After the marriage, Yu Wenhao entered the palace to report the next day.
After the Emperor Ming Yuan heard this, he slowly leaned against the back of the dragon chair.
Yuwen Hao Jing said: "Father, my sorrow!"
The Emperor of the Ming and Yuan Dynasty remained silent for a long time, looking at the carved beams and pillars in the full room, something rushing to engulf him like a tide.
For a long time, he looked at Yu Wenhao and said: "His funeral, your brothers do your best to help the Ministry of Ritual do it for him."
Yu Wenhao knelt down, "Yes."
After a pause, he asked: "Does the emperor grant him honor after death?"
Emperor Ming Yuan shook his head, his mouth pressed and couldn't say a word.
Yu Wenhao left with an order.
Since there is no gift, then the funeral shall be handled according to the specifications of the prince.
Concubine Qin couldn't hide it, so Emperor Mingyuan asked Mu Rugong to tell her in person.
Concubine Qin almost cried out of breath when she heard it, and the imperial concubine personally brought her harem concubine to comfort her company.
Chu Mingyang and Yu Wenjun have not yet reconciled, and now they are gone, Chu Shoufu asked her to go back and assisted in the funeral. If you want to come back and come back again.
Mrs. Yao is still living in the palace of the Chu King. Yuan Qingling didn't tell when Yu Wenjun had an accident, and Mrs. Yao had been hiding from Mutian recently and did not contact the outside world, so she didn't even know about it.
Therefore, when Yuan Qingling told her that Yu Wenjun was dead, she was stunned and very surprised, but it was just stunned and unexpected, and she had no other feelings.
Her only concern is whether her daughter will accept the news of her father's death.
Meng Yue is now in medical school. After Yuan Qingling sent someone to pick him up, Mrs. Yao told their sisters.
Meng Yue was relatively easy to accept. Meng Xing cried for a while after hearing this. The sisters actually had a fear of the father. Yu Wenjun did not get close to her daughter since she was a child, and finally thought of her daughter, hoping to change her way out. , There was no accumulation of feelings, all relying on that little bondage in the bones and blood, now he is dead, and the two daughters also used this attitude to return to him.
Meng Yue and Meng Xing were going back to put on sackcloth and filial piety. The two sisters were a little scared and wanted Madam Yao to accompany them back. Madam Yao was embarrassed for a moment, and they agreed to go back together.
Just for the two daughters, but also for the husband and wife, give him a stick of incense and give him this last trip.
She asked Yuan Qingling to accompany him back to the house to pick up an item, a hairpin that she had taken from Prince Ji's mansion.
Although Yuan Qingling wondered why she was required to accompany her, but when she saw her insisting, he walked with her.
The carriage parked outside the house, but he saw Mitian walking out of his yard. He was eating, holding a sea bowl in his hand, and seeing Yuan Qingling following him, his expression was as indifferent as before. After a slight jaw, he returned. To go.
Mrs. Yao quickly glanced at his back, then opened the door and went in.
Yuan Qingling didn't see anything unusual, after all, this Ruitian itself was an odd number.
Entering it, Mrs. Yao took out a jewelry box with a golden step in it, looking very precious.
"Are you going to bring this?" Yuan Qingling was a little surprised.
Mrs. Yao's hairpin was on her hair bun, she looked into the bronze mirror and shook her head slightly. The tassel made a sound of gold and jade, and the ethereal voice penetrated time and space.
"This was not long after we got married, and he gave it to me." Mrs. Yao took off the hairpin, put it back on the jasper hairpin, and put it back in the box, "I brought it over, and when the coffin was sealed, I put the hairpin in and gave it back to him. When I left, it was not because I was reluctant to share the relationship between the husband and wife, but because I remembered my mood when I married my new wife. Unfortunately, I don’t know why I went like that afterwards."
"Old dreams don't need to be remembered!" Yuan Qingling uttered an old sentence, and even she could not help sighing when she heard the corruption of this sentence.
"Return it to him, as if I have never known each other in this life." Madam Yao carried the box on her body, "Let's go."
When the two went out, the wind blew in front of the hall, and there were no fallen leaves on the ground, and the front yard was very clean. Yuan Qingling looked at it and suddenly said, "Who has been helping you guard the yard?"
Madam Yao looked down, as if she didn't hear her, she walked straight out.
The door next door was still open, and there was a line of sight that followed from the front of the porch over there, burning like a flame, so that she did not dare to look up, got on the carriage, and dared to take a hasty look through the gap in the side curtain and see him At the door of the yard, there was a cyan dress floating with dark lines. She closed her eyes, and her heart beat more than ever.
Yuan Qingling also got into the carriage. Seeing her look different, he thought she was still thinking about the past, so he comforted: "The past is over. Don't remember to make yourself sad."
"Yeah!" Madam Yao replied.
For a moment when the handlebar-style spur whip was heard, a ruining voice came from outside, "Is the madam coming back these few days?"
Mrs. Yao pinched her sleeve with her fingertips, Shen Rushui's eyes seemed to be chaotically entered by a dragonfly, and she instantly became confused, and said through the curtain: "I... I guess I won't be back for the time being."
Yuan Qingling opened the curtain abruptly, and blocked the sky in front of the carriage. A Tsing Yi suit was blown by the wind in the long alley, and the messy hair on the temples was blown backwards, only her eyes were like eagles, looking at Mrs. Yao. That slightly messy face.
He said: "Then since Madam will not be back these few days, she will go out to do some private affairs. When the Madam will be back, send someone to the cold wolf door and let me know."
He was ordered to protect Madam Yao, so if Madam Yao is not here, he can leave at will.
"Good!" Madam Yao nodded.
The moment he turned, the curtain fell, and Mrs. Yao watched the curtain sway with the carriage in a daze.
Yuan Qing said: "It is appropriate for the Rongyue faction to destroy the sky, and they are very responsible."
Mrs. Yao gave a hum.
Yuan Qingling smiled and said: "Rong Yue said at the beginning that he wanted to send you and Mitian right. Rong Yue was addicted to being a matchmaker."
Mrs. Yao smiled reluctantly, "Really absurd."
Yuan Qingling shook her hand, "In this life, do you really plan to live it alone?"
"It's also very good." Mrs. Yao said.
"You know how cold and warm you are, okay? I'll know in a few years. I always think it's best to have someone around you who knows the cold and the hot." Yuan Qingling said, and felt that this topic was inappropriate today, so she stopped.
Mrs. Yao has been silent, and there is someone who knows the cold and the hot by her side. Who doesn't want it? She had also envied Yuan Qingling, Yuan Yongyi, and even An Wang's wife. Although the days were very difficult, there was one person who was in the same mind. Men would be too nervous about anything.
When she got sick, she was about to die. She never received a trace of pity and care, and even wanted to take advantage of her illness to kill her.
Thinking of, suddenly startled, who did she marry? What are your days
The funeral was held in Yuwenjun’s yard, and Chu Mingyang also returned, with the unfading bruises on her face. As the survivor of the prince, she appropriately expressed sorrow of nothingness, but more often, her eyes were empty. .
Seeing Madam Yao and Yuan Qingling coming in, there was a momentary grudge in her eyes, but then it dissipated and turned around and went in.