No one had the intention to control Chu Mingyang. The atmosphere of the funeral was sad, so when he entered the mourning hall, the breath of death came to his face. No matter who the dead person was, it was always sad.
The princes prepared the funeral for Yu Wenjun together, so they all wore whites here according to the rules. Yuan Qingling told Yu Wenhao that Mrs. Yao had brought something and wanted to put it in the coffin for the funeral, and Yu Wenhao took it.
Mrs. Yao stood in front of the porch, and the courtyard was indifferent. Once upon a time, the front door of Prince Ji’s Mansion was busy and prominent. Now, the courtyard is small and the people are bleak, so it will last a lifetime.
There was a sense of sadness in my heart for no reason, not for him, but for the years that were buried together.
It's just that she has never been such a person who hurts spring and autumn, but recently, she always feels a lot softer in her heart.
"Mother, didn't you mean to give incense to the father?" Meng Xing came out and pulled her sleeves, raised Baba's little face, dressed in linen and filial piety, with a little cowardice and fear in his eyes.
Mrs. Yao stroked Meng Xing's face, "Okay!"
Holding the fragrance in her hand, standing in front of the spirit, she thought for a long time, and decided to go in and say goodbye to him.
The coffin was placed at the back of the mourning hall. The coffin has not been sealed, and all the burial items have not been put in. The prince’s court clothes were worn by him during his lifetime. There was a small wormhole at the neckline of the court clothes. After he was deposed, He was not qualified to wear it again, but he was reluctant to discard it. Now a few younger brothers took care of him and put them on him.
Lying in the coffin like this, the arrogance faded away, and the viciousness was exhausted. He was an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary. His remains were well organized, and his pale face was covered with rouge, trying to make him more decent.
The minister of rites handed a broken comb and whispered softly: "Madam, although you and the prince are reunited, since you are here to send it off, please place the broken comb to cut off the grievances in this life and be peaceful."
Mrs. Yao nodded, took the broken comb, put half of it in the coffin, and hid the other side in the sleeve.
The grievances in this life are gone, and there is no resentment or mercilessness.
Yuwenjun was buried in the mausoleum of the princes, and the stone tablet still reads the grand prince, with no respect and no title.
Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill.
This funeral lasted for three days. He hadn't eaten a bite of food for three days, and even vomited up even when the soup was in. He had been suffering from nightmares at night, but it was only three or four days, and he lost a lot of weight.
Early in the morning, Prince Yu Wenhao was presiding over the court for the first time. Looking at the empty dragon chair, Baiguan felt very uneasy.
The imperial doctor also came out to explain his condition to Baiguan, saying that it was caused by the wind and cold caused by the change of the sky, coupled with the stagnation of liver qi, and he had to be raised for a few days. Then, the imperial decree was issued. During his recuperation, the prince would supervise the country. Regent, the prince Rui assists the government.
The news of Emperor Yuan Emperor's illness in the Ming Dynasty was not covered up, and even the folks were discussing it.
During the reign of Emperor Ming Yuan, he was really diligent and rarely missed an early court due to illness. Except for the fact that he took the concubine Hu to another hospital in order to establish a prince, he had never tried it before or even afterwards.
Now that the news that Emperor Ming Yuan was ill and wanted the prince regent came out, there was a lot of suspicion in the public.
Chu Shoufu had already retired, but because Emperor Ming Yuan fell ill, he returned to the cabinet to take charge of cabinet affairs.
Emperor Ming Yuan came in such a hurry that he seemed to have killed everyone by surprise.
Fortunately, the prince’s little court is already decent, able to quickly stabilize, and everything remains the same, but the burden of Jingzhao Mansion has fallen on King Qi, and Yu Wenhao has not returned for several days now, just hanging on his job. That's it.
The rare circumstances of the Ming and Yuan emperors caused all the prefectures and princes who were entrusted to send greetings, and some even moved to Beijing to visit the sick.
King Pingnan also took a flying pigeon to pass a book to the Supreme Emperor, saying that he was already on his way back to Beijing and that he would bring his son to Beijing this time.
After receiving the letter, the Supreme Emperor ordered someone to inform Duke Xiaoyao and Chu Shoufu that Ji'er was going to return to Beijing.
Let the palace repair and repair the Zhanxing Building next to the Universe Hall. You don’t need to spend manpower, you just have to prepare everything. After the King Pingnan returns to Beijing, he will move into the Zhanxing Building, and he has also made a will. Let Yuan Qingling enter the palace immediately, and give him a full body check, wherever he can't be cured, he must have a strong physique.
Yuan Qingling is very surprised, the Taishang attaches so much importance to King Pingnan
After entering the palace, she unexpectedly discovered that Chu Shoufu and Xiaoyao were also there, both of them were wearing coolie outfits, their heads and faces covered with mud, as if they had just returned from farming.
"Where are the two going back?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Repair the Picking Star Building and rebuild a wall." Duke Xiaoyao drank a bowl of tea and smiled red.
"The Star Picking Tower?" Yuan Qingling didn't even know that there was a Star Picking Tower in the palace.
"Well, it's beside."
Yuan Qingling looked over at the gate of the palace, isn't it Wenchang Tower next door? How is the star picking tower? At the beginning, Fubao fell from Wenchang Tower.
"Wenchang Tower has been renamed?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Xiaoyao's public urn said with an authentic voice: "Wenchang Tower is Wenchang Tower, and Star-Catching Tower is Star-Choosing Tower. How are they the same? Wenchang Tower is the tube tower, and Star-Choosing Tower is the hall. See you? Separate!
Yuan Qing Ling laughed and laughed. Seeing that the tower and the building are connected, they are still together.
"Isn't it enough to order the craftsmen to do these tasks? You have to do it yourself?" Yuan Qingling carried the medicine box on the porch. The Taishang habitually sat on the chair in the porch. In the past, there was no energy, but today Looks vigorous, with joyful brows and eyes.
Chu Shoufu said: "How can the Jier matter be left to others?"
"Ji'er? Who is Ji'er?" After I asked, I realized that it was Pingnan Wang Yuwenji. I was just curious about how they called Pingnan Wang Ji'er? It sounds very intimate.
But in the past few years, Yuan Qing Ling had never seen King Pingnan, and even when the Emperor Tai was about to become critically ill, did not see him come back.
The palace people helped Taishanghuang into the hall, and Taishang talked to her about King Pingnan, but it was mostly trivial things. It turned out that they used to live together in the Star-catching Building in King Su’s Mansion, and the Star-catching Building in the palace was It was built after the emperor ascended the throne.
The Supreme Emperor lay down, already automatically consciously rolled up his sleeves, waiting to listen to the pulse and heartbeat, and followed the stethoscope to adjust his breathing, inhale, exhale, inhale deeply, and exhale slowly, very skillfully.
"How?" After checking, he looked at Yuan Qingling cautiously.
Yuan Qingling retracted her stethoscope and said: "The trachea is still a bit bad. Nowadays, during the peak of spring asthma, smoking and alcohol are strictly prohibited!"
"Nothing," I felt a little guilty when I said so, and then said confidently: "From now on, I won't drink any alcohol."
Yuan Qingling took another blood pressure measurement. The blood pressure is not high, and it has been strictly controlled. People who are greedy for a good drink are most afraid of high blood pressure, and he still has heart problems, so he can't be reckless.