jdhmnovel Chapter 925 Funeral
Chapter 925 Funeral
On July 14, the sky, which had been clear for half a year, was now covered with mist, and a heavy and solemn atmosphere permeated the palace.
Today is the day of the funeral of Emperor Suwen, the monarch who once held the power of life and death in the world of Dali, dominated the country of Dali, and ruled the people of Dali.
It looks like it's going to rain.
Inside and outside the palace, the whole place was clad in white satin. White satin, which carried infinite sorrow, was hung in every corner of the palace. The wind whistled in the air, and the white satin fluttered quietly in this early autumn season.
Jiang Hao changed his clothes early and entered the palace. He wanted to just come and see the palace, but was summoned by the eldest princess.
The princess had many questions. While waiting, she asked quietly, "Is Ji Zixuan's story serious?"
Jiang Hao did not reply with "true" or "false", but said: "Your Highness Princess did not go to the Emperor to question him, doesn't that mean she has a conclusion in her mind?"
The eldest princess saw that she spoke very carefully and looked at her with an appraising gaze. Although the old fox was dead, the little fox in front of her was better than him.
"Your Highness, is there anything else?"
When Jiang Hao saw the eldest princess looking at him, he felt indescribable discomfort.
as if……
It was like she was looking at someone else through herself.
The princess came back to her senses and did not agree to Jiang Hao's request. Instead, she asked again, "If that's the case, why didn't you meet him today?"
why?
You have to ask Xie Yuzhang about this.
Jiang Hao shook his head: "Jiahe doesn't know."
"younger sister."
Cao Dongyang appeared from nowhere and shouted in a low voice: "Congratulations, sister."
After hearing this, Jiang Hao didn't want to pay any attention to these two people.
Now that the Eighth Prince is gone, he is fine again.
The princess looked at her stupid son and her eyes twitched. She was afraid that someone would slap her when she turned around, so she scolded him in a low voice: "Shut up!"
Fortunately, Xie Yuzhang sent Emperor Suwen's concubines to the imperial mausoleum early, and those who stayed in the palace were imprisoned. Otherwise, if someone heard it, he would be reported to death by the censors for being disrespectful to the late emperor and smiling in the mourning hall.
Cao Dongyang just forgot about it for a moment when he saw Jiang Hao. In fact, he was still very sad that his uncle the emperor had passed away.
only……
Never mind, he was wrong.
"Mom, I was wrong."
The eldest princess was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Jiang Hao then bowed to the princess and said, "Your Highness, if you have nothing else to say, Jiahe will leave."
When Cao Dongyang saw Jiang Hao stepping back, he wanted to call her, but he heard a voice as loud as a bell coming from the mourning hall.
"The time has come!"
"kneel!"
After Zhibin let out a long whistle, his original words were spread one by one. All the people waiting in the palace knelt down in an orderly manner, and thousands of bells rang at the same time.
With the sound of trumpets, Emperor Suwen's funeral procession began.
After Jiang Hao knelt down, he lowered his head and someone around him started crying.
Soon after, more and more crying sounds were heard in my ears, the wailing continued.
After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Suwen's coffin was placed on a carriage pulled by eight horses, the body of the carriage inlaid with dazzling jade jewels. However, the sky was gloomy, and people's faces were covered with drizzling rain. No matter how gorgeous the carriage was, it could not cover up the silence of the late emperor's death.
The funeral procession began to move slowly forward. All the people in mourning clothes lowered their heads and covered their faces and wept.
Jiang Hao slowly fell to the end of the funeral procession and followed them out of the palace.
Along the way, people were already kneeling on both sides of the street, their cries were deafening, and their faces were filled with grief.
The funeral procession was like a giant white dragon, passing through the streets and alleys of Kyoto. The entire city was shrouded in white as it moved further and further away.
The era of Emperor Suwen ended.