After the fall of the country, the crown princess was spoiled by the new emperor

Chapter 453 Preparing for the Empress Dowager's funeral

"If the people in the book are perfect, we must also be perfect."

Shen Huaijiao looked at her and smiled: "Your Majesty must be fulfilled for the rest of her life, and this is what your Majesty deserves. If it were someone else, I'm afraid I would not be able to keep my concubine alive long ago."

"It's not easy to live, and the most vicious thing is to take someone's life easily." Jiang Ronghe stood up: "Go back and rest earlier, I'm tired too."

Shen Huaijiao supported her and left with her.

After the Lantern Festival, the palace sent back the news that the queen mother was about to die, and was arguing to go back to the palace to see her grandson every day. Wen Xiao was busy with the war with the Tatars, so the letter was naturally delivered to Jiang Ronghe .

"The empress dowager is already seriously ill, how can I get back in a hurry? Your highness will only be one year old next month, and it is not easy to let him suffer from the bumps. Tell the imperial doctor to take good care of the empress dowager. If you need any medicinal materials, just go to the empress dowager." The hospital will receive it, and the Queen Mother's health is the most important thing."

She will not let the queen mother see her child, not in this life.

After saying a few nice words and sending the person away, Jiang Ronghe finally explained: "Order the Inner Court Secretary to prepare, I'm afraid the funeral is not far away, the emperor sent the queen mother to the palace to take care of her, and now she is seriously ill and can't visit her in person. If there is a funeral, it must be grand to show the emperor's filial piety and benevolence."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the news came back years ago that the Inner Court has already quietly prepared the coffin." Nanny Chen lowered her voice, and she didn't want people to hear such taboo words, so as not to be arranged, saying that Jiang Ronghe cursed the Queen Mother to die early.

Jiang Ronghe nodded: "Zheng'er will be full year old next month. Don't let the two things collide. I mentioned it to the emperor. It's a time of war. When you're full year old, you can only eat and drink with the harem sisters. You don't have to ask the full moon." Wine is such a big deal."

Lin Xiang smiled and said: "The emperor loves His Highness, even if it's just a small banquet, he must pay attention to it."

Jiang Ronghe smiled, Wen Xiao really loved his eldest son very much, he would take a nap with him every day, and would come over to play with him at night.

This kind of family affection is really rare in the royal family.

According to the previous agreement, after eating breakfast, Jiang Ronghe took the child to the imperial study. She can't hold the child anymore. In order to wean the baby, the wet nurse can't show up, so she can only find two other stable and careful nuns to hold her. he.

He was still restless, moving around and always wanted to get down and walk by himself, but the snow had not yet melted, and the nuns didn't dare to let him down, so as not to catch a cold, so he kept making noises all the way, and the two nuns almost lost their grip .

When he arrived at the imperial study room, he saw Wen Xiao outside, and there were several generals beside him. Due to the presence of foreign ministers, Jiang Ronghe couldn't go there for a while, so he could only wait quietly not far away.

I saw that Wen Xiao was holding a long knife that looked like a sword but not a sword. The blade was slender and slightly curved, which was different from the swords I saw in the past. The width of the blade was the same, and there was only a slanted corner on the blade.

Wen Xiao waved it twice, and started chopping with the momentum. He swept up the snow on the ground and slashed across the air, as if he wanted to cut through the wind and snow directly. Finally, he slashed hard at a wooden man standing in front of him, like cutting mud. Without any effort, the wooden man was chopped off in half.

"Okay, okay." He was very satisfied with the long knife in his hand, and couldn't stop admiring it loudly: "This knife is sharp, the blade is hard and flexible, and it is most suitable for close combat. Does it have a name?"

The worker next to him hurriedly said, "It hasn't been named yet."

(End of this chapter)