Hairpin Phoenix - Chapter 682

   Chapter 682 Wake Up

  Li Jing slept for more than an hour, and quietly got up before five watch.

   At this time, it was not yet dawn.

  The soft and hazy candlelight passed through the layers of gauze and fell on Lu Mingyu’s sleeping face. The icy and heroic face seemed extraordinarily soft at this time, and even had a bit of fragility that was not usually present.

  Li Jing’s heart was overflowing with tenderness. He didn’t dare to lean over to kiss her face, for fear of waking her up. He tiptoed off the couch, and lightly dressed and put on shoes.

   The subtle sound still awakened Lu Mingyu.

  Lu Mingyu has been practicing martial arts all the year round, and his ears are extremely sensitive. When he woke up from a deep sleep, he was still a little confused when he opened his eyes: “It’s still dark, where are you going?”

  Li Jing whispered: “I’ll go to the mourning hall to kneel, you continue to sleep! I guess I don’t have time to come back during the day, so I’ll go back to the East Palace quietly until tonight.”

  Lu Mingyu hummed.

After Li Jing left, Lu Mingyu slept for another two hours.

  I slept enough, and my spirits are very good.

  Qiyun waited for Lu Mingyu to wash up briefly, and then waited for the master to change the dressing, while whispering: “Early this morning, the Queen Mother sent someone to deliver a letter, and the three little highnesses went to the inner mourning hall to kneel.”

  Lu Mingyu lay on the bed and couldn’t move. Naturally, he couldn’t kneel, so he only changed into filial attire. Li Jue, Li Xuan, and Li Cong, three of them, went to the Jiaofang Temple early this morning to kneel.

  Lu Mingyu said softly, “Have Princess Hui’an and Princess Jing’an entered the palace?”

  Qiyun nodded: “The two princesses and the prince-in-law have both entered the palace and knelt down. Concubine Meng’s corpse is not qualified to be placed in the mourning hall, and a small mourning hall has been set up. I heard that Princess Jing’an was about to faint from crying.”

   For Princess Jing’an, it was a real skyfall.

   In just a few days, she lost her father, brother, and uncle, and now even her mother is gone.

Lu Mingyu didn’t have any sympathy for Concubine Meng, and didn’t feel that Concubine Meng’s death deserved any pity. She said lightly, “What the eldest prince has done has nothing to do with Jing’an. As long as she lives with the concubine, no one will to trouble her.”

   paused and asked in a low voice, “Did the fourth prince and the fourth prince concubine go to the mourning hall?”

  There are people staring at each palace in the harem, and every move is hidden from the eyes and ears of the East Palace.

Qiyun replied: “His Royal Highness asked the fourth prince to send a letter to the fourth prince. The fourth prince’s injuries were not yet healed, so he was helped into the mourning hall. The fourth prince and concubine went to the inner mourning hall and knelt down. Also, there is a high-level order outside the palace. Madam, everyone entered the palace early this morning to kneel. There was a lot of kneeling in the Jiaofang Hall.”

   There are more people and events.

  Lu Mingyu couldn’t go, this trivial matter was on Queen Qiao.

  Lu Mingyu couldn’t help sighing softly: “I don’t know when I will be able to stay.”

  Qiyun’s spirit was tense, and she immediately said: “The imperial doctor specially told me not to stay in the house for two months. After two months, I will see how the injury is recovering.”

   “Everything in the outside world is taken care of by the Empress and Her Royal Highness. The three little princes are all grown up and sensible. Empress doesn’t care about anything, just focus on taking care of your body.”

  Lu Mingyu chuckled: “Okay, I will listen to you.”

  Qiyun pursed her lips and smiled: “The slaves are bold and talkative, don’t take it to heart.”

  As soon as Li Jing came back, Lu Mingyu was relieved of the burden, and he was in a particularly good mood. He smiled softly: “No one else dares to care about me, nor dare to talk too much. I will always listen to what you say.”

   There was a funeral in the palace, and the master and servant stopped talking for a while.

  …

   Li Jing knelt down during the day, and at the third watch at night, he quietly returned to the East Palace. Return to the mourning hall in less than five watch. In all, I only close my eyes for less than two hours a day.

  The courtiers all pretended to be deaf and dumb, just pretending they didn’t know.

   His Royal Highness the Prince was still injured, and kneeling was the most consuming of physical strength. But you can’t wear down His Royal Highness.

   One emperor and one courtier. The remains of Emperor Yongjia have not yet been buried, and the courtiers have spontaneously regarded His Royal Highness as the new emperor, and they are always thinking of His Royal Highness.

   Hundreds of officials must kneel, the world will be mourned, and all political affairs of the country will be put on hold for the time being. The memorials presented from various places are piled up together, and no one cares.

After the first seven days, Qiao Ge said to His Royal Highness the prince tremblingly: “It will take seven, seven and forty-nine days to stop. One or two.”

  In the folks, the first 71 can be buried. The funeral of the Son of Heaven lasts seven to seventy-nine days. It is really inappropriate to ignore political affairs for such a long time.

   Great Wei has a vast territory, and more than a hundred counties, large and small, have a pile of memorials every day.

  Li Jing pondered for a while, then whispered: “I have to stay in the mourning hall. Just ask Elder Ge and a few ministers to work in two shifts, and take turns to read the memorial. It doesn’t matter, just watch the disposal. It’s very important, come and report back.”

   Old Qiao Ge also had this intention, and quickly responded.

   The next day, Yang Shangshu of the Ministry of War brought a memorial into the mourning hall, and asked His Royal Highness in a low voice: “The Duke of Puyang has the memorial, and he wants to enter the palace to kneel for the emperor.”

  The Marquis of Puyang is safe. There was no call in the palace, and he stayed in the military camp all the time. Now it is reasonable to make a memorial.

  Manchu civil and military capitals came to kneel. As a military general and the cousin of Emperor Yongjia’s direct relative, he should always come to the mourning hall to kowtow and keep the spirit.

  Li Jing did not answer immediately.

   He quietly got up and went to the quiet side hall, and asked his father-in-law Lu Lin to come over to discuss the matter: “…Father-in-law, is it appropriate to call the Marquis of Puyang into the palace now?”

  Lu Lin’s eyes flashed, and he said lightly: “The Marquis of Puyang has to do his duty as a courtier, of course His Highness cannot stop him. Rest assured, Your Highness, the situation in the capital is now settled, and the Marquis of Puyang will not be able to overcome the storm.”

  With Puyang Hou as a person, he didn’t dare to move before, and now he doesn’t dare to move.

   This memorial is also for all my own face. As a courtier, you can’t help but kneel.

  Li Jing breathed a sigh of relief: “I think so too. However, I still asked my father-in-law, and I feel more at ease.”

   These heartfelt words warmed Lu Lin’s heart when he heard it.

   He raised his eyebrows at Li Jinglue and said in a low voice, “Don’t worry, Your Highness! The overall situation has been decided, and no one can shake His Highness’s position.”

   Weng’s son-in-law looked at each other tacitly.

  Li Jing has not yet ascended the throne, so he cannot use the imperial seal. It was proposed that, with the seal of the East Palace, the Duke of Puyang was summoned to the palace to kneel.

   One day later, the Marquis of Puyang, dressed in filial attire, entered the palace.

Before entering the palace, his horses and weapons were left outside the palace gate. Only four personal soldiers were brought into the palace. These four personal soldiers were also unarmed and did not even enter the door of Wenhua Hall.

  The Marquis of Puyang entered the mourning hall alone.

  The civil and military officials are all kneeling, and everyone is wearing white filial piety clothes. At first glance, they are pale.

   Hou Hong of Puyang came in with eyes wide open, knelt down in front of Emperor Yongjia’s coffin, banged his head three times, and then held onto the coffin and cried, “Your Majesty, this minister is late!”

   (end of this chapter)