Chiwuxing

The son is so stupid that he has no doubt that he can be imprisoned for the crime of slander and frame because of what he said, but frankly teach him to believe him willingly.

Feng Ru couldn't help but ask again: "When did your mother die?"

"When I was 12."

"Who took care of you afterward?"

"No one is watching."

Feng Ru felt incredible, and said: "Then you are still young, how do you live?"

Fu Chen smiled calmly: "In the mountains, even wild wolves and lone beasts can find a way to survive, let alone a person with sound limbs like me?... Later, when I moved to the Imperial Capital, I got the help of the Prime Minister."

The young man's cheeks are thin and fair, his eyebrows are clear and clear, and his straight nose casts a small shadow on the side, picking up the handsomeness under the osmanthus branches on a moonlit night.If it weren't for plain clothes and a little pretense, he would be a talented person in the imperial capital at that time.

This is the honored guest in the palace, but he will be exiled to the prostitution.

Feng Ru didn't speak, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Fu Chen stared at the calligraphy handwriting, and with a bit of timidity, asked: "I... still want to touch it now, is that okay?"

How could Feng Ru refuse, whispering: "If you want to take it away, you can."

Fu Chen shook his head to show that he had no such intention.

He walked forward slowly in a few steps, and lightly touched the word "husband" at the end with his fingertips. The scroll was already rough, but he felt that there was strength passing through the rough texture.

As soon as the word "Zhang" is drawn down, the pen is sharp and powerful, as if it is really using this pen to measure a thousand hectares of land and thousands of people's hearts.

Yu Jia, he had some faults that he couldn't forgive, but Yu Guo was a real man who made him admire him.

The sad news was announced to the world, and the palace was a little more solemn than usual because of the death of King Yu.

Zong Zhengqiu sat behind the table, raised his pen several times, and put it down every time.

The emperor ordered: "Call Jiang Hua over here."

The servant on the side led the order out of the hall.

Zong Zhengqiu put his pen aside and got up.

There are many historical sites of famous people in the imperial study room. The calligraphy and painting on the wall are simple and full of rhyme, wrapped in elegant poems.

He paced around the hall for a long while, finally saw Rui Xin's indistinct blood gleam through the ancient painting, and the feeling in his heart was unspeakable.

After a while, Jiang Hua entered the palace.

"My servant greets His Majesty."

"Flat body."

It was rare for Jiang Hua to change into a plain black dress. At this time, the smiling face was also pursed, and he obeyed orders.

Zong Zhengqiu sat back on his chair and said calmly, "How about the funeral ceremony for King Yu?"

Jiang Hua considered the words and sentences: "The slaves are arranged according to the funeral ceremony of the royal family and princes. Now the writing of the mausoleum name, mourning book, posthumous book and other documents are all in place, but... the specific memorial ceremony needs to be discussed. Because Recently, the stone road in the mountains has been covered with snow, and I wanted to postpone the delay, but the heavy snow continued, and the cleaning was not in time, and the coffin of His Royal Highness King Yu is also urgently waiting to be buried here, so I am afraid it will be too late."

"What should I do then? It's not a happy event after all, so we can't keep delaying it." Zong Zhengqiu narrowed his eyes and said.

As usual, this should be the emperor's decision. Seeing Qi Te, he asked himself again. Jiang Hua speculated on the emperor's consistent thinking, and said: "The slave thinks that it is a big deal to enter the mausoleum as early as possible. As for the formal ceremony, why not transfer it to King Yu's mansion for the time being?" Although the management is a bit cruder than the imperial temple, the slaves will definitely ensure that the etiquette is complete during the process, and there is no room for neglect."

There was a long silence.

Jiang Hua couldn't help raising his head to glance at the emperor's expression, and found that Zong Zhengqiu was just staring at the painting on the wall, and couldn't figure out what it meant for a moment.

"I remember, King Yu has no family descendants now?"

Hearing the emperor's words, Jiang Hua felt a little relieved, and replied, "Exactly."

"Nowadays the Nanban is in turmoil, and the national treasury is tight. Blindly publicizing the mourning of King Yu will inevitably increase discouragement."

"Exactly," Jiang Hua said immediately, "I think that if we don't do it in a simple way for now, His Highness must have been frugal during his lifetime, so I think he will approve of this trip."

The emperor waved his hand back: "That's all."

According to historical records: At the beginning of the 32nd year of Yanmin Emperor Xisheng, the wind was severe in the middle of winter, and all the flowers withered.The barbarians set fire to the boat and broke the Yan army's ambush.Yu Wang Xixu died in the lower reaches of the Jinhe River in Tongcheng.The emperor wanted to go to the ancestral temple for the mourning ceremony for Yu, but it was covered with heavy snow and the road was impassable, so it stopped there.