Zhong Xia and Li Yi accompanied Mo Mirage back to the palace. Zhong Xia said: "The prince, who understands the humble position, feels uncomfortable. Starting tomorrow, we will start preparing for the memorial ceremony. Please stop."
Mo Xiang said in a deep voice: "This king understands that you should go back first, and come to the palace tomorrow when you are ready." The two bowed and said, "Yes, leave the humble position first."
He turned around and left, and when Mo Mirage returned to the mansion, it was Xiang Ning Hou who was in the main hall.
She got the news this morning. She wanted to go into the palace with him, but she didn't catch up. At this moment, seeing Mo Mirage coming in, with a sorrowful face, she hurriedly got up to meet him, crying: "The lord, father is he ... ... "
Mo Mirage was already exhausted. He walked straight to the bed and sat there, only hanging his hands and not talking. Xiangning was aside, softly comforting: "You still have a concubine, and the concubine will never leave you. of."
Mo Mirage was a little moved, stretched out his hand to embrace her, and said, "Xiangning, I left you out of the cold these days." Xiangning had slowly wept and said softly: "No, as long as the concubine meets the prince occasionally, I'm already content."
Mo Mirage sighed and said, "Tomorrow you will enter the palace with your own king as your concubine, and you will hold a funeral for your father." Xiangning nodded softly and said, "Yes, no matter where the prince is going, he will do what he wants to do. The concubine will always be by the prince's side."
At this moment, within Ci Ning, Wei Sheng was carrying the medicine box and coming in. Seeing Qing Lishan lying in the chair, he asked Lian Ye to wake her up. Qing Li rubbed his sleepy eyes, saw that it was Weisheng, and got up.
He said lightly: "Doctor Wei, you are really punctual, and you never forget to give me medicine every day." Weisheng put down the box, took out a small brocade box from it, and said, "Madam, don’t worry, the official knows you’re afraid. Bitter, specially made pills."
Lian Ye stepped forward to take it, and Wei Sheng continued: "Just chew with warm water every night." Qingli nodded and said, "Well, I see."
Weisheng smiled and asked, "Madam, why don't you worry about the prince at all?" Qingli said with a bit of displeasure, "I'm worried about what he is doing."
He poured a cup of warm water for Qingli, and Qingli took the pill and ate it in. It was indeed not like the bitterness of the decoction, on the contrary, there was some sweet aroma.
He said lightly: "The emperor is dead." Qing Li was stunned, but she didn't expect it to be so, she whispered back to him: "I guessed it."
Weisheng continued: "The prince will soon succeed." Qing Li tilted his head and looked at the lake outside the window, and said: "He got everything he wanted, but I lost everything."
Tonight, Mo Mirage did not resign from Ningju, but instead let the dark guards pass it on. Tomorrow Qingli Xu would enter the palace with him as the Ping Concubine of the Prince's Mansion and hold a mortal trip for the emperor.
The next day, Song Lan prepared a pure white dress for Qingli. Qingli still held the red lotus hairpin. Songlan persuaded him: "Madam, I’m afraid we don’t want hairpins in this color for today’s occasion. It’s not in compliance with the rules. ."
Qing Li stretched out her hand and tightened her hair bun, and said, "I am willing to wear plain clothes. It is already very difficult. When my father and mother died that day, where was he!"
Song Lan was unavoidably surprised, and asked: "What does Madam's words mean?" Lian Ye hurriedly stepped forward and took Song Lan's hand and said, "Good sister, don't ask, Miss and the prince. It's not clear at all, let's go quickly now."
Song Lan had to nod, but if she was right, Qingli's eyes were clearly filled with hatred.
When the group of people walked to the gate of the palace, Mo Mirage was already standing there with Xiang Ning. Seeing Qing Li pacing, Xiang Ning's expression was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Mo Mirage to take her with her.
Qing Li walked up to Mo Mirage, standing still, without speaking, Mo Mirage did not respond to her, but ordered someone to carry the sedan chair in, and said to Song Lan: "Take care of her."
Song Lan answered, Mo Mirage got into the sedan chair and stretched out her hand to Xiangning. She turned her head triumphantly and glanced at Qing Li, and then held Mo Mirage's hand on the sedan chair, but Qing Li turned her head to the side. Kai accidentally looked at her.
In the imperial palace, the cultural relics officials of the Manchu dynasty and all the female relatives were all dressed in white. They all knelt under the altar of worship. Mo Mirage was accompanied by the old eunuch to the altar of heaven. Qingli knelt down with Xiangning at this time. She raised her head to look at Mo Mirage who was standing on a high place.
Holding a torch made of silver in his hand, he ignited the black wood on the altar, emitting a blue light, the emperor’s body was placed on one side, and Mo Wei took the bright yellow dragon. Golden silk satin covered him lightly.
Eyes full of grief came into Qing Li's eyes. He lowered his head to look at the crowd, but in the midst of plain white, he saw Qing Li's clear eyes staring at him.
A touch of red on the bun deeply pierced his eyes, and Mo Mirage turned and knelt in front of the emperor, banging his head three times.
Then the eight strong men carried the wooden coffin of the first emperor. Mo Mirage followed them to the imperial tomb. Xiangning slowly got up and stood Yili until Mo Mirage returned. He walked down the altar with a deep voice. The people said: "The ceremony of the great funeral, the ceremony is over!"
Everyone replied in unison: "Go to the emperor first, I will be sorrowful, I am prosperous and rely on the king..." At this time they had already called Mo Mirage a title, and Qingli looked at him indifferently. This person is already the emperor of this South Wind City.
When everyone left, Zhong Xia and Li Yi came forward, and Li Yi respectfully said: "Master, do you want to arrange to live in the palace?"
Mo Mirage turned his head and glanced at Qingli, and said, "No hurry, this king will go back to the mansion and take care of all the affairs."
Qingli and Xiangning were waiting at the gate of the palace. Xiangning coldly said to Qingli: "The emperor's death must be uncomfortable in the heart of the prince. Don't make him unhappy when you are in the house. ."
Qing Li looked at her sideways, and said lightly: "It's my business how I treat him. You don't need to worry about you, the princess. He is your husband. Naturally, as long as you show more care for him."
Xiang Ning snorted coldly: "I don't need you to teach me these things. I really don't understand. What does such an indifferent prince like you?"
Qingli didn't want to talk to her more, she just stood quietly by the side, just as Xiangning squinted a glimpse of the red lotus hairpin on her hair bun, and couldn't help but scolded: "I really don't understand the rules. It's a national funeral now. Is it really disrespectful to even use red pearls as hair accessories?"
Mo Mirage just walked over to the two of them. Seeing Xiangning's anger on his face, he stepped forward and asked: "What's wrong with you, so unhappy."
Xiang Ning immediately changed a weak face and said, "Master, my sister is afraid that she is not sure that she can't wear colored accessories today. The concubine kindly persuades her to take it off, but her sister ignores others."
Qingli only looked at Mo Mirage with cold eyes and did not speak. He approached, and he saw the red lotus hairpin on her hair when he was on the altar today, and said lightly to Xiangning: "Nothing, it's not an exaggeration. Things, just wear them."
Xiang Ning was speechless for a while, and didn't want to involve ethics in this way. He still favored Qingli, feeling aggrieved in his heart, and said, "It's the concubine's troubles."
I got on the sedan chair and returned to the palace. At this time, the door plaque was covered with plain black and white sacrificial flowers. Qingli walked in behind Mo Mirage, and everyone in the palace changed into white linen plain clothes.
There was an indescribable sense of depression, but Qing Li remembered the day when Yu Chen accompanied her to bury her parents, her heart began to ache, she stopped and stroked her chest, Lian Ye asked hurriedly: " Miss, are you uncomfortable?"
At this time Xiangning had gone back alone, Mo Mirage was still in the yard. He heard Lian Ye’s questioning, and turned around. Seeing Qingli’s expression of pain, he stepped forward and hugged her, but she was in pain. The worse, cold sweat came out.
Lian Ye was also anxious, and as Mo Mirage hurried back to the main house, he gently placed Qing Li on the bed, Song Lan had gone to call Weisheng to come, Qing Li bent her body, Mo Mirage raised her hand to her forehead. Her wet hair was pulled apart, but her face was pale.
After a short while, Weisheng rushed over. Seeing Qingli's appearance, he hurriedly took the silver needle from the medicine box and came forward. Mo Mirage anxiously said to him, "Look at what's wrong with her!"
Weisheng lifted Qingli's other hand, observed carefully, and pierced three acupuncture points. After a cup of tea, she slightly improved, and her face pale and raised her head. .
Mo Mirage asked, "Why does she hurt so much?" Weisheng said with a calm expression, "Going back to the prince, the next official diagnosed, the wife is afraid that she has a heart attack."
He frowned and said, "What does this disease mean?" Weisheng continued: "Simply speaking, it was caused by long-term depression, coupled with previous traumas and more serious internal injuries, which inspired this disease."
Qingli took a deep breath and said, "Aye, I want to drink water." Lianye poured a full cup of tea for her, but Weisheng stopped and said, "Remember that you can't drink tea anymore, only drink water. , Cold food is not easy to eat too much."
Lian Ye said in a choked voice: "The slave and maid took note, please don't worry the doctor." Mo Mirage looked a little gloomy, and asked, "Is there any worry about life?"
Wei Sheng thought for a moment and said: "As long as you get less stimulation and more conditioning in your diet, it won't matter. It's just that the official can't make a decision at the time of the attack. Maybe it will happen again tomorrow, maybe it will be a year later."
Lian Ye replaced her with a glass of clear water, Qing Li took it and threw it up, and after a short breath, he asked, "Will it hurt like this next time?"
Weisheng nodded, and said: "Not only will it hurt, but the injection needs to be given in time, otherwise I'm afraid of life." Mo Mirage said solemnly: "Weisheng, you will have to wait for her for a long time in the future, my king I don't want to see anything happen to her."
Qing Li laughed softly and said: "What if something happens, death is not necessarily a bad thing sometimes, isn't it, Mo Mirage? It's like your father is dead, and you can successfully succeed to the throne as emperor. "