169. If you reject someone, your brother will do it with pleasure. [Please reward, please recommend, please collect]

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[Mengmeng said] I feel a low mood, and I have my own affairs and others' affairs. Some people's minds are so stubborn that people want to slap a few times. Mengmeng will never play the role of a close sister again.

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On the seventh day of the national mourning, the First Emperor was buried, and the coffin was transported to the imperial tomb and buried with the First Emperor.

Instead of burning incense and praying at the time of Mao, the family was taken to the street to give gifts to the emperor. To be precise, the elders and elder brothers and fourth brothers were not qualified to attend.

There were already many people standing respectfully on both sides, mostly ordinary people. Sun Feng didn’t know whether it was spontaneous or the provisions of national funerals.

I didn't catch up with a certain era, and I sent the Prime Minister a ten-mile long street to experience the national funeral of ancient people from beginning to end here.

After standing for a while, I saw the shadow of the funeral team from the end of the street. There was no ritual and musical guard to lead the way. I saw eight black horses, covered with white silk, white silk, hanging white horse saddles, and dragging the tall coffin on the carriage.

The golden nanmu is still fragrant nanmu. Sun Feng couldn't recognize it. He only saw the polishing of the four edges and eight corners, and some incomprehensible symbols and pictures with exquisitely carved golden paint.

"Kneel!" The gift sounded.

The crowd began to kneel down one by one, and Sun Feng sighed in her heart and then knelt down.

Since kneeling on both knees and being reborn in this dynasty with unknown history, even if I entered the palace many times and met Emperor Yu and Crown Princess, I have never kneeled like this before. It feels really bad to kneel down.

The coffin of a generation of emperors was pulled by the uniform hooves of the black horse and slowly arrived. Such silence made Sun Feng feel sad.

I don't know who started, but there were vague crying around me. Gradually, more and more people were crying, and the sound was getting higher and higher. Sun Feng, who was hiding beside his elder brother, secretly raised his head and looked up.

Then, my upper body was trembling.

When the old man Yu Huang passed away, he was almost eighty years old. At this age, he was considered a joyful delight. If he said he wanted to cry, Sun Feng would be there that night and could not cry.

To put it more, what a generation of doctors needs is the kindness of doctors, and what is more important is to see through life and death. There are only five or six chances of being able to save the ten in the emergency room. One is sad for one to die, and the other is sad. If she can't pass the internship period, she will

I have to lie on the bed in the emergency room.

Following Yuhuang's carriage were his princes and grandchildren, Yu Yujue, Yu Yuang, Yu Yuyun, and then Yu Yiqin, Yu Yiqin, Yu Yisheng, Yu Yicheng, Yu Yide

Yu Yiyun, each wearing mourning clothes according to the regulations. Similarly, daughters, granddaughters, grandchildren and other things are not in the funeral procession.

By the way, this rule is so unfair. She is always born, and she is also a daughter's house, so why would she have to come out and give it to her?

Yu Yujue, who was in front of her, looked solemn, and her eyes never left the coffin of the Emperor. She pursed her lips and brows, as if she was enduring a great grief.

Grief? The grief of the death of my own father? Will Yu Yujue have it? I don’t even look at the remains with body temperature by the bed. What’s the point of staring at the thick coffin now?

In the corner of the old man Yu's bedroom, Sun Feng could see through the father-son relationship, and the covetousness of the throne had been exhausted. People just couldn't see the moment when he took off his mask.

Even if his beloved son is like this, Sun Feng is unwilling to doubt what the sadness of Yu Yu'ang and Yu Yuyun is for.

The prince and grandson were all civil and military officials wearing hemp gauze clothes. The fourth rank and above Beijing officials were ranked as the rank.

Because of his age, Yu Yujue allowed him not to send him a mourning trip, as if he could just wait in the imperial tomb.

I wanted to look at something again, but I gently slapped Qi Shaocheng's big hand on my forehead, lowered my body and lowered my head, waiting for the team to send the funeral to pass.

"Get up!" The funeral team could hardly see the shadows. This sound came too late for Sun Feng.

As soon as the end of the sound fell, the crying sounds that had been rising and falling around instantly calmed down. The younger generation stood up one after another and returned home one after another.

"Mom, please slow down."

Xu and Qi Houru supported Mrs. Qi and said that at such age, Mrs. Qi was not much younger than the in-laws of the Xu family. No matter how well they were maintained, they could not stand it after kneeling for so long.

"Grandma, Mingluan will rub you after she goes back."

Sun Feng himself was also pulled up by Qi Shaocheng and Qi Shaoyuan, but he couldn't forget to show his filial piety in front of his grandmother.

"Mingluan is so good, I will rub your mother back?" Seeing his daughter's good manners, Qi Houru naturally wanted to come over to get along and get along with her face.

"Mom has a father, where can I have a daughter?" Alas, Dad, you have suffered a lot from your daughter, and you still don't have a memory.

"This child, Qingtian and Baitian are talking nonsense. He hurried back to the mansion and finished his last prayer, so he could get back in order."

Xu pointed a little bit of his little daughter's head and angrily said anxiously.

Mother, if you blame me for not joking on the day of Grandpa Yuhuang’s funeral, it would be fine if you say that it is blue and white, it is obvious that you are thinking too much.

When he returned to Qi's mansion, Sun Feng realized that he had no chance to have a good rest. The whole mansion was busy with work inside and outside, and he put away the gauze tents and simple clothes for his condolences one by one. When he knew that all these had to be burned and sacrificed, Sun Feng

I feel sorry for her two beige-white and dark-printed Tian Silkworm clothes.

If you had said that the end was the result, she would rather wrap the curtains and go out!

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On the second day, when my eyes opened, the enlarged version of the monster face was pressed outside the embroidery tent, and my eyes closed again and again. Well, this is not a dream, when did this guy Mo Lan come in again?

"Xiao Qiao!"

"Here, Miss, have you gotten up?"

"You go and bring the water and mix it with some gardenia dew today."

"Yes, Miss."

Through the embroidery tent, Sun Feng looked at Mo Lan lazily. The latter didn't care about giggling and hurriedly hid outside the window.

The little lady has already given him a chance to flash a moment, so we can't pretend to be shameless.

Sun Feng: Are you not quite thick-skinned? Who is the thick-skinned?

"Miss, in three days, the new emperor ascends the throne, and he must dress more happily. What the lady said."

After washing up, Sun Feng looked helplessly at Xiao Qiao changing into bright red clothes for her. She was used to wearing white clothes. The redness on her body looked like the red cheeks of a country matchmaker, so ugly.

"Three days later, ascend the throne?"

From great sorrow to great joy, it is difficult to adapt to this emotional change. The people only need a stable life, and it doesn’t matter who becomes the emperor.

"Miss, should breakfast be used in the flower hall or delivered in?"

"Send it up, don't bother to go out."

"Yes, Miss."

After a while, Qiao Qiao each brought a food box up, put the tables on it and then left. Sun Feng blinked and was confused.

Do these two people think she is a meal? Is there so much to serve her a day's meal?

"The little junior sister eats a good meal here. She cooks a bowl of white porridge so well, just like a piece of matte."

Mo Lan crawled in from the windowsill, hung up for so long, but she didn't care about settlement, so she served porridge and drank it without hesitation.

"Yes, Da Qiao has a good idea to cook things. Next time I throw you into the pot and cook it, can I boil it into a pot of good donkey-hide gelatin?"

The skin is much thicker than the donkey skin, and the donkey-hide gelatin produced must be of quality. A bowl of porridge is described as glue-like paint, so you don’t feel panic.

"Oh, junior sister, I helped you get things done yesterday, and I'm just waiting for the meal."

Taste the sugar cakes, shortbread, buns, and stewed one by one.

"Do you have nothing to eat at Fengzhai? The chef there is better than here! Why do you make it look like a starving ghost!"

After rescuing a basin of unspoiled fried balls, Sun Feng loved and hated Qiao Xiao. If it weren't for sending so many, Sai Molan wouldn't have enough of her belly.

"Oh--" Another long sigh, as if he had suffered so much grievance, "Little Junior Sister, you also know that in Feng's house, Master Heibai and Chu Wan, they can only keep calling me to squeeze me out

I never feed me..."

"Okay, okay...you're done?"

If you keep talking nonsense, Sun Feng will have to feel disgusted.

"It's done correctly. I'll refuse someone for the junior sister. My brother is extremely happy about this."

Not to mention going to find Yu Yide, no matter who the young lady sent to reject in the future, he would be extremely happy.

"I'll ask you to go and give me a picture. What are you going to do? Hey, are you talking to Yu Yide in a mess?"

The happier Mo Lan ate, the slower Sun Feng ate, and a bowl of sweet soup was too tasty for this breakfast.

"No, of course not, I didn't say a word I shouldn't have said." The process is not important, what is important is the ending. When I think of Yu Yide's expression, Mo Lan's heart was extremely refreshed.

"That is to say... have you spoken to him?"

Putting down the soup bowl, Sun Feng glanced at him squintedly, and she knew that Mo Lan would not let go of Huaer and leave.

"Forehead……"

It seems that I was surrounded by the little lady's words again. Sure enough, I cannot be complacent in life.

"Did you go in quietly and be found?"

"Well, you know that there are so many palaces in the palace, and people don't recognize the way, then..."

Mo Lan flirted around the circle, and he couldn't tell the little lady directly that he was deliberately waiting in Chunhui Hall to face Yu Yide.

"I've talked a lot, why didn't the imperial guards in the palace beat you half to death!"

"Oh, now we are all busy with Yu Yujue ascending the throne, and the imperial guards are surrounding Yu Yujue. Moreover, for the sake of the young lady, they have to complete the work of being chased by the army and running away."

I think I am a great disciple of the Poison Emperor. Of course, in terms of martial arts, I don’t have to be the leader of the martial arts world. It’s enough to escape. No, it’s enough to take my little lady to fly to the sky to enjoy the moon.

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