Phoenix Hairpin - Chapter 682

[Chapter 682]

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Li Jing slept for more than an hour, and quietly got up before the fifth watch.

At this time, it was not yet dawn.

The soft and hazy candlelight passed through the layers of gauze and fell on Lu Mingyu’s sleeping face.

The icy and heroic face seemed extraordinarily soft at this time, and even had a bit of fragility that was not usually present.

Li Jing’s heart was full of tenderness.

He didn’t dare to lean over to kiss her face, for fear of waking her up.

He tiptoed off the couch, and lightly dressed and put on shoes.

The slight sound still woke Lu Mingyu up.

Lu Mingyu has practiced martial arts all the year round, and her ears are extremely sensitive. When she woke up from a deep sleep, she was still a little confused when she opened her eyes: “It’s not dawn yet, where are you going?”

Li Jing whispered: “I’ll go to the mourning hall to kneel, you continue to sleep! I guess I don’t have time to come back during the day, so I’ll quietly go back to the East Palace tonight.”

Lu Mingyu hummed.

After Li Jing left, Lu Mingyu slept for another two hours.

I slept enough, and I feel very good.

Qiyun waited for Lu Mingyu to wash up briefly, and then waited for the master to change the dressing, while whispering: “Early this morning, the Queen Mother sent someone to deliver a letter, and the three little highnesses went to the inner mourning hall to kneel.”

Lu Mingyu was lying on the bed and couldn’t move, so naturally he couldn’t kneel, and only changed into filial attire.

Li Jue, Li Xuan, and Li Cong, three of them, went to the Jiaofang Temple early this morning to kneel.

Lu Mingyu said softly, “Have Princess Hui’an and Princess Jing’an entered the palace?”

Qiyun nodded: “The two princesses and the concubine have both entered the palace and knelt down. Concubine Meng’s corpse is not qualified to be placed in the mourning hall, and a small mourning hall has been set up. I heard that Princess Jing’an was about to faint from crying.”

For Princess Jing’an, it was a real disaster.

In just a few days, she lost her father, brother, and uncle, and now even her mother is gone.

Lu Mingyu didn’t have a sympathy for Concubine Meng, and didn’t feel that Concubine Meng’s death deserved any pity. She said lightly, “What the eldest prince has done has nothing to do with Jing’an. As long as she lives with the concubine, no one will to trouble her.”

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, “Did the fourth prince and the fourth prince concubine go to the mourning hall?”

All the palaces in the harem were stared at, and every move could not be concealed from the eyes and ears of the Eastern Palace.

Qiyun replied: “His Royal Highness asked the fourth prince to send a letter to the fourth prince. The fourth prince’s injuries were not yet healed, so he was helped into the mourning hall. The fourth prince and concubine went to the inner mourning hall and knelt down. Also, there is a high-level order outside the palace. Madam, everyone entered the palace early this morning to kneel. There was a lot of kneeling in the Jiaofang Hall.”

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There are more people.

Lu Mingyu couldn’t go, and all this trivial matter was on Queen Qiao.

Lu Mingyu couldn’t help but sighed, “I don’t know when I’ll be able to stay.”

Qiyun’s spirit tightened, and she immediately said: “The imperial doctor specially told me not to stay for two months. After two months, let’s see how the injury is recovering.”

“Everything in the world is taken care of by the Empress and Her Royal Highness. The three little princes are all grown up and sensible. The Empress doesn’t care about anything, just focus on taking care of your body.”

Lu Mingyu chuckled: “Okay, I will listen to you.”

Qiyun pursed her lips and smiled: “The slave and maid are bold and talkative, don’t take it to heart.”

As soon as Li Jing came back, Lu Mingyu’s burden was lifted off his body, and he was in a particularly good mood. He smiled softly: “No one else dares to care about me, nor dare to talk too much. I will always listen to what you say.”

There was a funeral in the palace, so the master and servant both talked and laughed, and then they stopped.

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Li Jing knelt down in the daytime, and quietly returned to the East Palace at the third watch in the evening.

Return to the mourning hall in less than five watch.

In all, I only close my eyes for less than two hours a day.

The courtiers pretended to be deaf and dumb, just pretending they didn’t know.

His Royal Highness is still injured, and kneeling is the most consuming of physical strength.

But you can’t wear down His Royal Highness.

One emperor and one courtier.

The remains of Emperor Yongjia have not yet been buried, and the courtiers have automatically and spontaneously regarded His Royal Highness as the new emperor, and they are always thinking of His Royal Highness.

All officials will kneel, the world will be mourned, and all the political affairs of the country will be put on hold for the time being.

The memorials presented from various places are piled up together, and no one cares.

After the first seven days, Qiao Ge said to His Royal Highness the prince tremblingly: “It will take seven, seven and forty-nine days to stop. One or two.”

In the folks, the first seven-one can be buried.

The funeral of the Son of Heaven lasts seven to seventy-nine days.

It is really inappropriate to ignore political affairs for such a long time.

Great Wei has a vast territory, and more than a hundred counties, large and small, have a pile of memorials every day.

Li Jing pondered for a while, and said in a low voice, “I have to stay in the mourning hall. Just ask the old man and several ministers to work in two shifts, and take turns to see the memorial. It doesn’t matter, just watch the disposal. It’s very important, and come back to report.”

Old Qiao Ge also had this intention, and quickly responded.

The next day, Yang Shangshu of the Ministry of War brought a memorial into the mourning hall, and whispered to His Royal Highness the prince for instructions: “The Marquis of Puyang has the memorial, and wants to enter the palace to kneel for the emperor.”

The Marquis of Puyang was safe.

There was no call in the palace, and he stayed in the military camp all the time.

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The civil and military capitals of the Manchu Dynasty came to kneel.

As a military general and the cousin of Emperor Yongjia’s direct relative, he should always come to the mourning hall to kowtow and keep the spirit.

Li Jing did not agree immediately.

He quietly got up and went to the quiet side hall, and asked his father-in-law Lu Lin to come over to discuss the matter: “…Father-in-law, is it appropriate to call the Marquis of Puyang into the palace now?”

Lu Lin’s eyes flashed, and he said lightly, “The Marquis of Puyang has to do his duty as a courtier, and of course His Highness cannot stop him. Rest assured, Your Highness, the situation in the capital is now settled, and the Marquis of Puyang will not be able to overcome the storm.”

With Puyang Marquis as a person, he didn’t dare to move before, and now he doesn’t dare to move.

This memorial is also for the sake of all his own face.

As a courtier, you can’t help but kneel.

Li Jing sighed softly: “I think so too. However, I still asked my father-in-law, and I feel more at ease.”

Lu Lin’s heart warmed when he heard such a heartfelt words.

He raised his eyebrows at Li Jinglue and whispered, “Don’t worry, Your Highness! The overall situation is set, and no one can shake His Highness’s position.”

Weng’s son-in-law looked at each other tacitly.

Li Jing has not yet ascended the throne and cannot use the imperial seal.

It was proposed that, using the seal of the East Palace, the Duke of Puyang was summoned to the palace to kneel.

One day later, the Marquis of Puyang, who was wearing a filial robe, entered the palace.

Before entering the palace, his horses and weapons were left outside the palace gate.

Only four personal soldiers were brought into the palace.

These four personal soldiers were also unarmed and did not even enter the door of Wenhua Hall.

The Marquis of Puyang entered the mourning hall alone.

Civil and military officials are all kneeling, and everyone is wearing white filial attire. At first glance, they are pale.

Marquis of Puyang came in with eyes wide open, knelt down in front of Emperor Yongjia’s coffin, banged his head three times, and then held onto the coffin and wept, “Your Majesty, this minister is late!”

[End of this Chapter]