At this time, the Kong Mansion had already hung a white cloth.

Kong Hongxu is old and has not been in good health recently.

It happened to be the season when the season changed, and many people were infected with cold.

Kong Hongtai has been bedridden recently after being infected with wind and cold.

Later, Kong Hongxu was unfortunately infected and eventually failed to survive.

One of the two brothers left in the evening and the other in the early morning.

As the biggest talker of Confucius's mansion, Kong Wenshao was full of sorrow and haggard.

He didn't close his eyes all night.

Before this, he had been in bed for a while and had not had a good sleep.ъìＱυＧΕtV.℃ǒΜ

The eyes were covered with red blood, so dry that it seemed that tears would fall from the blink of an eye.

Although I know that my father and uncle are old, it will be a matter of time sooner or later.

But when things really came, he still felt it was difficult for him to accept it.

Li Yuan was with him, and his face turned pale.

She said, "My husband, I have sent news to the palace."

"You eat something first and prepare to go to the palace to meet His Majesty."

Kong Wenshao didn't say anything, but still sat quietly beside the bed.

Li Yuan sighed and said nothing.

Two Yanshenggongs passed away one after another. After the news spread, many people would definitely come to pay their respects.

Kong Wenshao was still immersed in his sadness, and the matter could only be on Li Yuan's head.

Even the memorials of formally reporting the death of officials to the court and applying for the deceased to issue official tributes and tomb construction and burial matters were written by Li Yuan.

After Li Yuan finished writing it, he took the memorial and took a look at Kong Wenshao.

Kong Wenshao did not express any opinions, but just changed into filial piety clothes silently.

After receiving the memorial, Kong Wenshao brought people into the palace.

Li Yuan lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking nothing.

Turning around and going to arrange things like building a mourning hall.

Because two generations of Yan Shenggong died one after another, Emperor Hongzhi deliberately postponed the court meeting today, waiting for Kong Wenshao to bring official documents to the palace to report.

Zhu Houzhao stood beside him, looking at Emperor Hongzhi seemingly thinking.

He couldn't help but ask, "What are the Father thinking?"

Emperor Hongzhi came to his senses and shook his head and said, "Nothing."

The new policy was implemented last year, and it was opposed by many officials.

Because Kong Hongxu and Kong Hongtai and Kong Hongtai were supported by the Kong family, they could barely try to continue to promote it.

Now that the two old Yan Shenggongs are dead, Emperor Hongzhi is a little worried that Kong Wenshao is still young and cannot control these scenes.

However, birth, old age, sickness and death are also impossible.

Zhu Houzhao said "Oh" and said, "My son has asked Dingxi Hou to come over and prepare to discuss the affairs of the scientific research institute together."

"After receiving the memorial, will the morning class stop taking place?"

Emperor Hongzhi said speechlessly: "As the prince of a country, it is the main thing to study and learn the way of governing the country."

"He looked at this scientific research, and there was no need for you to be so tired."

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "My son is not tired."

"My son is also looking forward to seeing the strange things that Dingxi Hou said as soon as possible."

Emperor Hongzhi smiled, as if he had agreed to his behavior of skipping class today.

While the father and son were talking, people outside reported that Kong Wenshao had arrived.

Emperor Hongzhi nodded and met him.

Kong Wenshao held the memorial in his hand and gave a big gift with a graceful face.

"See Your Majesty."

Emperor Hongzhi said in a heavy tone: "No gift."

Kong Wenshao handed the memorial to the nearby servant next to him, and the nearby servant turned it to Emperor Hongzhi.

Kong Wenshao said sadly: "My father and uncle died of illness last night. As a son and nephew, I came to the palace to submit a memorial to Your Majesty to inform you of this matter."

Emperor Hongzhi nodded, opened the memorial and read it carefully.

Officials in the Ming Dynasty had a strict funeral system.

Yan Shenggong was treated by the princes, and there was a strict process for funerals.

This memorial lists the resumes of the messenger, highlights his achievements and virtues, and cited the source of the regulations on burial and funeral regulations and examples, so as to apply for glory for the deceased.

Although Kong Hongxu suffered from virtue during his lifetime, after his death, the memorials were all written in his memorials.

After reading it, Emperor Hongzhi said to Kong Wenshao: "The two generations of Yan Shenggong contributed a lot to our Ming Dynasty."

"I was very sad to hear this news today."

"As the next Yan Shenggong, I have a great responsibility."

"If you lose control, if you don't understand anything, I will send officials from the Ministry of Rites to Confucius's Mansion to help control."

Kong Wenshao endured the grief and gave a great gift with gratitude.

After the gift, I couldn't help but wipe the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand and asked Kong Wenshao to go back early to handle the funeral.

Kong Wenshao said retreating and walked out of the hall.

Looking at the dazzling sun above my head, I blinked my dry eyes.

Prepare to leave the palace.

Halfway through.

But I saw a person coming from the opposite side from afar.

The man was tall and had his usual calmness and calmness on his face.

But it made Kong Wenshao's heart suddenly tighten.

The person coming was Zhao Ce.

Today, Zhao Ce went to Hanlin Academy to take the spot, and then he was scrambling to fish while thinking about the scientific research institute.

Zhu Houzhao summoned him and wanted to discuss the matter with him.

Zhao Ce cleaned up and prepared to go to the East Palace.

He still doesn't know the news that Yan Sheng Gong died in heaven.

Seeing Kong Wenshao staring at him on the other side, Zhao Ce felt a little strange.

Although he told Emperor Hongzhi about the descendants of the Kong family.

But to be fair, I did not use this to threaten the people who passed through the Confucius Mansion and asked them to help do anything.

How to arrange their work is all for the emperor.

Zhao Ce thought about it.

So far, the emperor seems to have not let the Kong family do anything too radical.

It was nothing more than leading the people of the Confucius Mansion to support him when he was implementing the new policy.

Could it be that Kong Wenshao, like the silly and sweet group of Hanlin Academy, thinks that all these things should be blamed?

But when he looked at it again, he found that Kong Wenshao was wearing a mourning uniform.

Zhao Ce remembered the two Yan Shenggongs of the Kong family, who were quite old.

Kong Wenshao wore a mourning robes and went to the palace to report his death, but he didn't know who died.

Although his family has a fair relationship with the Confucius Mansion, death is the most important thing.

Since I have seen it, I still have to say hello.

Zhao Ce thought for a moment and kept walking forward.

Kong Wenshao's eyes were still looking at him.

He knew that his father and uncle were old, and it was normal for him to die after being infected with the cold.

But looking at Zhao Ce, I remembered the sad look of his father and uncle who mentioned this person before.
To be continued...