Jingtai Fengyun: The First Absurd Emperor of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 853: Expedited secret letter to the capital to announce the funeral, consider the posthumous title, and finalize the coffin closing

Yan Li was notified and hurried to Xiaoling.

As soon as I walked into Minglou, I heard crying one after another.

Seeing their godfather come in, the little eunuchs knelt on the ground, holding their godfather's thighs and crying in mourning like they were mourning a concubine.

Yan Li's brows almost knit together. What are you doing? You've never been so excited since your father died, right? Are you crying like this?

However, before Yan Li could say anything, the princess and concubines also knelt at Yan Li's feet and surrounded him, crying and begging.

Yan Li was even more confused when he saw this. After all, she was the princess of the county. How could she be kneeling to a eunuch?

The confidant Zhou Zhong pulled Yan Li and reminded him quietly: "Godfather, they are afraid of being held accountable. Once held accountable, even if they are not beheaded, they will probably be buried."

Burial? Sacrificial burial has long been abolished.

Yan Li thought for a moment and figured it out. Burial sacrifice was indeed abolished, but these princesses and concubines were very likely to be 'buried' as they killed the prince.

There is a woman who is so deeply in love that she insists on committing suicide and sacrificing her husband, so who can stop her?

The same goes for the little eunuchs who were crying all over the place. They were afraid of taking the blame. If you want to kill the concubine of the county king, you still need a good reason to go. If you want to kill a group of young eunuchs, do you need a reason?

As for yourselves, don't worry, you won't die. With me here, what are you afraid of?

Do your job well and don't make fools of yourself. "

The young eunuch Zhou Zhong followed closely and reminded Yan Li: "Godfather, if something like this happens, should the whole city be under martial law?"

Lin Xiangyu, Ningxiang and Qianxue were leaning against the window doing needlework.

November 17, near noon.

Yan Li was upset by the shouting and shouted angrily: "That's enough. The Ministry of Rites and the Supervisor of Rites will come to collect the burial for the prince. You guys stay here and keep an eye on the property in the house. No one should be missing. All must be registered and made." Registered.

"Weren't you very active in the past? You got up early every morning to get your notebooks. Why are you suddenly so lazy?"

When the time comes to kill him, his head will roll and his blood will flow like a river, and the internal troubles will be completely eliminated.

After saying that, Yan Li turned around and left the Minglou, looking for a cool place to enjoy the scenery.

Okay, I’ll take care of you with pen and ink. I want to write a letter to the emperor. "

You don't know that the emperor has long wanted to take action against those disobedient people, but he has been unable to find a reason.

I'm almost eighteen years old, and I'm about to start enjoying myself. "

Qianxue replied: "I won't go. It's too cold outside. I want you to go."

Ningxiang kicked Qianxue with her foot: "Girl Xue, we haven't been out for two days. You go out and see if there is anything going on outside."

From now on, I will also learn from you guys, clinging to my husband every day, acting coquettishly and competing for favor, and who cares about those messy trivial matters.

If there was chaos in Nanjing, Beijing's pro-troops would move south along the canal and overtake them in less than a month.

Zhu Qiyu was still hugging Nephrite Wenxiang in bed, comforting each other and chatting.

Qianxue smiled and said: "I used to work for the man I loved, so I was naturally motivated.

After Yan Li wrote the secret letter, he expedited it for 600 miles and sent it to Beijing immediately.

Yan Li waved his hand angrily: "What is the purpose of martial law? It's better to cause chaos. If someone dares to take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos, then we will have made a great contribution and become completely developed.

Now that my husband has retired, and Zhu Wenfang won't give me money or land, why should I be suffering from such a sin, working from dawn to dusk.

Ningxiang smiled and said: "If you don't go out, I won't go out, and Zhen'er won't go out either, let's just close the door and live a small life."

Zhu Qiyu looked at several people and was speechless. Other emperors fought to death in their harems until the sky was dark. In my harem, everyone is just in their twenties and they are all lying flat.

Looking at the beauty in his arms again, Zhu Qiyu asked: "Xi'er, how have you been feeling these days?"

Su Xi's pretty face turned red: "I feel so happy to be filled by my husband every day." "Okay, then you lie down flat, relax your body, and let's start a new day of watering."

Zhu Qiyu always said that he treated his fifteen women equally, but in fact, he still had obvious emotional preferences.

When the ten women out there were preparing for pregnancy, they were just counting the time until they were fertile and then having sex with them.

For the five little concubines in Lingyu Palace, they are much more pampered. When it comes time to prepare for pregnancy, it’s just indiscriminate and full of food every day.

As soon as one month, as slowly as half a year, you can definitely get pregnant.

When Zhu Qiyu was pressing on Su Xi and was immersed in her, Lin Xianer hurriedly walked in. He started teasing through the screen:

"You lazy girls, no one is going out. People outside are anxious to death."

Ningxiang smiled and said: "If it's a big deal, just say no to our Prince Guo. It's easy for my husband to stay at home and play with women, but the ministers won't let him live in peace."

While talking, Lin Xian'er had turned around the screen and came to the couch, where she saw Zhu Qiyu working hard: "Hey, is this all you do in broad daylight? You can wait until night anyway.

Don't you feel embarrassed when two people are doing something and four women are watching? "

Zhu Qiyu turned around and asked, "If you have anything to do, please tell me."

Lin Xian'er handed over the secret report: "It's coming from Nanjing. It's six hundred miles away. I ask you to read it immediately."

"Okay, I understand. I'll take a look right away. You go first."

Lin Xian'er nodded, put down the secret report, turned around and left the Hehuan Hall.

Ningxiang stood up and took the secret report, confirmed that the seal was correct, and opened it while teasing: "This Yan Li is quite reliable in his work. The only flaw is that he is always surprised every day.

If something big happened in Nanjing, it would be worth sending a six-li-hundred-mile emergency call, and my husband would have to check it out immediately. "

Zhu Qiyu snorted coldly: "It can't be better, my brother is dead."

Hearing the words, Ningxiang sped up and scanned it immediately after taking it apart: "My husband is really amazing. Your brother was very happy when he celebrated his birthday. He communicated with his concubines several times during the day until evening.

When he woke up the next day and his concubines came to greet him again, he was already cold. "

Zhu Qiyu heard this, received the secret report, read it carefully, and then sighed: "If you are not in good health, you can't play with too many women.

My brother was already sick, but he turned out to be braver than me. He played seven or eight games at a time. How could his body bear it?

Moreover, the little eunuchs treated him harshly, unlike you, who fed me with plenty of fish, meat, and delicacies every day to supplement my nutrition.

Then again, this Yan Li was so efficient in doing things, but my brother died so quickly. "

"Now what?"

"If you die, just die. If you bury it, it's okay."

Lin Xiangyu asked: "What posthumous title do you intend to give him?"

Zhu Qiyu thought for a moment and then replied: "Yingwu, King Yuanshou Yingwu, what do you think?"

Lin Xiangyu smiled and said: "A talking parrot? Are you mocking him for talking about people but not doing things for people?"

Zhu Qiyu shook his head: "I'm sorry, I'm not that kind of person. When I say heroic, I mean wise and powerful.

Emperor Xuanmiao was the wisest and most powerful. I wanted to express the idea that a tiger father has no dog son.

Both father and son are wise and talented, but our family is hopeless.

When you said that, I still remembered that the untimely death of King Motokari Eimu was also my fault.

Please trouble the King of Han to make one more trip and go to Xuan Temple to plead guilty for me. "

(End of this chapter)