The emperor always wants to promise himself

Chapter 119 Burial
Ning Zhao was stunned, she didn't understand what to say, she jumped on herself and the prince again, she smiled: "The prince is very kind to me, I will remember her kindness in my heart."

Zhen Mu smiled ambiguously: "He treats you so well, so you are not tempted? I think Xiao Yu is pretty good. He has skills and means, and behaves well. If you really marry him in the future, you won't be affected. Sorry."

Ning Zhao pursed her lips, "It's better for the two to be happy in marriage. Ning Zhao doesn't have any extra thoughts about the prince, and neither does the prince. She treats me more as a kind of sympathy."

"Care for each other..." Zhen Mu rolled these four words again between his lips and teeth, and said with a palm: "Yes, you do have some sympathy for each other. If you don't love your mother or your father, you can only rely on yourself. If you can support each other, the future will be better." Make them regret it."

Ning Zhao smiled: "What my aunt said is true."

She lowered her head and secretly thought: She doesn't know if others will regret it later, but the old concubine must regret it, but it's not because Xiao Yu is now promising, she regrets that she didn't strangle her sooner, right?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel coldness in her eyes, no wonder Xiao Yu didn't like the old concubine, she couldn't be liked at all, she had been like this since she was a child.

……

Jun Rong read a few more memorials in the imperial study, and after seeing off several ministers, was about to get up and move around, when Zhou Xi led Xiao Yu in.

Jun Rong hurriedly stood up: "Why is the master here? Didn't Mr. Zhang tell you to rest for a few days? It's so cold——"

"It's okay, I wear a lot."

Hearing that Junrong looked him up and down, Xiao Yu was indeed wearing a lot, wrapped tightly in a cloak, and holding a hand warmer in his hand, so he was a little relieved.

"Sit down—"

Xiao Yu nodded: "I came here this time because I suddenly remembered something. If this matter drags on, I'm afraid it will be troublesome."

"What's the matter?" Jun Rong sat down beside her.

"Your Majesty, do you still remember the abandoned prince and Taifu Zhang? Their bodies are still in the ice cellar of the underground palace. Although the weather will rot for a while in the cold weather, they can't be kept there forever. They should be buried as soon as possible."

Jun Rong was stunned, and then patted himself on the forehead: "I really forgot about this... Fortunately, it's not summer, otherwise it would really rot after leaving it for so long."

"Then is there anything special about the burial? Do you need me to preside over it?"

Xiao Yu shook his head: "No need, they are sinful people after all, it would be nice for you to bury them in the imperial mausoleum as an extra favor, why do you need to come forward in person? You don't even need to make a fuss, just put them in the coffin. "

"Well, that's fine, I'll make an order in a while and bury them."

"One more thing."

Xiao Yu put the back of his hand on the hand warmer, lowered his head and said: "Although Feng Jiang has a bad temper, his fist and kick skills are not bad, and his riding and archery skills are even better. He learned from Han Yi and his dark guards." Not the same way, I plan to let him be your teacher."

"Me?" Jun Rong's eyes widened, "Let him teach me?"

Xiao Yu held his finger pointing at her, and slowly put it down: "Yes, teach you, he dare not be disrespectful to you, with me here, you are still young, there is still time to learn martial arts, not only can you exercise your body, but also Self-defense, don't you want to learn?"

Jun Rong thought for a while about the cold clothes that could fly over the walls at any time, and then thought about the blue clothes that wanted to kill people invisible, his heart slowly warmed up, and he nodded heavily: "I think!"

"There is no rush for this matter. When I recover, I will ask Feng Jiang to come over."

Jun Rong's smile faded a bit, and he was still a little angry when he thought of Feng Jiang, but at least it was Xiao Yu's kindness, so he could bear it.

"Okay, you'd better go back and rest first, don't rush for a while."

Xiao Yu nodded, stood up and looked at the memorial on the table, "How busy is Your Majesty today?"

"Fortunately, I can still handle it."

"Then I'll go back first, Your Majesty, don't forget about the burial."

"I know~"

……

After watching Xiao Yu leave, Jun Rong immediately drafted an imperial decree and asked the Ministry of Rites to handle the matter, implying that they don't need to make a fuss and keep everything simple.

After receiving the imperial decree, the Ministry of Rites immediately sent people to move out the corpses of the deposed prince and Zhang Taifu, put them into the coffins that had been prepared earlier, and send them out of the city in a whimpering manner.

Although there is no need to make a fuss, the ostentation is not comparable to that of ordinary people. The low-ranking officials walked out of the city with their coffins in plain white, and lined up from the street to the end of the alley. Standing on the side watching quietly.

And in an inconspicuous corner, there is a person watching.

Liu Ying watched helplessly as the prince's coffin was carried out of the city, his hands clenched into fists, "Your Highness..."

He gritted his teeth and didn't cry out, but his eyes were terribly red. He took one last deep look and followed silently.

Dagan's imperial mausoleum is on the west side of Kyoto. It is very majestic and solemn, and it is guarded by heavy soldiers all the year round.

It's not easy to get in, so you can only follow the entrance of the imperial mausoleum to take pictures, watching the coffin being carried in helplessly.

He hid behind a big tree in the distance, punched the tree trunk hard, then knelt down suddenly, and kowtowed three times in the direction of the imperial mausoleum. He raised his face, his forehead was covered with blood, he Put up three fingers and swear to the sky: "Master, this subordinate will definitely protect the Third Highness and prevent him from being wronged, and this subordinate will definitely avenge you! If you violate this oath, this subordinate will surely fall into Abi Hell, and you will be immortal forever." Enter reincarnation!"

After finishing speaking, he kowtowed three more times, got up and wiped the blood dripping from his forehead, tore off a piece of his skirt and tied it on his head, and resolutely turned and left.

No one noticed the change here, the funeral procession came out soon, and returned to the palace to report to Junrong.

……

He was good at taking pictures, otherwise he would not have been able to escape from the siege of thousands of people. After he sneaked into the city, he went straight to Xian Wang's mansion.

Liu Ying stood at the door of Xian Wang Mansion and looked at it for a while, but did not rush in.

The gate and courtyard wall are still the same as before, the colors he remembered, only the plaque in the middle has changed, from "Xian Wang's Mansion" to "An Wang's Mansion".

"King An... An?" Liu Ying snorted coldly, his face full of sarcasm, "What a good title."

A burst of hatred surged in his heart, his eyes were red, and he stared closely for a while, seeing that there was no suspicious person around, he slipped into an alley and climbed in from a low wall.

After landing, he bent his waist and held his breath to listen. There was indeed no movement, and the entire palace was eerily quiet.

He straightened up, guessing that Wang An should live in the main house of His Royal Highness, so he climbed up the eaves and touched it quietly.

As soon as it landed on the roof of the main house, there was a "cracking" sound inside, followed by King An's scolding: "What are these things? How dare you use these low-grade tea leaves to fool the king?!"

　Don't talk about Junrong, I almost forgot about the hapless prince...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)