The Beloved in the Palm

Chapter 323 Extra 1: Zhao Xufeng

The ceremony of the coronation ceremony was long and cumbersome.

But it didn't matter.

From the moment Xue Qingyin sat down, an eunuch eagerly took a soft pillow to cushion her waist, and then put a hand warmer in her arms, and did not forget to put a hot water bottle under her feet.

Then another wave of hot mist rose, and the fragrance drifted with it.

The eunuch began to put stoves, pots, snacks, wine and meat on the table...

When the ministers paid homage to the new emperor one by one, Xue Qingyin was eating Bo Xia Gong.

When they reported their scope of authority and recent government affairs, Xue Qingyin was eating Bo Xia Gong.

When entertaining the ministers, they ate cold food, and Xue Qingyin finally ate slowly.

In this winter weather, how can cold food compare with hot food?

But at the banquet, there has always been only cold food.

Xue Qingyin stopped eating, but the aroma of heat penetrated everyone's nose, so that after the coronation ceremony, they didn't remember anything else, but just remembered how tempting that pot was.

One by one, they returned home, and their wives came to greet them. The anxiety on their faces also disappeared after they smelled the aroma.

"I thought something might happen today, and I was worried that the master's stubborn temper would cause bloodshed on the spot."

"Why do you smell like meat? Wait, is it possible that someone was boiled in the hall?"

Facing the wife's horrified eyes, the man sighed heavily: "Nonsense! How could the new emperor be so cruel? If it gets out, you and I will kill all nine clans!"

"Today, someone in the palace is eating Boxia Gong." The man said, and he felt uncomfortable all over, and said: "Ask the kitchen to make a bowl of hot soup noodles."

The wife nodded repeatedly, and when she left, she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Boxia Gong, it has been popular in the capital recently. It is said that there is a manor outside the city that is very good at making this thing... But who dares to eat it in the palace?"

"Princess Xuan. ... No, Queen."

"Then it's okay."

Such conversations also happened in other palaces.

After all, it was said at the beginning that it was to clear the court, and everyone still believed it. But when the Anxi Army entered the imperial city, all the palaces were guarded in the name of protection.

If you still can't see the intention of King Xuan, then you are really stupid.

Since it is a "rebellion", it is inevitable to worry that your husband at home will be beheaded on the spot because he will not yield in the court...

Fortunately, everything is over.

The capital has returned to its former tranquility, and walking on the street, you can only smell the cold plum blossoms in winter.

A carriage slowly rolled over the bluestone road.

Passers-by only saw the majestic team following the carriage, but they didn't know that the new emperor and queen were sitting inside.

According to the current customs, women should stay in bed for at least one month after giving birth. During this month, the doors and windows should be closed, no wind can be seen, and they cannot go out. They should be fed and drunk every day, and thick smoke should be smoked to dispel blood...

Not only that, there are also children who can only be fed by wet nurses, and wives cannot see their husbands because the blood will be transferred to their husbands...

Xue Qingyin had a headache after hearing this.

It's better to strangle me to death directly.

At this moment, Xue Qingyin wrapped herself in a cloak, put on a fluffy hat, and accompanied by King Xuan, no... He Junting, went out of the palace to pick up the young master outside the city gate.

With the palace maids and He Junting waiting, there was no need to worry about being tired.

"We're here." Du Hongxue's voice sounded outside the carriage.

He was in charge of leading the horse today.

"Are we at the city gate?" Xue Qingyin lifted the curtain and was about to rush out, but was grabbed by He Junting.

"I'll hold you." He said.

Xue Qingyin shook her head: "Don't, your wounds haven't healed yet."

"... It's already healed, Yinyin."

"Don't let me fall if you can't hold me steady."

"..."

However, these words were very effective, and they persuaded He Junting.

Xue Qingyin stepped on the footstool in front to get off the carriage, and He Junting held her skirt from behind.

Not long after getting off the carriage, a group of people were seen galloping over on horseback.

The leader was Zhao Xufeng.

If you ignore his expression that is obviously different from that of an ordinary person, he looks extremely brave at this moment.

When he arrived, he turned over and dismounted, staggering.

Then he walked straight to Xue Qingyin, opened his mouth, but could not utter a word.

Zhao Xufeng was even thinner, with a sharp jaw. There was snow on his head that he had not brushed off, and at first glance it looked like his hair had turned white overnight.

He was very tired and haggard, and his eyes were dull.

"Afeng, we are leaving." Xue Qingyin said.

Zhao Xufeng's dull eyes slowly shed tears.

The body of Duke Zhao was parked in the Duke's Mansion.

Zhao Xufeng followed Xue Qingyin and the others back to the mansion. This home that was so familiar in the past had changed its appearance.

White banners were hung everywhere.

"Young Master? The Young Master is back!" The servants in the mansion cried out after being shocked.

Without the Duke, even the chief steward Zhao who had followed him for many years had gone with him. For a while, there was no backbone in the mansion...

How could he not be excited to see the young master coming back?

As long as the young master was still there, there would be someone to hold up the door.

But soon, this person lowered his head in disappointment again, and said very sadly: "According to the rules, relatives should change the burial clothes for the Duke before the burial. But this... the young master is the only relative left. The young master..."

Don't even mention changing the burial clothes for the Duke.

He can't even dress himself.

There's probably no hope that the door can be held up...

"He can wear it." Xue Qingyin said as she stepped into the door.

How could the people in the Duke's mansion not recognize her?

He was shocked when he saw her and quickly saluted. Who knew that Xue Qingyin came in, followed by someone...

"Meet the queen, meet your majesty!" After the man said it, he felt it was inappropriate. But he did see the queen first!

Fortunately, he looked carefully and found that there was no anger on the new emperor's face.

The new emperor only looked at the queen, his eyes fixed on her.

"A Feng, can you change your father's clothes, right?" Xue Qingyin looked at Zhao Xufeng.

Zhao Xufeng was stunned and didn't seem to understand.

But Xue Qingyin still pushed him towards the coffin.

This snow season is long, and with the use of embalming materials, Zhao Guogong's body has not yet emitted a peculiar smell.

Zhao Xufeng clung to the coffin and buried his head in it.

He stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar face seriously.

Fell asleep.

he thought.

At this time, the servant came over holding the shroud.

"Young Master...please."

Zhao Xufeng stared at it, then raised his hand and threw it to the ground.

The servant's eyes suddenly turned red: "This, this... the young master can't accept the death of the grand master."

Xue Qingyin looked at Zhao Xufeng's expression and whispered: "No. You don't like the shroud, right?"

Zhao Xufeng nodded, looking stubborn.

The servant said in a stunned voice: "But this is the shroud that the Duke himself chose for himself when he was alive."

Xue Qingyin frowned and said, "Let's change."

The servant looked confused: "What to change?"

"Any clean armor?"

"……have."

After a while, someone brought a pair of armor over.

This thing is heavy.

But Zhao Xufeng was as strong as an ox. With one hand, he helped his biological father sit up from the coffin. With the other hand, he grabbed the armor and began to change his blood-stained clothes clumsily.

The armor collided with the coffin from time to time, making a muffled sound.

But everyone was patiently waiting for him...

Finally, the armor was put on.

Finally, put on shoes.

It took him a long time, but in the end, this silly little father-in-law, who could only be dressed by others, finally dressed his father with his own hands.

He stood there blankly and stared for a while.

Well, more like sleeping.

"Okay?" Xue Qingyin asked.

Zhao Xufeng nodded without crying.

The servant reminded him: "Young Master, you have to kowtow to the Duke..."

Zhao Xufeng knelt down and kowtowed several times.

Finally, he opened the pocket at his waist and poured the soil on Zhao Guogong's body.

Seeing this, the servant felt miserable and helpless: "Young Master! Oh, my Young Master, what are you doing?"

Xue Qingyin interrupted the servant's voice and asked: "A Feng, where is the soil?"

Zhao Xufeng said: "A'Niang." He paused and said again: "A Niang. A Niang's soil."

He didn't say this while looking at Xue Qingyin. He was obviously referring to his own mother.

The servant also reacted and patted his thigh: "Did the young master go to dig the soil from the grave of the Duke's wife?"

This, this...

Zhao Xufeng didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He stumbled and explained: "I like it, and dad will also like it."

Xue Qingyin told him firmly: "Well, your father will like it. He likes it if you dress him, and he also likes it if you give him soil."

Zhao Xufeng smiled.

The servant sighed heavily, and understood the meaning, and couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes.

Maybe that shroud is really bad.

Perhaps it would be best for the Duke of Guo to leave with the majestic image in the heart of the young Duke.

Izumi Izumi, the Duke of the country, would also lament that his stupid son actually had his own ideas. If the silly son can dress him, he can also take care of himself.

After that, the Duke was sent off for burial.

After the burial, the people in the mansion recognized a cousin from the Xu family and came to the mansion as the Duke of Guo had always wanted to do but failed to do it.

Anyway, now that Xue Qingyin is the queen, they don't have to worry about recognizing one more person and snatching what belongs to Xue Qingyin.

Zhao Xufeng's time digging for earthworms and catching fish gradually became less and less.

It's not like he grew up overnight.

It's just that he went into the palace to meet the prince.

Well, Prince.

A prince who doesn't even have enough money for one month.

The little prince now only knows how to eat whatever he wants.

In this world, innocent hearts are always connected.

Zhao Xufeng likes to accompany this little prince very much, and he is very good at taking care of him.

This was probably because his father had taken care of him like a child for decades, and those behaviors and habits were deeply imprinted in his mind without even realizing it.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but say: "Mama, that's pretty good."