It was past nine o'clock, and the sky was not yet bright. A thin drizzle of rain fell in the sky, giving Shangjing a sad look.

Prince Qin's eyes were all white. The main door was wide open. On the eaves of the main door hung two large lanterns with the words "Die Li" floating in the air. On both sides of the main door, two rows of young men wearing white linen clothes were set up from the mourning hall.

After that, people started coming to pay their respects one after another.

Although news of the recurrence of Prince Qin's old illness continued to spread during these days, no one expected that this god-like existence would actually pass away on such a night. All the ministers who were able to go to court were

He came to pay homage in person, and other people who were not qualified to enter were given gifts. Many people even came to Beijing, wearing white linen clothes, and knelt down on the roadside to cry for the old prince. I don't think any emperor in the past had this honor.

The emperor arrived with Jiang Aoran. When he stood at the gate, he paused when he saw the large characters "Prince Qin's Palace built by imperial decree." Jiang Aoran glanced at the emperor who had an unclear expression and only said respectfully.

Stand aside respectfully.

Although Prince Qin's prestige in the court and among the people of Great Xia had long been expected, Jiang Aoran felt that he still underestimated Prince Qin's prestige along the way. It seemed that the entire imperial city was stained by Prince Qin's death.

Deeply sad, those people kneeling on the roadside crying, they really feel sad from the bottom of their hearts.

There are also these students wearing sackcloth and wearing filial piety at the gate of the palace. Even though they are all weak scholars, they can't stop them from admiring Prince Qin.

Jiang Aoran didn't know what the emperor was thinking when he saw this scene, but I'm afraid no emperor would want to see a minister with such prestige. Fortunately, Prince Qin passed away, otherwise the emperor might not be able to tolerate him.

Of course, what Jiang Aoran didn't know was that the emperor had actually secretly taken action. If he had known earlier, maybe the Jiang family would not be in such a situation.

Standing at the door to greet Shangguan Jue and Shangguan Yu, the emperor's eyes passed over them, then fell on Shangguan Jue and said: "Go in, I will give the emperor a piece of incense."

Shangguan Jue's face was expressionless. Only he knew that there was a faint smell of blood in his mouth. He almost used up all his will not to go up and question him. How did his grandfather feel sorry for him and let him do this?

Cruel hand.

Shangguan never said anything, but Shangguan Yu stepped forward with a sad look on his face and said: "Your Majesty, please come in."

The emperor's eyes rested on Shangguan Yu's face for a moment, then he patted his shoulder and said, "My condolences."

The drizzle became heavier and heavier. Wang Youde held an umbrella for the emperor, but his entire body was exposed.

The huge mourning hall was full of cries. The emperor walked into the hall. Concubine Xiao, Mrs. Chen and others were all kneeling in mourning according to their status. Everyone was crying very sadly.

Manager Bai lit some incense and handed it to the emperor. The emperor, with red eyes, offered the incense to the old prince.

"I want to see your uncle again." After the incense was laid, the emperor made another request.

Shangguan Jue's nails almost dug into the palm of his hand, "The Emperor is interested." His voice was very hoarse. The Emperor couldn't help but take a closer look at him, but saw a faint green shadow appear in his eyes. He was still as young as

In the same way, in the end, my heart is still greedy for this blood relationship.

The emperor sighed and went to the back hall. Shangguan Jue looked at his empty clothes hanging on the bones, lowered his eyelids slightly, and quickly put away the sarcasm in his eyes.

In the fine golden nanmu coffin, the old prince was lying quietly. He was not wearing the imperial uniform of King Qin, but the armor that had been with him for many years. The armor was stained with the blood of many people.

, looking carefully, there are many gaps, which were left by the old prince on the battlefield.

The emperor stared at the people who seemed to be sleeping in the coffin, and finally shed tears. In the emperor's house, every step he took was very tiring. Looking back, he saw that there were already piles of bones behind him.

How many of them are related to him by blood?

Upon seeing this, Shangguan Yu said: "Your Majesty, my condolences, my father still waited for Jue'er before he left. He left with a smile in the end."

The emperor nodded and said: "The people of Daxia will remember everything my uncle has done for the Great Xia Dynasty. This posthumous matter must be handled properly. Wang Youde, please let the officials from the Ministry of Rites come in to see me."

At this time, almost all the important figures in the Great Xia Dynasty were in the palace. The emperor ordered the Ministry of Rites to properly handle the funeral of the old prince, and gave him a posthumous title, which can be said to be an unlimited honor and favor.

Shangguan Jue looked at his behavior coldly. When the emperor finally planned to take action against the old prince, he had no intention of letting go of Prince Qin's palace. However, he was not an old man. After devoting his life to the Great Xia Dynasty,

They even killed him at the slightest sign of his neck, just because of the emperor's inexplicable suspicion.

The emperor stayed in Prince Qin's Mansion for two hours before returning to the palace. At the same time, he served as Prince Qin's court for three days. The people in the capital were not allowed to have any happy events within three months, while the officials of Daxia were allowed six months. In this way

, the Prince Qin’s Mansion is even more crowded, with an endless stream of people coming to pay their respects.

At night, the palace slowly fell into silence.

Shangguan Jue glanced at Concubine Xiao and others who were almost crying to death, and told Manager Bai: "Take them all down."

Manager Bai nodded, and Mrs. Chen helped Xiao Concubine come forward. Both of their faces were pale and pale, and their eyes were swollen like walnuts. Xiao Concubine glanced at Shangguan Jue and said, "Shangguan Yu"

", a cold war broke out.

Naturally, this Shangguan Yu could not be her son, but his face, body shape, and subtle movements were so precise that even her own mother could not tell them apart.

Concubine Xiao thought of the endless crowds during the day. Only then did she understand what Shangguan Jue meant when he said he was looking for death. Shangguan Yu had really done the stupidest thing in the world. He thought he just had to stick to the

The emperor became emperor, but he didn't know that the emperor himself couldn't do it.

The emperor wanted to kill the old prince, but after the old prince died, he had to respectfully come to pay homage in person, and even gave the old prince endless honors and favors. Of course, all this was for the world to see.

This performance of the emperor also shows that he does not have the guts to blatantly kill the old prince, so he went to Shangguan Yu, not because he trusted him, but because he wanted Shangguan Yu to be a scapegoat. Once the incident came to light, Shangguan Yu's personal

Only those who kill their fathers will be the beasts despised by everyone in the entire Great Xia.

Concubine Xiao even understood that if the incident really happened, the emperor would definitely leave her alone, and Shangguan Yu actually believed the emperor's sweet words.

She had been planning all her life, and then she realized that her proud son was just a fool. He was not even one ten thousandth as good as Shangguan Jue, and now he had become a useless person. Xiao Concubine did not even know that she

How did the day and night go by, and I don’t know how I will deal with myself in the future.

Chen's voice was already hoarse: "Shangguan Jue, we have done as you said, please let me go."

Shangguan Jue looked at Mrs. Chen coldly: "You don't have to come to the mourning hall."

His voice was as cold as the sound of hell. Chen's expression froze and her heart trembled. Yes, she would cooperate with Shangguan Jue and she only hoped that Shangguan Yu's patricide would not be exposed. She still had

With so many children to take care of, Shangguan Yu's confusion not only ruined herself, but also the future of her second wife. She was not qualified to negotiate terms with Shangguan Jue.

In the end, Manager Bai didn't need to say anything, Chen, Concubine Xiao and others went down together.

The bustling mourning hall suddenly became deserted.

Shangguan Jue knelt alone in front of the soul all night. The rain outside was pouring continuously, and Shangguan Jue's mind was also dark.

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When the news about the old prince reached the northwest, the northwest was plunged into a storm of mourning for the Marshal, the God of War.

Qingluan accidentally dropped the tea cup in her hand and dropped it to the ground. Although she was mentally prepared, when the news actually came, Qingluan's heart still tightened. She was getting along with the old prince.

Time was still short, and although the old prince was not on her side at that time, she never blamed him.

Because she understood that the old prince was thinking wholeheartedly about Shangguan Jue. The stubborn old man always boasted about Shangguan Jue and glared at him as if he had shortcomings. But when Shangguan never paid attention, his

My eyes always passed over him from time to time.

And Shangguan Jue must be so sad at this moment, but she can't be by his side.

The old lady and others who were originally talking to Qingluan fell silent when they heard the news. When Wei Che sent them away, it was because the old prince's old illness recurred. Wei Che felt that the water in Beijing was mixed.

, they could not wait to send them to the northwest, but now the old prince passed away unexpectedly, what about Shangjing, what is the situation in Shangjing at this time, and whether the sudden death of the old prince has anything to do with the situation in Beijing.

After a long while, the old lady finally said: "Luan'er, this is the Marshal's Mansion after all. Even if the old prince is far away in the capital, everything here must be arranged."

Qingluan was slightly shaken and nodded before giving the order. All the red colors in the house were to be changed and everything was to be pure and simple. Although Qingluan was not in Beijing, he also changed into plain clothes. Her hands touched her gently.

It's on your lower abdomen. Baby, your great-grandfather was a great hero. It's a pity that you can't see him anymore.
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