The visitor is about twenty years old, with a slim figure and charming appearance. At this time, wearing white clothes, with red eyes and a haggard face, it was Jiang Yuehua, the head of Huaiyang County, who had married into the Zhang family.
While wiping her tears, Jiang Yuehua knelt down in front of the coffin and kowtowed to say goodbye: "My cousin, have a good journey. In the next life, you will join an ordinary family, marry a husband you like, and live a peaceful life."
Born into a royal family, born as a princess, she was honored and wealthy, but ended up suffering a tragic death at the hands of a traitor. Thinking carefully about Princess Baohua's short life, she never had a time of wanton happiness.
Jiang Shaohua felt pity in his heart, and felt sour and unspeakable.
Jiang Yuehua cried for a while, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, turned her head and said in a low voice: "Cousin Shaohua, there is something I want to ask you."
Jiang Shaohua had already guessed what she was going to ask: "Do you want to ask cousin Wanhua what to do in the future?"
Jiang Yuehua's eyes flashed with water, and she choked with sobs and replied: "Yes. Prince Dongping and his son The two rebels killed the emperor and must die. They deserve it. I don't sympathize with them at all. But cousin Wanhua was taken into the palace when she was eight years old. She was raised by the Empress Dowager. I lived with her day and night and were very familiar with her. She had no idea what her grandfather and father had done from beginning to end."
"Those who don’t know. Not guilty. She is a married woman, can she save her life?"
Jiang Yuehua's tone was humble, and her eyes were full of pleading and hope.
She and Jiang Wanhua grew up together in the palace, and as both daughters of the feudal lord, they were naturally much closer than others. Even sisters are not as close to each other as they are.
She specially came to Princess Baohua's mourning hall to get the news, and wanted to beg Jiang Shaohua to help save Jiang Wanhua's life.
Jiang Shaohua looked at Jiang Yuehua: "Prince Dongping and his son committed a serious crime of treason against the entire clan, and it will inevitably bring harm to everyone in the palace. You should know the reason for this without me going into details. "
Jiang Yuehua begged with red eyes: "Cousin Shaohua , you are capable and capable, the courtiers will listen to you, and the Empress Dowager will also listen to you. Please plead for cousin Wanhua and let her live even if she is imprisoned for life. ”
Afterwards, tears rolled down again and I started sobbing.
In comparison, Jiang Shaohua's calmness is almost cold: "I can't do anything about this."
He simply refused.
Then, Jiang Shaohua stood up and left, leaving a meaningful piece of advice before leaving: "In the next few days, you might as well stay in the palace and spend more time with the Empress Dowager."
Jiang Yuehua has been hiding her face and crying, but she doesn’t know if she heard it.
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At the fourth watch of the next day, a group of imperial guards carried a huge coffin out of the palace gate.
The first person to hold the coffin was King Ping. Prince Ping had been told to cry loudly today, the louder the better. He cried loudly and loudly, almost breaking the eardrums.
Jiang Shaohua is right behind King Ping, which is convenient for holding the coffin and taking care of King Ping at any time.
Next, it’s the King of Huaiyang and the King of Wu’an County.
This is the royal family’s rules for holding funerals. Positions are determined entirely by blood relationship and have nothing to do with age.
All the officials in the imperial court who could move around were buried together for the emperor. Prime Minister Wang couldn't stay, and Duke An Guo was injured in the leg and couldn't come either. There is also General Bao, who has been recovering from his injuries due to serious injuries. However, General Zuo and General Liu, who had been recovering from their injuries for about a month, joined the funeral procession today.
Another smaller coffin was also slowly carried out of the palace gate. This is the coffin of Princess Baohua. The sky was not beautiful, it was overcast today, and when the coffin was carried out of the city gate, it started to rain continuously. The rain mixed with the cool breeze hit my face and body, and my clothes quickly got wet.
According to the rules of the emperor's funeral, once the coffin is lifted, it cannot be put down again. Gao Lijian's royal guards who were responsible for carrying the coffin were divided into five teams. Each team carried the coffin for two hours. Once the two hours were up, another team of royal guards would be replaced. Taking turns in this way ensures that the coffin will not be stopped midway and is carried all the way to the imperial mausoleum.
In rainy weather, my luck is really bad. However, the coffin had no reason to stop and kept moving forward. The feudal princes who were supporting the coffin had to move on, and the veterans who were attending the funeral also had to hold on and move forward.
It rained like this for half a day, and everyone’s clothes were soaked.
Suddenly there was an ouch from the funeral procession.
Jiang Shaohua frowned and turned to look.
"Princess, the road is slippery on a rainy day. Dai Shangshu fell down and sprained his foot. He can't leave." The imperial guard who came to deliver the message reported in a low voice: "How to deal with it, please decide, Princess." .”
Jiang Shaohua After thinking for a while, he ordered: "Since Shangshu Dai can't move, let him be sent back to the city. There is no need to go to the imperial mausoleum."
The imperial guard accepted the order and ordered four imperial guards. , sent Dai Shangshu back to the city with a sprained foot.
The unlucky Dai Shangshu knelt down in the drizzle and cried loudly in the direction where the emperor's coffin was leaving.
The sound of crying reached everyone's ears from afar. Zhang Shangshu curled his lips in his heart, thinking that Dai Shangshu was a blessing in disguise. The journey ahead was not easy, and the journey to the imperial mausoleum in the rain was even more difficult.
The funeral procession couldn't stop, and naturally it couldn't speed up. It just moved forward slowly step by step. The team was originally very neat and tidy, and those with good physical strength could hold on for most of the day. However, some old and frail veterans were walking slower and slower.
Cui Du and Chen Changshi were in the same place, seven or eight meters away from Jiang Shaohua, with more than a dozen important ministers in between.
Cui Du's eyes almost never left Jiang Shaohua's back, and he was secretly worried.
Jiang Shaohua was pregnant, so her physical strength was actually far less than usual. It was raining continuously today, and everyone's clothes were soaked. I wonder if Jiang Shaohua can hold on...
Chen Changshi's low voice came into his ears: "The princess can hold on, and Uncle Chang Ning will feel at ease."
Where is he? Can you feel at ease?
Jiang Shaohua is not alone now, there is another one in his belly.
No one was told about this matter, and Chen Changshi didn’t know about it either. This was not the time to reveal the good news, so Cui Du could only nod casually.
Prince Ping Jiang Hao was only an eight-year-old child. He had never walked in the rain like this before. He could hold on at first, but he refused to leave after half a day. Making a fuss and asking for hugs.
When he was mourning Emperor Taikang three years ago, Jiang Shaohua hugged Jiang Hao all the way. Jiang Hao habitually wanted to get into cousin Shaohua's soft and fragrant arms.
Let’s not mention that Jiang Shaohua is pregnant. Just look at Jiang Hao, who is as tall as Jiang Shaohua’s waist and abdomen. Where else can I hold him? Even if it can be held, it is extremely unsightly.
Or you have to carry it on your back...
Jiang Shaohua never got used to Jiang Hao's bad habits, and said with a cold face: "When you are tired, go to the carriage behind and have a rest." (this chapter) End)