The hazy sky is covered with sadness, connecting the Xuande Hall wrapped in white silk, as if a grand snowfall fell in Tianfu City, trying to freeze the passing time and the people who disappeared in the passage of time.

A group of monks recited scriptures together, while overcoming the tribulation for the ancestors, they also prayed for the prosperity of the Great Zhou Dynasty for a hundred years.

Under the instructions of Lord Xiang, Shen Yiyu burned incense and worshipped the emperor. The paper money that had been thrown into the fire was like his heart, and he wanted to be reborn from the fire.

Shen Yiyu, who was just for the last emperor to keep a few days, seemed to have spent a long period of time, and the day and night had changed a lot, perhaps because he mourned his father's departure, or because he mourned the little life he could have welcomed dissipated into the mother's fetus.

Not only did Rando not want to eat or eat, he didn't even want to say a word, as if her life had passed away with the fetus in her womb.

Shen Yiyu fainted for half a night due to Lando's miscarriage. Fortunately, Doctor Zhao was always by his side, which made him wake up quickly and did not miss the funeral of the First Emperor because of fainting.

Concubine Xuan wanted to discipline Shen Yiyu's private hiding concubine in the East Palace, but when she heard that Landuo's miscarriage did not go to the palace to disturb her, she only asked Xiao Luzi to choose some supplements and send them there.

After all, people who are mothers are looking forward to the birth of their children's biological flesh and blood, so when Concubine Xuan heard about an unexpected incident, she couldn't help but feel sad, and she didn't want to bother at this sensitive moment.

However, Dugu Xiaomeng did not care about the prince's previous unreasonable attitude and volunteered to move to the East Palace to take care of Lando, but unexpectedly, he was driven out of the East Palace by the awakened Shen Yiyu.

So much so that she was so angry that she didn't even want to come to Xuande Palace. If Shen Yi hadn't persuaded her, Dugu Xiaomeng would have been angry and not mourning, not keeping her vigilant or attending the funeral ceremony of the late emperor.

But as the crown princess, Dugu Xiaomeng is like a puppet doll with her hands and feet bound. She can only mechanically obey the royal arrangements and has no right to choose freedom. Because all her words and deeds affect the safety of Dugu's mansion, she cannot be willful in her father's situation of being unkind and unrighteous.

At this moment, Dugu Xiaomeng gave the late emperor a nine-worship ceremony, took the sandalwood handed over by Shen Yiyu, and inserted it into the incense burner filled with ashes. This continued incense symbolized the endless rule of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

After the couple wore mourning clothes to Concubine Xuan, the Concubine put on a big gift, and the Concubine covered the foot of the last emperor with a piece of soil from the top of the mountain from the Five Mountains, indicating that the Great Zhou Dynasty was in good weather and also helped the Emperor escape from the sea of ​​suffering and reach the top of the paradise forever.

All the palace people and court officials present covered the old emperor with white chrysanthemums. While observing silence for him, they also hoped that the prosperous era of the Great Zhou Dynasty would last forever.

"The Immortal Emperor~ The Spirit~" Eunuch Su and Lord Xiang said in unison.

Everyone half-kneeled behind the golden coffin inlaid with jade, and kept sending them out of Xuan'an Gate.

Shen Yiyu was lifted up by a group of palace servants and used his only strength to lift the burning fire-like pot and smashed it at the bronze golden cicada that was tall in front of him.

So the silent Tianfu City instantly wailed, as if natural disasters and man-made disasters were coming, causing sentient beings to cry for it.

The previous silence forms a strong contrast with the noise at this moment. The more tolerant he was before, the more sad he was now. From the imperial concubines and princesses to the subjects and militias, they all cried out loudly, as if they wanted to influence God to return the virtuous Wu Emperor to the world.

Looking at the funeral procession that could not be seen, Yun Wan pulled Xueqing and knelt down aside, sobbing softly. The silk-white silk satin and the fresh white chrysanthemum fence all showed the sadness of the deceased.

Yunguan immediately fell into the pain of saying goodbye. In a blink of an eye, her father had left her for more than a year and three months, but she had not found the murderer who murdered her father. This made Yunguan both guilty and anxious.

The team that gave the funeral of the Emperor slowly passed by, and Xue Qing dared to ask Yunguan, who was crying, "Master, are you okay?"

"I'm pretty good~" Yunguan quickly wiped away her tears and squeezed out a smile with difficulty.

"Master, I know, you remembered the master again, but... if the master is alive, he will definitely not be able to see you as sad as you are~" Xue Qing didn't know what to say to comfort her.

"Don't persuade me, what you said... I understand everything~" Yunguan sighed softly, "Oh~ I just sigh that time flies~"

"Master, if you lose your parents, cry quickly. Don't bear it in your heart, and you will become sick!" Xue Qing even spoke quite elegantly since she learned to read and read, but she would occasionally use the wrong words.

"My parents are no longer here..." Although Yunguan is calm on the surface, she is actually in pain in her heart. Only those who have lost their close relatives will understand the bone-broken pain.

"Oh~ It's all my fault for using the wrong word. I just know the sadness in my master's heart, which is so sad that it is so sad that it is so heartbroken that it is heartbroken..." Xue Qing listed all the idioms she could think of.

"Okay, okay, if you describe me like you, you won't curse me as ill as you do!" Yunguan gently pinched Xueqing's cheek.

"It's okay if my master smiles. I just hope that my master will have a peaceful life for the rest of his life!" Xue Qing squinted her eyes and smiled, as if two crescent moons were hanging on the corners of her eyes.

"As long as you are all well... I will be satisfied with the years!" Yunguan hopes that everyone around her who cares about can find perfect happiness, although she is not very clear about what perfection is.

"Master, do we need to go to the imperial tomb to see it~" Xue Qing was curious for no reason.

"I am not a relative or a court official, so how can I be qualified to go to the imperial tomb to bury the former emperor?" Yunguan asked back.

"The master is considered half a relative! It's just that the third prince was unable to come back in time!" Xue Qing said the more she said, the lower her voice became.

"Why are you talking about him?" Yunguan was very calm.

"Why is the master still angry with the third prince?" Xue Qing was worried.

"I'm not a little petty!" Yunguan looked into the distance, "This farewell on a hundred miles long street is really a funeral for the whole country!"

"Yes, yes! The funeral team is so large, can we just stay outside the imperial tomb?" Xue Qing had been to the imperial tomb because of Master Han's affairs, so she didn't think it was such a sacred and inviolable place.

"What do you think? Being able to stay outside the imperial tomb is a gift. If it were a long time ago... there were a large number of people who were buried with the burial, tens of thousands!" Yunguan deliberately said it more heavily to dispel Xue Qing's curiosity. Those rumors were just a few words in ancient books and classics, and it is difficult for anyone to verify the authenticity.

"Ah! So terrifying?" Xue Qing felt creepy when she thought of the mass pit.

The master and servant who did not go to the imperial tomb could only stand on the street to discuss sadness, but they did not know that there were countless people in the imperial tomb counting sadness.
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