On the 26th of October in the 55th year of the Yuanfeng era, it was Jiang Wuqi's funeral.
The scale of the funeral was unprecedented.
Wen Yanyu was in charge of the Ministry of Rites.
The Emperor ordered:
Ninety guards from the Longevity Palace and six hundred guards from the Imperial Clan Court. Wear mourning clothes for twenty-seven days.
All the officials and generals took off their crowns for seven days.
Even the Emperor took off his crown for three days.
A ceremonial carriage was set up in the main hall of the Longevity Palace. All the nobles and officials gathered and paid their respects.
A banquet was held outside the hall for fifteen days.
The officials and soldiers of Linzi would not have fun or get married for thirteen days. The officials and soldiers of the world would not have fun or get married for three days.
Such a funeral had far exceeded the standard of a prince's funeral.
In an instant, Linzi City was covered in frost.
Including the four famous restaurants of Linzi, many brothels, wine shops, and gambling houses closed their doors.
The Emperor seemed to think it was not enough. He ordered 23 spies of the Pingdeng State, including the commander of the Rain Beheading Army Yan Tu and the third-rank Blue Medal Arrester Li Yougui, to be executed in public to comfort the soul of the Eleventh Prince.
When a Spiritual Master dies, heaven and earth will mourn. It was a great ceremony to pay respects to the Master of the Longevity Palace.
It was said that the people who were waiting to watch the execution had blocked the area for five miles, blocking the execution ground so that not even a drop of water could pass through.
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"Shall we go and take a look?" Chung Geng Sheng of the Jiang family in Yaoguang Square said, "There is still some time."
Jiang Wang, who was wearing mourning clothes, walked out and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Chung Geng Sheng narrowed his eyes. Unknowingly, this kid in front of him had grown up. It was clearly just a set of coarse hemp clothes, but it gave him a graceful and elegant feeling. Moreover, the way he walked was really like an immortal … Were the immortal techniques so good?
He looked at the mourning clothes that stretched him to the point that he felt uncomfortable … It was too unfitting!
He had to send a few tailors here. Yes, he had to prepare a sedan chair. The potted flowers in the courtyard were not good enough. He had to change them.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. He said, "Li Yougui caused you so much pain. Don't you want to see him cut into pieces? It is said that this time around, a total of three thousand three hundred and eighteen cuts will be made. Before the number of cuts is sufficient, you are not allowed to let him die. "
Jiang Wang shook his head. "What's there to see if he's going to die anyway?"
"You don't hate him?" It was rare for Fourteen to open his mouth and ask curiously.
"Hate. How can I not hate him for setting me up for no reason?" Jiang Wang said seriously, "If Li Yougui hadn't been found and was still alive, I would have killed him in the future. This is my hatred for him. I only need him to die. I don't need to admire the process of his death. "
"Then let the Imperial Court do it." Chung Geng Sheng said, "Even the Nine Soldiers Commander-in-Chief has their people, the power of the Pingdeng State is much stronger than I imagined. It's not good for you to stand in front. "
Jiang Wang had been targeted by the Pingdeng State many times. Of course, he had his own opinions about the Pingdeng State. However, he didn't say anything harsh. Instead, he gently changed the topic. "Today is the Eleventh Prince's funeral. Let's hurry up and offer incense."
Chung Geng Sheng was speechless.
Jiang Wang suddenly realized something. "Oh, I almost forgot!"
He adjusted his collar and said casually, "Only Shangguan officials of the third rank and above can enter the main hall of the Longevity Palace to offer incense … Cough, I'll take my leave first."
Then, without giving Fatty Zhongxuan a chance to retaliate, he left in a carefree manner.
Chung Geng Sheng looked very calm. Looking at the guy's back, he said to Fourteen, "I asked the wrong question just now."
Fourteen tilted his head and gave him a questioning look.
"I should have asked him if he wanted to study the performance of the Golden Body Chalcedony under the Death of a Thousand Cuts. Also, if he wanted to take a closer look at the data of the 3,318 times a Perfected Person's body was cut. In addition, the knife skills of the executioner who can cut through the Golden Body Chalcedony and the body of a Perfected Person are also worth learning. "
Fourteen thought for a while and had to admit that Chung Geng Sheng's words were very reasonable. Jiang Wang was indeed someone who would be interested in these things.
"So, are you going to see it or not?" She asked.
"No." Chung Geng Sheng turned back and walked to his courtyard. "It's not rare for a Perfected Person to die."
"You're not going to the funeral?" Fourteen chased after him and asked.
"It's better if I can be a little later …" Chung Geng Sheng finally couldn't calm down. "I get angry when I see Jiang Wang now!"
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The whole city was covered with frost and snow, and the Changle Palace was no exception.
The Crown Prince of Da Qi, Jiang Wuhua, who was dressed in mourning clothes, came out of the palace gate. "Mother, how come you have time to come today?"
Daqi Empresses grabbed his hand and walked into the palace. Although she walked quickly, she didn't lose her elegance. "Today is the funeral of the Eleventh. I'm afraid that you'll be too sad, so I came to see you. I'll go to the Longevity Palace with you later. "
Jiang Wuhua didn't say anything else.
The mother and son walked into the palace and sat down.
Empress He looked around. "Where's Ning 'er?"
Jiang Wuhua said casually, "He got up late. He's still dressing up."
The Empress frowned slightly.
He explained in a soft voice, "Ning 'er knows what to do with a plain face."
Empress He skipped over this matter and waved her hand gently.
The palace maids left one after another. Only the mother and son sat side by side in the large palace.
This was the most honorable pair of mother and son in the whole Eastern Region.
"The Eleventh is already the Crown Prince's standard, but the Crown Prince is still here! I really don't know what His Majesty is thinking! "The Empress' tone was already very dissatisfied.
Jiang Wuhua didn't show any jealousy. He just said softly, "The Eleventh's life was full of hardships. It's inevitable that Father would love more. When he was alive, I didn't fight with him for anything. Now that he's gone, there's nothing to fight for. "
The Empress sighed and gently brushed the hair in front of Jiang Wuhua's forehead. "He cares for this and that every day. When will he care for you more? You're also his flesh and blood. You're the Crown Prince of Da Qi. You were born late and didn't accompany him through the most difficult times. Is it your fault? Mother took care of you. Is it your fault? You're already so outstanding. There's no fault to be found. Why is he so harsh on you? "
Jiang Wuhua's expression was still gentle, without any resentment. "Bearing the weight of the country, he also has to bear the responsibility of the country. It's normal to be harsh on the Crown Prince. If Emperor Keji makes another mistake, the country's foundation will be damaged. Only through hard work can a good ruler rule the country. "
The anger and dissatisfaction on the Empress's face disappeared in an instant.
She sat there gracefully. There was only nobility and magnanimity. "It's good that you can think this way. Regardless of whether you really think this way or not, you must always think this way. "
Her resentment and dissatisfaction might have come from her heart, but it was completely a test for the Crown Prince. If the Crown Prince didn't have any resentment in front of his mother, then it would be a true flawless heart.
"Erchen truly thinks this way," Jiang Wuhua said.
Everyone knew that the former Crown Prince, Jiang Wuliang, was imprisoned by the Emperor in the Green Rock Palace because of his private resentment.
At that time, he had already been crippled for six years. Nothing happened for six years. He kept trying to make a comeback, but in the end, everything was cut off.
But how did the Imperial Censor find out about his "private resentment"?
A lesson learned from the past, a teacher for the future!
The Empress nodded in satisfaction. It didn't matter whether his heart was true or not. As his mother, she couldn't tell and didn't need to. This was very good. The Eastern Palace was truly benevolent to be able to show this way.
She asked again, "When do you plan to become a God?"
"Let's wait a little longer. The best time has passed." Jiang Wuhua said calmly, "Little Eleven has just left. As his elder brother, I chose this moment to visit him. Should everyone feel sad for Little Eleven, or should you feel happy for me? Father can't help but ask, what does the Crown Prince want to show? What does the Crown Prince want to do? "
"That's good. You're a calculative person." Daqi Empresses was completely relieved. She stood up and said, "Let's go to the Longevity Palace now. Your father will be unhappy if we're late."
"Okay." Jiang Wuhua replied warmly, "I'll go call Ning."
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The Longevity Palace was covered with frost and snow. Everything was white.
For some reason, it gave Jiang Wang the feeling that Jiang Wuqi was standing in front of him, draped in a white fox fur coat.
Everyone in front of him was wearing mourning clothes. Their expressions were mournful, but he didn't know how many of them were truly sad!
Wen Yanyu, the Imperial Censor, had already taken over the outer part of the Longevity Palace with officials from the Ministry of Rites and arranged all the rites.
Two Minister Counsellors of the Ministry of Rites stood guard outside the Longevity Palace, responsible for welcoming and sending off the guests.
Even Wen Yanyu himself was standing to the side.
Of course, those who could come to the Longevity Palace at this time were either rich or noble. Not many people had the right to exchange greetings with Wen Yanyu.
He presided over the entire funeral this time.
Naturally, only the current Emperor, the Empress, and a few others could make him, as the Imperial Censor, welcome them outside the palace gates.
As soon as Jiang Wang appeared, a Minister Counsellor from the Ministry of Rites immediately came forward to welcome him, addressing him as Lord Jiang.
What surprised the onlookers was that Wen Yanyu, who had been silent outside the palace gates for a long time, actually took the initiative to nod at Jiang Wang. His attitude was amiable. "You're here?"
Jiang Wang originally wanted to be thick-skinned and greet Wen Yanyu first, regardless of whether the other party would respond to him or not.
Wen Yanyu was among the Immortals who went to the Wuwendu Mountains to look for him. Although it was the Emperor's order, he still had to accept this favor.
Unexpectedly, it was Wen Yanyu who spoke first.
He hurriedly went forward to greet him as a junior would. "I should have paid a visit to the Immortal's residence long ago. I didn't expect to be tied up with so many things. I'm fortunate to see you here today. I hope the Immortal will forgive me."
"It's fine." Wen Yanyu said slowly, "When you're free, you can come to my Orchid Garden for a visit. Let me get to know you young people and understand their thoughts."
"Of course." This was not the place to exchange greetings. Jiang Wang bowed politely again and said tactfully, "You go ahead with your work. I'll go in first."
Wendinglan once invited him to Wen Yanyu's Orchid Garden for tea and friends in private. He had not been there yet. Wen Yanyu personally invited him this time. It could be said that he gave him enough face.
However, Jiang Wang knew very well that although he could be considered to have some weight now, in front of people like Wen Yanyu, he was nothing.
Wen Yanyu's goodwill was more for Yan Fu's sake.
Giving face to Yan Fu's close friend was helping Yan Fu keep up appearances.
This rich man's father-in-law was really not bad!
After bidding farewell to Wen Yanyu, he walked into the palace.
The route this time was different from the previous two times. The rear hall of the Longevity Palace was not open during this funeral.
There were palace guards guiding the way along the way. Soon, he bypassed a screen wall and saw an empty space.
The funeral banquet was set up here.
There were 15 seats in total. Only the nobles were allowed to sit.
Jiang Wang continued to walk forward.
At this time, there were already many people sitting at the banquet. When they saw Jiang Wang, they inevitably had mixed feelings.
This Tianjiao, who was the most dazzling person in the Qi Dynasty, had already reached the top of the Qi Dynasty. If they looked closely, it had been less than two years since he came to the Qi Dynasty.
In the past two years, he had experienced so many earth-shattering things and left so many soul-stirring deeds. Now, he was already above them.
The Imperial Councilor Chen Fu once said, "The so-called peerless Tianjiao is the kind of person who will make you feel depressed."
Didn't Jiang Wang give off the same feeling to many people now?
After all, the Eleventh Prince's funeral was not a suitable place for small talk. Therefore, no one rashly came to disturb.
Jiang Wang walked forward silently.
After walking past the funeral banquet, he arrived at the main hall of the Longevity Palace.
It was said that Jiang Wuqi died in front of the Qi Emperor. His coffin was once placed in the Donghua Pavilion. It was enough to show the grief of the Emperor. Now, it had been moved back to the Longevity Palace and was placed in the main hall.
The chief eunuch of the Longevity Palace, Feng Gu, knelt outside the main hall and bowed to everyone who stepped into the main hall to pay respects.
When he saw Jiang Wang, he even forced a smile. "Lord Jiang is here to pay respects. If His Highness knows in the netherworld, he will be happy."
Jiang Wang half-squatted and patted his wrinkled hand. He did not know what to say. He only said, "Thank you."
Then, he got up and walked into the hall.
It was completely decorated into a mourning hall. The coffin was placed in the middle of the hall.
Beside the solemn coffin stood a familiar figure.
The rough material of the mourning clothes could not hide her height and beauty. It could not hide her valiance.
The Palace Master of Huaying Palace, Jiang Wuyou, was looking down at the person in the coffin. His expression was neither sad nor happy. No one knew what he was thinking.
Jiang Wang walked forward.
The young man lying in the coffin was wearing a purple prince's robe. His eyes were slightly closed. His face was pale and handsome.
At this moment, he was obviously not afraid of the cold.
Of course, he would not cough violently.
After standing with him for a while, Jiang Wuyou suddenly said, "I used to have a bad temper. I bullied many people in the palace. If I wasn't beating this person, I was beating that person … but I never bullied him. Because I always felt that he was like a porcelain doll. I was afraid that he would break if I touched him. "
Jiang Wang did not know what to say. He only sighed. Then, he walked to the altar in front of the coffin and bowed seriously. Then, he burned three sticks of incense for Jiang Wuqi.
At this moment, he heard a faint sobbing sound. When he turned around, he saw another familiar person kneeling on the other side of the coffin. It was the 14th Prince, Jiang Wuyong.
His eyes were red and he looked sad. He was crying very hard.
However, Jiang Wuyou's aura was too strong. That was why he did not notice this prince immediately.
However, there was no friendship between them. Jiang Wang just glanced at him. He looked at Jiang Wuyou worriedly, but he did not say anything.
He found a seat at the edge of the two rows of chairs on both sides of the mourning hall and sat down.
Only officials of the third rank and above could enter the main hall of the Longevity Palace to offer incense. At this level, he was indeed at the edge.
At this moment.
A man in his thirties walked into the mourning hall. He had powder on his face and was not dressed properly in mourning clothes.
When he saw Jiang Wuyou, he bowed and said, "He Zhen greets the Third Prince!"
Jiang Wuyou was still looking at the coffin and did not pay any attention to him.
He did not take it seriously. He walked around the coffin and went to the altar. He took three sticks of incense and bowed three times. Then, he inserted them into the incense burner and turned around to find a seat.
He glanced at the 14th Prince, who was kneeling on the other side of the coffin. He looked around and saw Jiang Wang, who was sitting at the edge.
His eyes lit up. He walked over and sat down next to Jiang Wang.
"You must be Qing Yangzi, right? I am He Zhen! Can we get to know each other? "
Perhaps he really admired Jiang Wang, but his voice was a little too loud, so it was a little harsh to the ears.
Jiang Wang thought for a moment. He was about to turn him down quietly when he heard a cold rebuke.
"What do you think this place is?"
Jiang Wuyou, who was standing next to the coffin, turned his face slightly. He only showed a cold side face. His eyes were cold. In an instant, it was as if there was an army of iron horses and golden spears. "Get out!"
He Zhen, the only son of the Imperial Uncle, He Fu, and the nephew of the Daqi Empresses, was stunned.
He subconsciously lifted half of his butt. He wanted to continue sitting but did not dare to. He wanted to leave but felt too embarrassed.
He even thought that he might have misheard. The Empress of Huaying Palace asked Jiang Wang to get out. After all, he was a "relative".
But when he met Jiang Wuyou's cold eyes, all his hesitation disappeared.
It was autumn, but he felt like he was in a world of ice and snow.
He was in the mourning hall, but he felt like he was in a battlefield.
His body stiffened and his soul trembled.
He could not care less about making friends. He fled out of the mourning hall in a panic.
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