: One horse is coming

The Yang family courtyard was very lively. As soon as you entered the gate, drums and cymbals were played in the left wing room. The doors and windows were opened, and a group of old Taoists wearing yellow beams and black Taoist robes were stepping on the seven-star steps, whisks in their hands were raising lightly, and lying in their mouths, doing rituals for Duke Wei, to bless him with immortal spirit and to reach the Taixu Fairyland as soon as possible.

These people are Taoist priests of Baiyun Temple. With their status as Taoist officials, ordinary people cannot invite them. However, the status of Duke Wei is different. In addition, his relationship with the national teacher is extraordinary, so the Master Baiyun Temple personally led the top ten disciples, and he did not need anyone to invite them, so he took the initiative to come.

On the right side, there are missionaries of Jacobs and the third-class Fired Age. The senior manager is old and is quite repulsive of Western monks doing rituals, so he never goes in after the arrangement of the place. I don’t know how these Western monks do it, but I only know that they are praying for angels to lead their masters to heaven, a very beautiful place.

When the senior manager saw that they had no magical tools, they could not match the show of the Buddhist and Taoist schools. He just thought that they were taking the opportunity to fight the autumn wind and felt very despised. However, the master was very nice to them during his lifetime, and his family did not lack this reward, so they went there.

The main hall opposite Yang Ling Suri met with foreign guests has now been changed into a mourning hall. A row of white paper lanterns hung under the eaves. When you look up, you can see a huge black "Dian".

The mourning hall is solemn, with a white curtain connected to the sky and the earth on the front. The black lacquer coffin is placed behind the curtain, revealing only a head and face. There is no one in the coffin, only a set of clothes worn by Yang Ling.

There is a line of regular script in the upper part of the tent: "Yang Qiangu, Duke of Wen Cheng and Wu, and Duke of Guo Wei." The sides of the tent are hung with elegy couplets sent by the royal officials in the capital, and the left and right walls are full of sacrifices. The signatures are diverse. On the left are given by the royal officials led by Zhu Gang, Duke of Cheng and Wu. On the right are given by the civil and military officials led by the three great scholars and the six ministries and nine ministers.

The content is nothing more than something like "sound and appearance", "everyday", "continuous style", etc., with the signature below, and at the bottom of the character "Dian" is a strip of black lacquered wooden table with an incense burner on it to offer fruits.

In the mourning hall, the expensive sandalwood in the copper furnace was clattering, and the rich cigarettes rose, making the mourning hall misty. Eighteen monks chanting sutras had retreated to the corridor to have tea and rest. On the mourning hall, there were rows of kneeling on the right side of Han Youniang, Yu Tangchun, Xue Limei and Yang Yunlong, the nephew of Yang Ling.

Tang Yixian was also wearing white clothes, and his wife and Han Wei and his wife had red and swollen eyes and answered to the guests who came to worship the ground. The maids and maids tiptoed to change incense, cut candle heads, burn gold and silver paper, and the servants served tea and water. The crowds continued to flow but silently.

Han Youniang was wearing white clothes, and had a jute vest on the outside, tied a hemp rope on her waist, and knelt in front of the spirit. She asked her to bow and bow, and she stopped, her eyes were empty, and she was stunned and as if she had lost her soul.

It only took two years for a good life. Although my husband was away all year round, she knew that he had her in his heart and had always loved her deeply. My husband is now extremely prominent, but he has always respected and loved her, a hunter daughter who is ordinary and humble than her concubines.

Although her husband was running around, she felt at ease and sweet when he was there. Then, just two years after God gave her the greatest happiness, she cruelly took it back. She held a funeral for her husband two years ago, but she didn't know the feeling of love. Although she was sad and crying, it was mainly a kind of instinct for being a wife. This time, her heart was emptied.

The candle was bleak, the wind was desolate, the paper was fluttering, and the white flowers were swaying. Yutangchun and Xuelimei were covered in white, with tears broken, and the crying sound was hoarse, the flowers were bleak, and like pear blossoms with rain. They could no longer cry. They dared not cry anymore, because Han Youniang had been there for three days. She knelt here and kept guarding, like a clay sculpture, like a clay sculpture, neither crying nor crying, and there was no sound at all. No one dared to stimulate her again.

Others wanted to persuade him, but no matter what you said, she turned a deaf ear. Tang Yixian had no choice but to invite the emperor quietly, but she seemed to have no idea about the emperor. As a result, Zhengde persuaded him for a long time, but she didn't say a word, which made Zhengde burst into tears. The emperor was crying, could he not cry? As a result, Liu Jin and Ma Yongcheng had to cry while wailing Emperor Zhengde out.

Seeing that the young lady's complexion was getting worse, Yu Tangchun brought the young master to impress her with the child. Han You Niang took the child and breastfeeded, and then handed it to the old lady. The whole process was still silent. Yu Tangchun and Xue Limei were not only sad about her husband's departure, but now they are also increasingly worried about the young lady's situation.

He knelt and did not move for three days, neither eating nor drinking water, which was simply unimaginable. Who could do it? No one suspected that when the funeral was held in seven days, he was afraid that this first-class lady of the imperial decree would go on the road with her husband. She was thinking of dying for mortality.

Tang Yixian sent away several officials with red and swollen eyes, and said to Han Wei worriedly: "Brother Han, how can this be done in this situation? You are her biological brother, so I'm going to think of a way. If this continues, I'm afraid that my sister.........she..."

"If a girl can cry, it will be easier." Han Wei said this, his nose sore and tears fell again: "The girl is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and has a strong temperament. My sister-in-law hasn't seen his son yet, and now she can't even see the body..., the young mother feels uncomfortable..."

Tang Yixian stomped his feet in a hurry and said, "What should I do? It's going to be dead. Who should I discuss with? Even if I take the child out, my sister didn't respond at all. I'll go find Sister Wenxin to have an idea, but Sister Wenxin..."

Tang Yixian's eyes turned red, the corners of his mouth flattened, and he said in a crying voice: "Sister Wenxin and Young Lady Sister look like they are. Wenlan and the brothers over there were blisters of their mouths, whimper......" Tang Yixian could no longer help but cover her mouth and started crying again.

Han Wei gritted his teeth and said, "Women are chaste, and they will last forever; once they are with them, they will never change. They will go on a hunger strike to sacrifice their fortunes. It was originally a virtue for women. My sister wanted to die for her husband. My brother should not stop me, but now that she has the Yang family, she can't let her children lose their father and their mother just now."

A woman sacrificed her husband for her death, which was a beautiful thing at that time and would be praised. People in the world think that only a chaste woman and a strong couple can have such a feat. Even if her biological parents have no right to stop her, Han Wei was determined to save her girl, but he felt uneasy and had to say a reason first.

Tang Yixian breathed a sigh of relief. Since the young mother heard the news of Lord Yang's death, her consciousness had been completely closed. If she had gone on a hunger strike, Yu Tangchun and Xue Limei could only follow in the footsteps. Although the Yang family became a hereditary duke and the young master was raised by him, Lord Yang went there. It was already sad enough. How could Tang Yixian bear to lose these three sisters again?

Yun'er hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, the young master doesn't know his parents yet. Who cares about him is always inferior to his biological parents. If the wife has no descendants, she will go with the master. Now the master has left this little blood. The wife should cherish her descendants for the master's incense."

She was the maid who had been with Han Youniang for the longest time and had the deepest feelings. When she heard that her uncle's tone was loose, her face turned red with excitement. She hurriedly said, afraid that Han Wei would change his mind again.

Han Wei said "Yes" and said, "I'll go and persuade the girl again. If she doesn't turn around, I will slash her out with one palm. Yun'er, you turn around and get some millet porridge for her to force her to drink, and her body will be unable to bear it anymore."

Yun'er nodded repeatedly, and Han Wei walked towards Han Youniang. Han Youniang's eyes were empty. She saw someone coming to her. She couldn't tell who it was, but she thought that someone was coming to pay her respects. She held the ground with both hands, kowtowed upright and returned the salute, and then knelt straight on the mat.

Han Wei felt sad and said, "Girl, I... I am the eldest brother. You have to take care of yourself. For the sake of your sister-in-law and children, if you have a few problems, what will I explain to them when your father and second brother return to Beijing?"

As he said, tears fell again. Han Wei leaned his head to wipe the tears. His movements suddenly froze there. His eyes were open for a moment. A woman with a phoenix crown and a red wedding robe came in from the gate and walked towards the mourning hall step by step.

A large number of inexplicable officials followed in again, and the yard was shaking its head and regretful. They were about to say goodbye and go out, and they were all surprised to avoid them. The family members who were responsible for the welcome were also standing there in panic, not daring to meet them.

"Dang..... Gou'er~ Gou'er~ Gou'er~ Gou'er~ Gou'er~" A monk with a profound cultivation and a deep concentration accidentally threw away the lid of the teapot and rang on the ground for a long time. The monks kept their original movements unmoving, shaped like eighteen arhats, with their eyes full of glaring Vajras and glaring at the Vajra.

The senior manager met in surprise and said in a trembling voice: "Miss, you... are you..."

Gao Wenxin glanced at him and suddenly laughed. The senior manager couldn't help but take a step back.

Gao Wenxin gently stroked the spirit card in his hand, looked around his eyes, and said quietly: "My Lord has promised me that after October, when the snow fell, he would go back to Beijing to marry me. Now the time has come. Look, it's time for the snow to fall on this day. Lord Yang... It's time for me to marry me."

The senior manager felt a chill in his heart and said, "Miss, Lord Yang... He... has passed......." As soon as he met Gao Wenxin's gaze, he couldn't help but feel cold and could no longer take it.

Gao Wenxin could speak, laugh, and move, but those eyes could not see any vitality, almost exactly the same as the wife's eyes.

Gao Wenxin floated into the mourning hall like a ghost holding the spirit card. Some of the officials following behind heard their conversation clearly, and couldn't help but shook their heads and sighed again. A miserable black and white color suddenly appeared in a red look, which obviously stimulated Han Youniang. She looked at Gao Wenxin straight. After a while, her eyes seemed to have a little spiritual energy, and she actually shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sister Wenxin, you...you......"

Gao Wenxin put down the spirit card, knelt down on her knees, and kowtowed to her, then said with tears in his eyes: "Madam, Wenxin's family is in a big trouble, and he is sent to the sect. If it weren't for the help of the adults, Gao Wenxin would have become a prostitute who obeyed and shameless. He would have been a pile of nameless bones. The adults are as kind as a mountain to me, and Wenxin is so broken that she can't repay her.

Madam, Wen couldn't help feeling like an adult, but now he has gone..... Wen Xin knew that his identity was humble and came to the door with shame, only seeking the identity of a concubine. He could serve his wife legitimately, and could live a life of honor for him, burn incense and worship spirits, and ask for the wife... to achieve success."

As she said, two lines of hot tears flowed down again, and dripped onto the ground one by one as she bowed down.

Han Youniang finally got back to her soul completely. After hearing the sworn sister clearly, she shook her head in panic and said, "No, Sister Wenxin. Xueer and Yu'er are supposed to keep their pride for their husbands, but how could it drag down my sister's life? If I agree, my husband will definitely not forgive me."

Gao Wenxin cried sadly and said, "Wenxin was ashamed to speak, but she didn't dare to hide it from her wife anymore. Wenxin had already secretly ordered her to be the first time she had been in a lifelong relationship with her. He agreed to me after returning to Beijing. Although she had left now, Wen was in a mood and had a heart. Except for the adults, she would not think about him anymore, so she would definitely be able to do it."

Gao Wenxin said. He bowed deeply again. Han Youniang was anxious to help her, but her knees were numb and she could no longer move. She had to say anxiously: "Sister Wenxin invites you. My sister can't stand such a big gift. My husband... He never talked about this to me. My husband has always taken good care of his sister. Youniang is afraid that she will make her husband wrong and harm her for life. She will have no face to face her husband when she reaches the storm."

When Xue Limei saw Gao Wenxin's resolute look, she remembered the "Spring Palace Picture" she had seen before. She and her husband had already become husband and wife. With the chastity of Wenxin's sister, how could she promise others? She was wearing auspicious clothes and entered the mourning hall today. If Young Mother didn't agree, she would be life soon, so she hurriedly whispered to Han Youniang.

Han Youniang looked at Yu Tangchun. Yu Jie'er nodded with since then. Han Youniang believed it. She sighed and said, "Sister Wenxin, my husband is sorry for you. My sister was originally a lady from a wealthy family, but now she is a female official in the court. How can you come to the door so self-deprecatingly?

My husband has already... gone, and I am the one who decides the Yang family. My young mother wants to perform a ceremony for writing and ceremonies, and I carry my sister to the sedan chair in eight. The time... is set for tomorrow. Sister, you and I are friends from Jinlan, and my sister cures my husband's chronic disease. I have a great kindness to my Yang family. My young mother dares not compromise my sister. In the future, I will still be your young mother and sister. Don't mention the word "madam".

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. After being stimulated by Gao Wenxin, the wife's energy seemed to have returned. When she saw Gao Wenxin, she also remembered the child and knew that raising offspring for her husband was the right responsibility for a wife. Her tone was loose, and she seemed to have eliminated the idea of ​​committing suicide and dying for her.

"Thank you, Madam, for your fulfillment, Wen Xin... Wen Xin is grateful for your lifelong gratitude," Gao Wenxin finished speaking, hugged the young lady, and the two hugged each other and cried. The sad voice was heartbreaking.

Old Butler Gao wiped his tears and hurried out to do some work. When my concubine passed by, she was not so particular about it. She was the family member who came in. Now the wife said she wanted to give her six gifts. The following is the place to hire her, which is to treat the lady as a fair wife.

The young lady is a family of officials, young and beautiful, and is a famous goddess doctor in the capital. However, her fate is tragic, she fell into a family and became a maid. She was also divorced by her fiancé, which caused countless rumors among her neighbors.

Now that the lady is determined to marry the master, the eldest lady promised her a fair wife. The lady is the wife of the princess whom the prince is married to the official marriage. Although she is a widow as soon as she enters the house, the princess' wife is a first-class person, and that is the blessing of the land she has cultivated in the past few lifetimes.

The senior manager is an old man from the Gao family. He was both sad and happy after hearing the news. Especially when the lady came, the wife got rid of the idea of ​​burying her with her. Although the master left, the family was still there. As the manager of the courtyard, could he not be happy?

This happy event must be done in a glorious manner, so the lady cannot compromise any more.

Although Mr. Gao is well-informed, he has also heard of ghost marriages between living people and dead people and dead people, but he is not clear about the specific ritual. It is not easy to find someone who understands the situation in a hurry, and the family cannot live without him now. So the Mr. Gao hurriedly called two servants and sent him to the Baojia area in the neighboring villages to inquire. Looking for a ghost matchmaker, he wanted to hold a vigorous ghost marriage for the young lady and Lord Yang's soul......

The news that Yang Ling was in danger was 800 miles faster and came quickly. Until today, the memorial of the King of Shu was abdicated in the prince's place and entered the capital. The memorial told the reasons for the abdication and begged the emperor to beg for the favor. It also described in detail how Yang Ling was very wise and brave after quelling the rebellion of Duzhang Barbarians, cracked the conspiracy of his concubine's son Zhu Rangjin to kill the prince, preserved the reputation of the King of Shu, and asked the emperor to praise Yang Ling.

The letter did not mention that Zhu Rangjin might collude with a certain vassal king and deliberately rebel. That incident was just a one-sided statement from Zhu Rangjin, without any evidence, so how could he not have been bitten by randomly.

If it is suspicious, then there is only King Ning. However, according to the information sent back by Yangling's scholars who sent the world, the Ning King in Jiangxi is apart from the countryside, the city is full of gangs, and the land is chaotic. Prince Ning spends all day long without any abnormal movement, and you really can't do anything to him.

Secondly, although Zhu Rangjin, a foul land in the Shu Palace, Zhu Binhan and Zhu Rangxu were indeed very wise. Once they were involved in rebellion, the two of them had to be removed from their vassals and brought back to the capital to imprisonment. Yu Gong suddenly changed the political structure of Sichuan for more than a hundred years. At this delicate moment, it would inevitably cause chaos. Yu Gong, the world has many fish and meat, and there are many vassal kings that harm the local area, but they locked up a pair of wise kings. Yang Ling also felt unfair.

The most important thing is that if the matter is reported publicly and cannot indicate which vassal king he colludes with, the real rebels will be alert and pretend to be more careful. It will be difficult to catch him. They will also scare other vassal kings to be suspicious. Some vassal kings are afraid that the royal family will doubt themselves and suffer unrestrained disasters. In order to protect themselves, they are encouraged by those who are interested. Maybe they will call it a strong move, and they will rebel if they don’t want to.

This is what politically matters are. If one thing is handled carelessly, it will not only cause future troubles, but also lead to other unpredictable consequences under the manipulation and promotion of other forces. With this consideration, Yang Ling and Zhu Rangxu discussed and agreed to temporarily hide the matter and wait for Yang Ling to discuss it with the emperor in private after returning to Beijing. Therefore, Zhengde still does not know the details of it.

After reading this letter, Zhengde became even more depressed. Yang Ling was sent to Sichuan to investigate the rebellion of King Shu. After Yang Ling broke through Jiusi City and won the victory of Pingman, he flew the victory to the capital. In the memorial, he had already explained the doubts for the King of Shu and detailed the actions of King Naidu, the Jin Brick, which was the emperor who imitated the emperor.

He was boasted and flattered, proclaimed himself king, set up a dragon throne, put on gold bricks, and spent a lot of money to buy it in order to behave like a decent person. The matter was done in a broad daylight, but he also sacrificed his life. If he had known that such a result would have been, Emperor Zhengde would rather have not issued that order at the beginning.

Zhengde held the memorial of the King of Shu in his sleeve and climbed up to the imperial carriage. His face was gloomy like today's weather, with lead clouds, and he didn't like wherever he looked. The guard of honor was so scared that he was silent. No one dared to say a word. Hundreds of people arrived in front of the Golden Palace and were solemn and silent.

Emperor Zhengde ascended to the Golden Palace and ascended to the throne of Ming Dynasty. He slowly sat down with his hands holding the dragon head. All civil and military officials walked to the middle of the hall in unison, leaned over and bowed down, and shouted long live the mountain.

Zhengde waved his hand with a gloomy face and said perfunctorily: "All the Lords are flat."

The officials picked up the scepter, got up, tidied up their clothes, and finally retreated to the left and right according to the mess. Zhengde Dao: "My dear friends, last night, I received a report from the King of Sichuan Shu that I was sick and lacking energy, so..."

The officials held the scepter in both hands, staring at the nose and the heart. As they were listening to the emperor's speech, they suddenly felt that the emperor's speech was getting slower and slower. They couldn't help but look at the throne strangely. They saw Zhengde holding a memorial in his hand, staring at the front with his eyes, and suddenly said, "Whose thing has dropped this?"

Everyone followed Zhengde's gaze and saw a paper scroll on the ground in the middle of the hall. The paper scroll was not big, but there was something on the smooth gold brick floor as smooth as a mirror, and it was facing the palace gate. The weather was gloomy and the reflection was not strong, so the paper scroll was stacked in the center of the hall and looked clearly. It was a very short eye.

At that moment, a close censor walked over and picked up the paper roll. When he saw that there was a seal and a bundle of threads, it was obviously not something that was discarded casually. Besides, he didn't dare to litter in the Golden Palace. He looked left and right and left, and bowed and bowed, picked up the paper roll with both hands. He said, "The Emperor..."

Zhengde waved his hand, and the little eunuch who was serving the throne hurriedly walked down, went forward to take it, and then returned to hand it to Zhengde respectfully. Zhengde raised it in his hand and whispered loudly: "Which love is this roll? Look, who dropped it?"

Hundreds of civil and military officials subconsciously touched the sleeves and waist bags, looking at me, I look at you, and there was no one saying a word. When Emperor Zhengde saw that no one claimed the lost property, he opened the silk thread and unfolded the paper scroll and looked at it. He only looked a few times, and his face changed. He looked at the ministers and smiled coldly, saying, "Who wrote a book on earth for me? Stand out and speak!"

Only then did the Lords realize that someone was sending anonymous letter to the emperor in this way, but all the officials stood up, each of them putting their robes and scepters in their tiara. Who would have looked at the bottom of their feet without any trouble? Besides, they were used to the spotless appearance in the Golden Palace. Who would have thought that something would appear under their feet?

Zhengde was in a bad mood. Seeing that no one answered, he couldn't help but be furious and clapped the table and said, "If it is a censor, he is not guilty. If it is other ministers, he should also make suggestions according to reason. Is it a fool who can't listen to things? I need to sneak and submit anonymously?"

The ministers looked at each other, but none of them stood up to admit it. Zhengde stood up angrily and brushed his sleeves and said, "Set back to the palace!"

The civil and military officials looked at each other, but the emperor did not say that he could not leave. He could not stay. It was boring to keep it until Emperor Zhengde angrily took the eunuch to the old residence of the West Warehouse Pavilion of the Ganqing Palace and sulked. The golden hall became lively.

The civil and military officials gathered together in groups and asked each other: "Oh, Lao Zhang, have you seen clearly? What are you writing about? It makes the emperor so generous."

"Mr. Liu, aren't you watching? I picked it up and no one recognized it. Wouldn't you just present it to the emperor immediately? How could I know what to write?"

"Mr. Chen, it seems that when you saw the emperor just now, were you standing there?"

"Oh, Lord Li, you are familiar with each other. Don't make such a fatal joke. Don't you see how angry the emperor is? This person who gave advice doesn't even dare to write a name. If you don't ask about the things inside, it will definitely be unpleasant. Do you think I am a disobedient person?"

"What I mean is that Lord Chen is cautious. Besides, everyone is crowded and everyone is surrounded by people. When they get up, anyone will throw it over and come over with the bricks. When they see this ground every day, who is still staring at it, it is hard to say who lost it."

The Fengtian Hall was like a vegetable market for a while, and it was a mess. As the chief minister of the cabinet, Li Dongyang looked at it inconspicuously and sang: "Silent! Silent! This is the morning court for political discussions, and it is the Golden Palace. They all abide by some rules. How can it be so noisy? The general of the hall will maintain order."

An official who is familiar with Li Dongyang said loudly: "Sir Li, the emperor left with his sleeves. The government is not up to date. The officials still have three important matters to report to the emperor. Do you think of a solution?"

"Yes, Lord Li, in my yamen, there are only one person who has a high official document pile. It's not a solution to always waste here. Will the Grand Secretary persuade the emperor to come back?"

Li Dongyang had no choice but to discuss with Jiao Fang and Yang Tinghe for a few words, then waved to a small yellow gate and asked him to immediately urge the emperor to come to the court or receive three great scholars.

The little yellow party got a letter and ran to the harem.

Liu Jin heard in the Sili that someone had sent anonymous letters to the morning court, which made the emperor furious. Now he was sulking in the Ganqing Palace. He hurriedly came and met the little yellow gate at the entrance of the Ganqing Palace. He asked about the situation and asked the little yellow gate to stand aside first and rushed into the palace to see Zhengde himself.
To be continued...