away two years ago. Now there is only one young niece left in the family.

There is no one to take care of the funeral. As a son, he should provide for his father until he dies. I sincerely request your Majesty's permission to allow me to return home with my whole family for the funeral and to accommodate my late father. "

Jun Wanjing pinched his eyebrows with a headache when he heard this. It was a troubled time now, and it was the time for the court to employ people. But he could not force people to stay in the capital.

Baishan filial piety comes first. No matter what, he should let Leng Xiaohan go back.

Originally, Leng Xiaohan had been disgraced to his family after many years of fighting on the battlefield. How could he bear to let him not even be able to attend to his father's funeral?

Besides, the old man has already lost a son. If Leng Xiaohan doesn't go back, won't he be left with no one to care for him until his death?

He had just experienced the pain of losing his mother. Leng Xiaohan must have felt the same as him, and his father was still thousands of miles away.

He had asked Leng Xiaohan before, why didn't he take his old father over with him?

At that time, Leng Xiaohan said that the old man was nostalgic for his hometown, and he did not want to travel too much as he was old, and he just wanted to return to his roots when he was old, so he did not come to the capital.

But I didn’t expect that everyone would be gone in such a short period of time.

"Hey, you express my condolences. I will give you one year to go back and properly prepare for the funeral."

The round-trip journey takes at least half a year, and it takes half a month from the funeral ceremony to the burial, as well as the first seven days, the second week, the third week, and so on.

Seventy-seven and forty-nine days, there are still several months, so a year is about the same.