The matter of the prince's funeral was done very beautifully. Although Jinghua had already been abolished before his death, all the rituals of the funeral were done according to the prince's specifications.
Even Kong Yu's funeral was in accordance with the specifications of the Crown Princess!
The tombs of the two are the same cave.
This was specially explained by Emperor Qi Zhen, who could not have the same room during his lifetime, and would share the same acupoint after his death.
And right after the funeral—
Jingrong left the mausoleum garden, and when he came out, someone handed him a brocade box wrapped in cloth and a scroll of paintings.
The man arrived: "My lord, everything has been done."
"Um."
Holding the box and painting in his hand, he got on the carriage, but did not return to Prince Rong's mansion immediately, but went to the direction of Confucius' mansion.
Kong Mansion!
Mrs. Confucius sealed the Buddhist hall in the mansion, all the incense and candles were collected, and the Buddha inside was moved to the temple for worship by her.
The whole house is no longer filled with the scent of incense candles as before.
Not pungent and unpleasant, but with a faint fragrance!
When Jing Rong arrived, Mrs. Kong was packing her things and planned to leave Beijing today.
Juan'er was helping by the side and was in a hurry.
Just after Ji Yunshu came last time, Mrs. Kong took Juan'er out of the palace.
Seeing Jingrong coming, Mrs. Kong put down her work and hurriedly stepped forward.
"See King Rong."
"Mrs. Kong doesn't need to be too polite." He raised his hand to support it.
"Why did the lord come over this matter?"
It stands to reason that at this time, Jing Rong should be still in the mausoleum garden, or he has entered the palace, why did he come here
Jing Rong glanced at Juan'er intentionally.
Juan'er was curious when she was there, and as soon as her work was lost, she hurried out.
Only Jing Rong and Mrs. Kong were left in the room.
Then Jing Rong said, "Mrs. Kong, this king is here to bring you something today."
thing
Just wondering-
Jing Rong took out the painting she brought and gave it to Mrs. Kong, while explaining, "There is a painting here, you can take a look."
Mrs. Kong took it carefully and opened the painting.
In the painting, the woman stands under the peach blossom tree, picks up her embroidery hand and gently folds a peach blossom, puts it on the tip of her nose and smells it, a long light blue dress, fluttering in the wind, the petals of the peach blossom fall on the skirt, as if scattered. Like open paint.
Hazy!
On the other hand, the delicate face was rosy and pink against the peach blossoms, the almond eyes were slightly curved, like a pool of spring water, and the small lips were pressed together, glowing with light red dots, faintly seductive.
pretty!
very beautiful!
"This is Yu'er!"
Mrs. Kong's voice trembled.
The hands holding both ends of the scroll also trembled, a little unbelievable.
Jing Rong said, "This portrait was painted by Mr. Ji. You can keep it as a souvenir."
"Yu'er..." Mrs. Kong's eyes turned red, and she touched the portrait with her fingers.
Looking up at Jing Rong: "I still trouble the lord to represent me, thank you Mr. Ji, I will never forget this kindness in my life."
"Yep."
"The person I'm most sorry for is Yu'er. When the emperor canonized her as a princess, I should have strongly opposed it, and there will be no results today."
"Mrs. Kong doesn't have to blame herself. This king is also at fault. If she had given her an answer earlier, she wouldn't have waited so long."
Guilt in his tone.
Mrs. Kong said, "I don't think Yu'er has ever regretted waiting for the prince."
Be sure!
Jing Rong lowered his brows, took a deep breath, and did not continue the topic.
Afterwards, he handed the box to Mrs. Kong: "This time, the king made the decision privately, and burned Kong Yu's body. Inside, there are her ashes. You should take her out of the capital, the palace or the mausoleum. Either way, it's not where she wants to be."
"This… "
Mrs. Kong was very shocked. After putting down the portrait, she held the box, tears flowing uncontrollably.
He slowly lifted the cloth on the box, and lightly touched the tiny lines on it, as if holding his daughter's face, her kind face was filled with a bit of pain.
But worriedly, Chao Jingrong asked: "Your Highness burned Yu'er's body, the one in the mausoleum..."
"Only the prince, the other coffin is empty, you can rest assured that this prince's funeral will be taken over by this king, no one will find out, and it has been buried, no one will open the coffin again, you can bring it with you. Buried with Kong Yu's ashes in the Kong family clan, or scattered in the peach forest with the wind."
Jing Rong's tone was very light.
He knew that Kong Yu liked peach blossoms.
And his piece of peach blossom was indeed planted for Kong Yu, but he never said it.
Mrs. Kong held the brocade box and nodded, unable to support her body, and sat down beside her.
Because Jing Rong had to go to the palace again, she didn't stay any longer and left.
When Juan'er saw the room he had just entered, she saw her wife crying with the portrait and a box in her arms.
"Ma'am, are you alright?"
"It's okay!" Mrs. Kong lifted her sleeves to wipe away her tears.
Juan'er's eyes were also red, and her little nose took a breath. Looking at the painting and the box, she asked cautiously, "Madam, are these two objects related to Miss?"
Mrs. Kong nodded and patted Juan'er's back lightly.
"In the future, we will never come to the capital again. We will go to Qingshanju together. There is a peach forest there, and we will take Yu'er there together."
"Yep!"
Juan'er nodded heavily.
…
After Jing Rong left, she hurriedly entered the palace. As soon as she arrived at the gate of the city, before she got off the carriage, she heard Jing Zhaoyin's voice from outside.
"The funeral of the eldest prince in the past two days is urgent, and there is another troublesome thing."
With a sigh, full of complaints!
The adult next to him asked, "Master Yi (Jing Zhaoyin), what is more disturbing than the funeral of the eldest prince?"
"In the past few days, a woman from Yufu County has come to file a petition over and over again, but there is no evidence or witnesses, and the matter has been going on for several years, and now she has come to the capital to overturn the case. It's not easy to handle, and the case was closed a few years ago, and now the appeal is overturned, isn't it embarrassing for you."
"Isn't this what Dali Temple does?"
It's okay not to mention it, but Jing Zhaoyin was a little irritated as if he had been beaten with blood.
Angrily, he said, "The Ministry of Punishment mentioned that the official position of the Department of Prisons was dismissed by the emperor a few years ago. Logically, the local case should indeed be taken over by the Dali Temple, but this case is tricky, the woman does not follow the procedure, If you come directly to Beijing to appeal, the Dali Temple will naturally not accept it. You can only come to my Jingzhao Mansion. Do you think it is miserable? If the position of the criminal officer is not removed, the procedure will be waived in one sentence, and there will be no need to worry. I am."
moan and groan!
These words were all heard by Jing Rong, who had not gotten off the carriage.