The red building is so arrogant

[These few chapters are not easy to write recently, and I can't always make up...]

Just after five o'clock, the sky has faintly glowed with light.

A school officer of the Dragon Guard held the commander's knife of honor at his waist, trotted up the steps of the Supreme Harmony Gate from the side.

After stepping on the high steps, he first glanced at the [-] dragon guards who were gathering in the night. Seeing that the shadows were vague and unreal, he walked quickly to Zhou Mo who was in the middle, and bowed slightly. Said: "Lord Changshi, everything has been arranged properly."

Zhou Mo looked away from Jinshuiqiao Square with a tired face, rubbed the corners of his dry eyes and asked, "Is there anything unusual?"

"Nothing unusual."

"That's good."

Resisting the urge to yawn, Zhou Mo raised his hand and patted the general's shoulder, saying, "Song Qianhu, we will all depend on you and Li's brothers from now on."

"Don't worry Chang Shi, the general will definitely guard the prince's carriage!"

Zhou Mo nodded in satisfaction with Song Qianhu's categorical guarantee. This Song Qianhu is Princess Zhongshun's cousin, and he was entrusted to the palace to enter the Dragon Guard.

It's a pity that the prince didn't attach much importance to this relationship at the beginning, otherwise the other party would not be just a small thousand households.

I tried my best for Song Qianhu for the prince, Zhou Mo saw that the time was almost up, and said: "The prince should also get up, I will go over and have a look first - if there is any disturbance here, whether it is good or bad, remember They must be reported to the prince as soon as possible."

"Zhou Changshi don't worry—Zhou Changshi walks slowly."

Watching Zhou Mo disappear behind the Taihe Gate, Song Qianhu straightened his back and returned to the vicinity of the Jinshui Bridge.

His team is in the second battalion from the left. It is said to be a battalion, but in fact there are only a few hundred people - in Longjinwei, Qianhu is just an official position, not the actual number of soldiers - already under the guidance of Deputy Qianhu The column has been lined up, and the clothing, weapons and ammunition are being checked according to the regulations.

Seeing that Song Qianhu had returned, the deputy hurried forward and made a simple report.

Hearing that none of the officers and soldiers under his command was absent, Song Qianhu nodded first, and then ordered: "Pass down the order, and all officers will be prepared with live ammunition."

"This……"

The face of Qianhu was distressed when he heard the words. The Dragon Guards were no different than other places. They guarded the important area of ​​the palace. In order to avoid the accident of brushing the gun and passing by, according to the rules, the bullets were separated, and the bullets were temporarily reloaded when necessary.

If there is a major occasion, it is even more cautious.

Song Qianhu stared, and shouted: "If you tell me to pass the order, then you will pass the order, what is this and that?!"

That Qianhu had no choice but to obediently obey orders, summoned the officers in the team, and conveyed Song Qianhu's order.

Although there were only a hundred people in this battalion, officers accounted for almost one-third of them. When they heard that they were going to be loaded with live ammunition, many of them looked different, but no one raised any doubts.

Only one hundred households complained: "I heard that the three major battalions have started to issue lianzhu muskets. As long as the gun is not pulled, the bullet will not be loaded. Unlike us old antiques, we have to worry about loading the bullet."

Obviously, this is not the first time that everyone has complained about this matter. Hearing that the hundred households took the lead, they began to talk about it.

"That's right, we are the Dragon Guards. It stands to reason that we should be the first to install the Lianzhu musket. How come it was raised by the stepmother?"

"What can the three major battalions do outside the city? Aren't they just raking grass and beating rabbits? A dung fork is enough. Isn't it a waste to give them these lances?!"

"Want me to say..."

"All right!"

At this time, there was a scolding sound from outside the circle, but it was Song Qianhu who saw that everyone was arguing, and thought that he was dissatisfied with his order, so he quietly came over to hear what happened, but it turned out that he was complaining about the guns again thing.

He immediately snorted, and said in a bad mood: "When did this come and make such a noise? Isn't it just a shotgun? After a while, I will mention it to the higher-ups, and promise to let us be the first in the second battalion in the left wing to change our costumes. Is it all over?"

The leading hundreds of households immediately flattered when they heard the words, until Song Qianhu got tired of hearing them and told them to leave, and then everyone dispersed.

the other side.

Zhou Mo managed to wake up King Zhongshun from his dream, and the master and servant hurriedly put on their mourning clothes, and rushed to the Fengtian Hall—the coffin of the Supreme Emperor was originally in the Renshou Hall, but it was temporarily transferred to the Fengtian Hall yesterday. , for the sake of convenience during the funeral.

At that time, the sky was getting brighter, and dozens of large vehicles had parked in the square near the gate.

When passing by, King Zhongshun subconsciously searched for his carriage, only to find Jiao Shun straddling the shaft of a carriage just behind his own, holding the reins in his hand and asking the driver beside him for something.

"Is that the prince's frame?"

King Zhongshun pointed at Jiao Shun and said, "What does Jiao Changqing mean? Could it be that he wants to drive the prince himself?"

"This one……"

Seeing this scene, Zhou Mo was also a little puzzled, so he asked King Zhongshun to go to the vicinity to inquire about it later, and came back soon to report: "It is the escort car, not the driver. I heard that the empress and Concubine Wu are worried. named him."

"I said."

Zhongshun Wang slightly nodded his head and showed joy. Although Jiao Changqing was not as important as the prince, if something unexpected happened, he could be used as a bargaining chip.

But looking at Jiao Shun's majestic stature, and thinking that his frame was not far from the Prince's frame, he couldn't help feeling worried, and whispered: "This won't sing a song about assassinating the king for me." Kill him?"

"My lord is worrying too much."

Zhou Mo said with a smile: "Nowadays life and death are fought with firearms, if he dares to show the bravery of a man, he will be looking for his own death."

King Zhongshun thought the same thing, the inappropriate bravery in the drama would be a joke in the age of firearms, besides, Jiao Shun is not a well-known general, but a civil servant who was born as a domestic slave.

Immediately, he stopped thinking about it and led Zhou Mo into Fengtian Hall.

And at the same time.

Mrs. Wang and Xue Baochai, also mixed in with a group of wives from foreign relatives, came to the front of the convoy and began to step on it.

Their task is to help the concubines get out of Fengtian Palace, and then get on their respective luan rides. If they go wrong at that time, it will be more than just a joke.

Therefore, under the guidance of the maid, everyone circled the front and back seven or eight times, and recorded their respective points, and then they were brought back to the side hall again.

On the way, I bumped into Jiao Shun rushing to Fengtian Hall, and when I saw it from a distance, Mrs. Wang couldn't help but stop.

Xue Baochai originally followed behind with her head bowed, but when she saw Mrs. Wang stopped and looked into the distance, she quickly stopped and looked along, but she met Jiao Shun's gaze.

Baochai looked at him calmly for a moment, then lowered her head and gently pushed Mrs. Wang's arm.

Only then did Mrs. Wang come to her senses, and hurriedly stepped forward again.

After returning to the side hall, she had nothing to say and asked: "Bao girl, what do you mean when you said that he sent a message yesterday?"

Xue Baochai glanced at Mrs. Wang, and said calmly: "It's not too late to talk about it until I see your mother."

Although the attitude of the daughter-in-law here is still indifferent, it is already a great improvement for Mrs. Wang.

Right now, she was about to make persistent efforts, but suddenly a fierce quarrel erupted in the lower slope.

Looking at the reputation, it was Zhou's wife who was torn up with others.

But it turns out that Zhou's family is Concubine Rong's natal family. This time all concubines and concubines are allowed to declare to accompany them, except Zhou's family is not included.

Mrs. Zhou was already anxious and aggrieved, but she bumped into someone who said something deliberately yin and yang, and she suddenly became agitated.

Thinking of her daughter's situation, Mrs. Wang couldn't help feeling a little sad, and sighed: "I really don't know what taboo this Concubine Rong has committed. I heard that she only appeared once in the mourning hall in the past few days. Now she can't even be killed. No one knows."

"What does this have to do with us?"

Xue Baochai replied flatly, "Madam, let's take care of the present first."

Although Mrs. Wang has encountered a soft nail for no reason, it is also the same reason when she thinks about it. It is impossible for Concubine Rong to have any intersection with her family. Instead of caring about her life, it is better to think more about her own present.

So he kept his eyes on his nose, his nose and his heart, and ignored the bustle of the Zhou family.

In fact, the excitement didn't last long, the troublemakers were separated, and those who took the initiative to provoke were severely reprimanded. Mrs. Zhou was dragged out of the side hall by a few maids, and she didn't know where she was taken. .

Around Chenshi, nine trombones were heard buzzing all over the field, and the wives hurried out of the side hall according to the ranks, and knelt down on the right side of the royal road.

Mrs. Wang and other relatives who signed up went straight to the mourning hall of the main hall under the guidance of the maids. After entering the hall, they stuck to the wall and walked around behind their mother-in-law to stand with their hands down.

Compared with the large number of concubines, there are surprisingly few males on the opposite side. Except for the prince and King Zhongshun, there are only two old elders, the Minister of Rites, and someone Jiao who are present-of course, if you count those who do not have eggs, That's a lot.

Seeing that everyone was in their positions, King Zhongshun went forward to ask the queen mother for instructions, and then he stood in front of the memorial tablet without hesitation, took out the eulogy that he had prepared a long time ago, and began to recite in cadence.

During the period, everyone was sobbing in a low voice, and when the eulogy was finished, the crying suddenly became louder, and the ministers and wives outside also echoed, and the crying inside and outside the hall was loud.

At this time Mrs. Wang and Xue Baochai hurriedly knelt down beside Concubine Xiande according to the previous drill, supporting her from left to right.

"The auspicious time has come, raise the coffin~!"

Following the shout of the Minister of Rites, 32 young eunuchs rushed forward and slowly lifted the huge golden nanmu coffin.

At the same time, the high-ranking concubines led by the empress stretched out their hands to grab the coffin, as if they were desperate to block the traffic, but finally failed under the "desperate" obstruction of their natal family.

It wasn't until the coffin was carried out of the door that the hoarse concubines stopped, and walked out with the support of the left and right while crying.

Jiao Shun also got a similar errand, but he was too tall, compared to the eight-year-old prince, the so-called support was like an eagle catching a chicken.

King Zhongshun saw it from the side, and couldn't help but secretly despised him: How can an eight-year-old prince rule the world?
Chuicuicui all the way.

The inner and outer coffins go through the main entrance of the Royal Road, while the carriages for casual funerals go through another path. It was not until they came to the square in front of the Taihe Gate that the two gradually merged. At the same time, there were [-] white people. Dragon guard officers and soldiers in white armor.

"My lord."

Zhou Mo quietly approached, took over the eunuch who supported King Zhongshun, and whispered in a low voice: "The one who escorted the prince's carriage is indeed Song Qianhu."

King Zhongshun's last trace of worry disappeared immediately.

How the funeral procession left the palace, how they left the city, and how they rushed to the imperial mausoleum in the western suburbs is not discussed in detail.

But he said that when he finally sat in the carriage safely, Xue Baochai saw that besides himself and Mrs. Wang, he could only hold the piano to serve in the carriage, so he immediately said to Jia Yuanchun: "Ma'am, yesterday Master Jiao sent a message to the third sister, saying that it is to let the third sister send a message. We must keep up with the empress's carriage."

Jia Yuanchun was pulling his mother to ask for warmth, but when he heard this, he immediately looked serious and asked, "Apart from that, what else did he say?"

Baochai shook her head: "The third younger sister said only this one sentence."

Jia Yuanchun couldn't help muttering when he heard the words, and frowned, "This should remind us, but why did he make such a detour? It should be easier for my third sister to see me than to see you."

"This……"

Mrs. Wang subconsciously glanced at Baochai. She thought that Jiao Shun was deliberately showing favor to Baochai, but it was not easy to tell her daughter about it, so she said vaguely, "Maybe he has other considerations." .”

Jia Yuanchun nodded thoughtfully, and immediately ordered to hold the piano and tell the coachman.

When Baoqin carefully walked around to the front, Yuan Chun took advantage of the situation and asked: "A few days ago, my mother sent a letter saying that the matter has been settled, but I don't know how Mr. Jiao responded? When are you going to show up?"

"This one……"

Mrs. Wang couldn't help looking at Baochai again, and then said: "Changqing didn't go into details, but he will definitely help, if not, he wouldn't have mentioned us specifically."

Yuan Chun was obviously dissatisfied with this evasive answer, and simply asked: "Did mother promise anything?"

"This one……"

Mrs. Wang was about to look at Xue Baochai again, but Baochai glanced at her first. She quickly withdrew her gaze and said firmly, "Just don't worry, he won't just sit idly by!"

Seeing that my mother still refused to speak clearly, but her attitude was very firm.

Yuan Chun hesitated for a moment, but did not continue to ask.

Along the way, her carriage followed the Queen and Concubine Wu's carriage, but she never noticed anything unusual.

However, Yuan Chun didn't find it strange. After all, it was the emperor's funeral. If he really wanted to do it, he should choose it on the way back to the city after the funeral.

Sure enough, after a series of cumbersome funerals, when the large army of nearly [-] people returned the same way, the convoy had an accident.

First, a toffee's carriage broke its axle somehow, and it happened to catch up with a narrow road, and the carriage behind could only go around cautiously. This delay made the front and rear unavoidably out of touch.

After the carriages of Queen Pian and Concubine Wu went around, they suddenly accelerated for some reason, leaving the large army behind.

Jia Yuanchun kept Jiao Shun's point in mind, and hurriedly urged the coachman to catch up after seeing this.

The three carriages rushed forward and back, and they had only gone a few miles away, when suddenly they heard gunshots behind them, as if thousands of guns were firing at the same time...