Chapter 464: The Widow's Tears and Delicious Snacks (Readable)
The early morning meeting was not as troublesome as Zhao Rong imagined.
Perhaps because the young emperor is still too young, some military and state affairs have already been discussed privately by the Dugu family, the regent and the court officials, just like Zhao Rong and others discussed matters in the back hall of Weiyang Palace last night.
So I just went through the process in the morning.
At this time, in the court hall, the Dugu family, who was listening behind the curtain, announced the appointment of Zhao Rong and other Confucian scholars, and announced that they would have full authority to manage the Zen ceremony.
Later, it was also announced that the location of the Zen ceremony was Mount Sacrifice to the Moon.
All the civil and military officials in the court knew that this was a serious matter, and it was not their turn to question it, but no one had any objections.
Except for some officials, including Zhao Rong, who noticed the emaciated censor, most of the officials looked with admiration at the young Confucian scholar who was given the seat by the young emperor.
The latter's face was calm, and his eyes glanced at the little emperor on the dragon throne high up from time to time.
I saw that the little emperor seemed to be in a good mood today, but occasionally lost his mind and thought of something, with a smile on his face.
After a while, the morning court ended and all the officials retired.
However, they did not leave immediately. Instead, according to their daily routine, they changed into white clothes and went to the main hall where the late emperor was still in mourning to express their condolences and kneel down.
Zhao Rong didn't really understand these funeral customs for Li people, but he followed the local customs, so he changed into white clothes and went with them.
But Xiao Qian'er couldn't come in, so she waited for him outside.
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A majestic and solemn hall is filled with plain materials.
There is a gold-lacquered nanmu dragon coffin placed in the center.
The Dugu clan and the young emperor took the lead in kneeling down with hundreds of officials.
The first two are closest to the dragon coffin.
Weeping and sobbing, clothes wet with tears.
Zhao Rong stood behind the crowd. After paying homage, he looked up. Only then did he really see the figure of Dugu's back clearly.
Finally no longer hidden behind beaded curtains.
I saw that this Dugu family should be very young.
Viewed from the angle of Zhao Rong from behind, she has silky silk hair, plain clothes, and a very good figure.
The very close-fitting snow-white mourning dress outlined the young widow's graceful waist. The waist was thinner than any divorced woman Zhao Rong had ever seen, with undulating arcs...
At this time, she was sitting on the ground with her calves bent, as if she didn't care about the dirt on the ground. She covered her mouth with a handkerchief and grabbed the dragon coffin with one hand, and began to cry.
Zhao Rong only saw this young widow standing at the top of Dali's power, with trembling shoulders and covering her mouth to wipe tears.
Beside her, the little emperor was also affected by her words and actions, crying, "Don't hurt the queen"...
When the officials saw this, they cried and knelt down one after another. Even Li Mingyi, who had always been dignified and calm, knelt on his knees with a sad look on his face.
Some of the ministers, who looked very senior with their white beards and hair, were even more exaggerated. Some of them almost grabbed the ground with their heads and cried and hit the pillars.
In the main hall, the wailing sounds of "Xiandi" and "Wow woo woo" reverberated throughout the hall.
Zhao Rong finished the worship ceremony quietly and quietly.
At this time, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help but look around at this somewhat noisy scene, wondering if he would also have to howl twice to make sense of it.
Everyone is working so hard, and he still has to say a few words about his superiority and inferiority.
Otherwise, wouldn’t it be an insult to everyone’s efforts in creating this atmosphere?
It’s just that Zhao Rong worked hard for a long time, but he really couldn’t squeeze out tears.
He suddenly thought... It would be great if Xiao Qian'er was here. She is the best at pretending to cry and act pitiful. She has been like this since she was a child, so speaking of it, women still have talents in this area...
At this time, behind the crowd, Zhao Rong clenched his fist to cover his mouth and coughed slightly.
But fortunately, after entering the Soul Resting Hall, he kept a low profile, lagging behind everyone and not standing at the front. Otherwise, his face-less and indifferent look would make everyone in the audience embarrassed to the point of picking their feet?
After a while, the crying finally ended.
A divorced girl with a string string wanted to help the distressed Dugu beside the dragon coffin, but she shook her head and pushed her away.
"Ugh, let's take His Majesty back first. He has to go to the Imperial Study Room to study with the gentlemen. The others should disperse as well. Let... let one of the Ai family accompany the late Emperor..."
String Li Nu led the order and went to help the young emperor.
Li Mingyi and all the officials also said goodbye one after another, exiting in an orderly manner.
Zhao Rong also stood up and left with the crowd.
With his sharp ears, he heard the admiration and emotion of many Confucian scholars and civil servants in the crowd.
"The empress is truly the most pure and virtuous, with the grace of an ancient queen..."
"Obviously, it is a mistake. I, Dali, can have a queen behind the curtain to listen to the affairs and assist the young emperor. It is really the late emperor's legacy. It is a great blessing..."
"Yes, yes, every day the empress and your majesty come here, they are in pain and pain. They will never forget the late emperor, who was pure and filial. He moved heaven and earth, and inspired all the people with his first filial piety. I am respected by all the people here..."
Some old ministers stroked their beards and sighed, saying that they would swear to be loyal to the Queen Mother and Her Majesty to the death, and all the officials around agreed.
Zhao Rong raised his eyebrows when he heard this and glanced at the back of the man in python robe walking at the front of the crowd. He couldn't see his expression at this time and how he reacted after hearing these words.
The young Confucian scholar smiled.
At this time, he had already walked out of the hall.
At the door, Zhao Rong couldn't help but turn his head, and finally took a look at the young queen mother lying on the ground next to the dragon coffin in the main hall.
Looking from a distance, after everyone left, she seemed to be standing up holding the coffin. Dressed in a white and close-fitting mourning dress, she was indeed extremely beautiful...
However, Zhao Rong didn't think much about the pretty widow's bad taste, but thought about other things.
At present, it seems that the Dugu family, together with the young emperor, the orphan and the widow, are in power. The most important cornerstone of this power is indeed the 'just right and justice'.
Before coming to Hanjing, Zhao Rong was still a little confused. How could Li Mingyi and Zhou Dufu, two high-quality warriors who were as good as the Golden Core monks and had military power, achieve a triangular balance of power with a female Taoist family who had no power to bind a chicken?
And it was also suppressed.
What he saw and heard at this moment made him understand a lot,
Regardless of whether their relationship is true or not, as long as they maintain the gift of filial piety, these two orphans and widowed mothers can suppress the two high-level warriors and not move, regardless of whether they have any rebellious intentions...
This is righteousness, this is taking advantage of the situation.
The pretty young widow in the hall was obviously a good at taking advantage of the situation.
Zhao Rong and Gu Yiwu came to Linlu Academy because of her courtesy and borrowed power.
Now this Zen ceremony is a big gamble. If they win, the Dugu family and the young emperor will gain great momentum. As for losing...
Zhao Rong shook his head and didn't think about it anymore.
It has nothing to do with him.
He brought his classmates here, and he also had his own mission and purpose.
Zhao Rong is an outsider in Li Di, and there is no friendship entanglement... Well, there seems to be an extra Su Qingdai now, but her matter seems to have been resolved.
At present, it seems that he will not foolishly join forces and get involved in this whirlpool of forces from all sides.
Not to mention being Dugu's knife.
Instead, Zhao Rong pretended to be a greedy and lustful Confucian scholar, jumping left and right, cutting and bleeding the three forces of the Great Li...
At this time, on the steps of the main hall, at the very back of the crowd, when Zhao Rong stopped and looked back, distracted, a short figure approached.
"Mr. Zhao, what are you looking at?"
It was the little emperor who was about to go back to the imperial study to study, he said in a curious tone.
Zhao Rong immediately turned around and bowed first: "Your Majesty."
Then, he glanced at the little emperor's young and innocent face, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth... I'm looking at your mother, um, I'm not swearing...
"I am sorry and grieved that the late emperor died young."
Zhao Rong nodded seriously.
The little emperor said sincerely: "Mr. Zhao, please don't be too sad, it will easily hurt your body, just like the queen mother."
"Thank you for your relationship, Your Majesty."
At this time, the little emperor was followed by a large group of people. In addition to the palace maids and guards, there were also two string girls sent by the Dugu family. In addition, there was a figure who looked very familiar to Zhao Rong.
Zhao Rong couldn't help but glance at the respectful and skinny censor behind the little emperor.
I saw him outside the palace gate in the morning.
At this time, the thin censor was also watching him intently, with a calm expression.
"Mr. Zhao, I'm here to introduce you to Mr. Zhang Huizhi. He is the censor of the Yushitai. He was invited by his mother to be a lecturer in the imperial study room. He is now one of my teachers."
Seemingly noticing Zhao Rong's gaze, the little emperor smiled and introduced him to Zhao Rong enthusiastically.
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After everyone left, the Tingling Hall was empty and lonely.
A dragon coffin is placed quietly in the center.
A woman in white clothes, covered with a snow-white gauze, was half-lying on the ground beside the coffin.
The huge dragon coffin made her soft body become more and more petite.
The slender waist is full and the figure is unparalleled in beauty.
Even if the face is covered with gauze, it still cannot block a certain light.
With this pretty widow present, this slightly dark hall seemed to be a little brighter.
At this time, half of her face was exposed, a pair of pretty and powerful red phoenix eyes, which looked particularly charming because of the pear blossoms and the red ends of the eyes.
Especially the posture of the widow lying on the ground, as weak and helpless as if she had lost her backbone.
When any man sees this, his first impulse will probably be to rush forward and hold her in his arms, to love and cherish her...
At this moment, when the footsteps outside the hall fade away, there is only one person and a coffin left in the hall.
Dugu suddenly stood up lightly.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the dusty sleeves and skirt.
She frowned slightly and walked directly to the back of the palace, where a bookish girl in palace clothes was standing quietly with her head lowered, looking at the ground without squinting.
Dugu frowned and stretched out his hand.
Cardamom handed over the hot and wet white towel in his hand.
The young widow wearing a white veil wiped her hands with a white towel and left with her chin raised slightly.
Before the figure disappeared around the corner, she looked back slightly and glanced at the noble dragon coffin in the center of the hall.
The eyes are dull.
And indifferent.
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In the square not far from the main hall, the little emperor introduced Zhang Huizhi to Zhao Rong as he walked.
Zhao Rong greeted the latter but didn't say much.
The little emperor was in a good mood today, "Mr. Zhao, I have to go back to study first and finish reading early today."
"Oh?" Zhao Rong glanced at his face and said, "Your Majesty is so active in studying. It is really a blessing to be away from home."
The little emperor was a little embarrassed and whispered: "Ahem, Mr. Zhao, I want to find the beautiful sister from last night later..."
Zhao Rong understood instantly, good guy.
The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
The little emperor raised his head and looked at the sky, feeling relieved.
At this moment.
Not far away, a young guard suddenly walked up, holding a food box in his hand.
The guard came to them and reported.
"Your Majesty, the prince asked me to bring you some snacks."
The little emperor was curious, "Oh? It's the delicious food that the emperor's uncle found? Please pass it over."
Everyone get out of the way.
Zhao Rong also stepped aside to give way.
The guard stepped forward, presented the food box to the little emperor, and said in a calm tone: "The prince also said that your majesty has worked hard recently in studying, riding and shooting, etc., and he has been rewarded. From now on, you must study harder. Don't do it."
Live up to the late emperor’s high expectations.”
After a pause, "Your Majesty said, Your Majesty will definitely like this snack."
"It's natural, I will study hard." The little emperor said, smiling happily: "I didn't expect that the emperor's uncle would be so considerate. I don't know what kind of snacks I asked the emperor to bring..."
With that said, the young man in the dragon robe reached out and gently opened the food box.
The next second, Zhao Rong next to him saw his face slightly blank, and then he shouted "Ah" and fell to the ground.
The little emperor's voice was full of fear.
The lid tied with yellow brocade lost its support and slid back, and the food box was closed again.
"Ah, ah, this, this, this," the little emperor sitting on the ground kicked his feet and backed away crazily.
The guard was carrying the food box, motionless.
Zhao Rong frowned, stepped forward, and opened the lid of the food box with his big hand.
I saw a pair of severed hands lined up quietly inside.
The jade finger is very beautiful.
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PS: One more thing, after half an hour, brothers will refresh~