Marry Her if You Love Her - C10

Ye Chimu was satisfied with the game. As he walked in the sunset humming a tune, he went back home counting the smoke rising from the small streets in the green tiles. By the time he got home, the war was over and the victor had been decided.

His mother, Shui Sanniang, had already prepared food and was calling her family over to the table for dinner.

At the dining table, the situation was rather strange.

Ye Zimu held a bowl of rice grilled in his hands as his eyes rolled around the bowl. He looked at this and that, and was completely confused.

Shui Sanniang and Ye Jiaxing were chatting casually, as if nothing had happened. Ye Jiayan and his wife were in stark contrast.

Ye Jiayan, who had been beaten up by the Second Young Master of the Ye Clan, remained silent; the bride, Qi Shuang, who would cry for three whole days, was terrified by her father-in-law’s beating. She did not dare to make a sound, and after eating, she took the initiative to pick up the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash.

Ye Jiaxing could not help but feel itchy. He reached out two fingers to pinch her bun face, but after being glared at by the Second Brother of the Ye family, he immediately retracted his hand as if he was burning with passion. His father’s heroic attitude when beating people was still fresh in his mind.

The head of the family, Ye Xiao, and his son, sat in the leader’s seat. They looked at this scene and acted like it was all happening, but in their hearts, there were colorful banners flying, gongs, drums, and firecrackers.

“…” Just like how the bow never leaves the bow, nor the arrow never leaves the bow, which battle can leave me, Ye Shuying? “Killing the enemy and bandits is like slicing spring onions with a knife …”

“…”

The street where the Ye family lived had a very nice name. It was called the Begonia. Inside the Begonia, there was a sun; inside the sun, there was a flower; inside the flower, there was a brocade … The three rivers under the feet of the Great Buddha converged, nourishing this area of beautiful water, nourishing the beautiful scenery of “high below the heavens, dense and sparse in the flowers”.

Ye Zimu lived in such a beautiful city, under the care and care of his family, making the small days warm and peaceful, happy and fulfilling.

As for Sixth Prince Li Chenbai, who Ye Wen had met once before, his future prospects were uncertain.

He and his senior, Mu Qing, set off from Jiajia together. They travelled through the night and the sky to the capital, but they were still a step too late.

By the time he rushed into Chang’an City and across the wide and straight Vermillion Bird Street, and the Sky Bearing Empire dismounted, his father, Emperor Wu Xing of the Great Zhou Dynasty, had passed away the day before yesterday.

The emperor left a testamentary edict before his departure: The crown prince Li Chengmin inherited Dabao, to inherit the orthodox extension of the country.

The Great Clarity Palace was covered with white light, and the towering palace itself was shrouded in an aura of unbreakable sorrow. The paper money flying in the sky like a snowflake and the chanting of the three thousand monks and the Taoists echoed with the imperial majesty and solemnity in the music.

Li Chenbai, dressed in all his filial piety, had knelt down and kowtowed nine times since he arrived at the entrance of the palace to enter the Limitless Temple. He kowtowed in front of the palace and did not get up. He knelt on the ground and cried. When the new emperor Li Chengmeng heard, he went to the spirit before he kissed, holding his younger brother up with tears in his eyes.

The officials who were all crying loudly knelt down on the ground and shouted, “Long live our Emperor!” Thus, the name of the new monarch’s benevolence resounded throughout the imperial court.

Li Chenbai took Li Chengming’s hand and kowtowed again and said: “I, Chen Bai greets my Emperor. Long live my Emperor, long live your Majesty!”

Li Chengming was stunned, a look of satisfaction flashed across his eyes, and he no longer reached out to help him. His words were full of love, but his demeanor was filled with haughty arrogance. “Sixth brother, quickly get up. Sixth Brother must have been extremely tired after hurrying through the night to go to Grand Concubine Xie’s palace to rest, right? My filial piety will not last half a second. If you hurt your body for the sake of a crying spirit, not to mention the pain I feel as your brother, even your royal father’s spirit in heaven will not be at peace. ”

Li Chenbai kowtowed again and thanked his royal brother with tears of gratitude. Li Chengming had made a good living and earned himself a good reputation. Only then did he leave in satisfaction.

Li Chenbai kept his head down as he looked at the green tiles at his feet. His heart was filled with ice water: Li Chengming seemed to care for his body, so he asked him to go to the Queen Mother Palace to rest. If he obeyed his orders, he could drown Li Chenbai with his saliva!

To avoid suspicion, Mu Ji did not enter the palace with him. Instead, he entered the palace to pay his respects. He accurately found Li Chenbai’s position in the midst of the numerous nobles of the civil and military ministers, and shot him with a small stone. Li Chenbai’s mind was extremely clear.

Mu Linger took out some food and water from her sleeves. As she watched Li Chenbai eat, she said softly, “Be careful, don’t move the things in the palace. I see that this big brother of yours is very strange.”

His voice was barely audible: “When I went to see the new emperor, he was heavily guarded. Behind the throne stood a man I recognized. He was the left protector of the Valley of the Fly. This person used poison to make the poison method unparalleled in the world. Your elder brother has invited him here, but you don’t know what’s so bad about it! Anyway, be careful. “But don’t be afraid, I am here. Hong Ying has also entered the capital. He will be waiting outside to receive you.”

Li Chenbai’s heart felt warm, and he was unable to speak. He could only nod his head and pat Mu Chen on the shoulder to express his gratitude. The two of them went out again, one in front of the other, and knelt down to cry.

After receiving the news, the princes rushed back to the capital from their respective lands. Li Chenbai was still better off. The distance between Shu and the capital was less than 1,400 miles, but it would only take three or four days for them to return home on horseback. Those remote princes of the feudal fiefdom weren’t so lucky. The last person to arrive was Fifth Prince Li Xu, who was still in the northeast. Twenty days after Emperor Wen had passed, the new emperor took his place in the throne, changing his country’s name to “Changxing” and his annual name to “Xing Ping”.

The imperial concubine, Feng Yingqi, has been “announced to the world, and the salt envoy has heard of it” along with the imperial edict of Crown Prince Li Ze, Huawei, and Dengji.

Xingping Year, June 8th. It was the auspicious day measured by the Emperor’s overseer, and the Emperor’s coffin was buried in Hengshan Mausoleum.

Vermillion Bird Street was snow-white and silent. The commoners knelt on both sides of the street, silently sending off the dead.

At the front of the group were the sixty-four people who had started the auction, holding up the flag of the Ten Thousand people Umbrella. Next was Emperor Wu Xing’s Rites of Honor. There were more than one thousand six hundred and twenty-eight people, each holding a “cremation” made of silk or white paper. There were weapons, banners, gold, silver, jewelry, as well as clothes, all of them majestic and awe-inspiring.

The bearers of the coffins were a hundred and twenty-eight people in each class, divided into three classes and took turns carrying the coffins. Behind the coffin were five hundred imperial guards, all fully armed with silver helmets and armor.

Behind them, there was the imperial family’s Minister of Civil and Military Affairs’ funeral carriage. A large number of monks and monks were mixed within the procession. They were all dressed in vestments and were carrying enforcers as they continuously played funeral music and recited scriptures …

The front lines were organized, and the back lines were large and messy.

The palanquin of the second prince was placed behind the throne of the new emperor. As soon as they left the city gates of Minde, the second prince’s consort screamed crazily from inside the car, “Someone, come! Call him Imperial Physician! Call him Imperial Physician! “