Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 274 Crying Spirit
On the second day after Yun Hao's leave, news came from the palace that the Queen Mother had passed away. Zhao Wangshu immediately ordered his servants, "Hurry and collect the festive things in the palace. No flashy things should appear."

Then she hurried back to her room, changed out of her red dress and wore a blue and white plain satin skirt. She also rearranged her hair into a simple bun, fixed it with a few silver hairpins, and replaced her ruby ​​earrings with pearl earrings. .

She was a second-grade imperial concubine, and when the soul died in the palace, she had to go to the palace to mourn.

In the afternoon, Yun Hao came back, "Wang Shu, we have to enter the palace later."

"I'm ready." Zhao Wangshu took out a handkerchief stained with ginger juice, "I'm going to cry."

Yun Hao pulled the handkerchief in her hand, "No need, just keep a straight face. It will hurt your eyes if you use this."

"What if the emperor is not sad enough and the emperor finds fault?" Zhao Wangshu vaguely remembered an emperor who was scolded by the emperor because his son was not sad enough at the queen's funeral.

"It is the princes and princesses who want to show their sorrow in front of His Majesty. We don't have to do that." Yun Hao said calmly.

Zhao Wangshu suddenly realized, "I was wrong."

After Yun Hao changed into plain clothes, the couple accompanied Mrs. Yun and rode in a carriage to the palace.

Many officials and wives had gathered at the entrance of the palace. Everyone looked solemn and talked in low voices.

After waiting for a while, the chamberlain came out and announced that the officials and the ordered wives entered the palace.

Yun Hao and Zhao Wangshu supported Mrs. Yun and followed everyone to the Anfeng Hall of Ningshou Palace.

The Anfeng Hall has been decorated, with the Queen Mother's imperial portrait hanging in the middle, and an incense case below. On each side of the incense case are four maids standing with their heads bowed.

The emperor, empress, concubines, princes, and princes were all standing in front of the funeral. The emperor was wearing plain clothes and his face was haggard. The eyes of the empress and concubines were red and swollen with tears.

The officials and wives filed in, and the chamberlain who presided over the funeral shouted in a high-pitched voice: "The officials offer incense, and the ladies pay their respects."

All the civil and military officials and ladies came forward one after another to burn incense in front of the incense table and bow down to the Queen Mother's face, kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times.

Afterwards, everyone came forward to offer incense one after another. Yun Hao and Zhao Wangshu also came forward, offered incense in front of the Queen Mother's face, and then stepped aside.

Prince Xianli and the others knelt by the brazier, crying and burning money and papers, heartbroken, as if they had a very deep relationship with the Queen Mother.

Zhao Wangshu watched with cold eyes, thinking that they were all good actors.

Together with Mrs. Yun and two other noble ladies, they knelt by the brazier and tried to think about many sad things before they could burn the money paper with a sad face.

According to the Qin Tian Jian's calculation, the Queen Mother's mourning period lasts for 37 to 21 days. All the officials are busy with government affairs and cry once every three days. However, the concubines have to go to the palace to cry every day and accompany the Queen Mother's spirit to express their condolences. Feelings.

At the beginning of the Youshi period, the day's mourning ended and the officials and their wives went out. Zhao Wangshu supported Mrs. Yun and limped out.

Yun Hao came to pick them up. Seeing this, he asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? Is your foot sprained?"

"No, it seems like he's kneeling down." Zhao Wangshu replied in a low voice.

"Go back and ask the doctor to take a look." Yun Hao supported her.

"No need to ask a doctor, just apply medicated oil." Zhao Wangshu walked out with difficulty.

Back at the mansion, Zhao Wangshu and Mrs. Yun were put on small sedans and carried back to their respective yards.

Zhao Wangshu went into the room and sat down, pulled up his pants, and saw that his knees were black and blue, which was shocking to see.

Yun Hao looked at it with distressed eyes, "Please ask for leave tomorrow."

Zhao Wangshu shook his head gently, "I've only been crying for a day, and I'm going to take leave. No one will believe that I can be so weak. The crime of deceiving the emperor is to be beheaded."

As she spoke, she touched her neck, "It's a pity that such a beautiful neck was chopped off."

Yun Hao was so amused by her words, "No one dares to chop my young lady's neck."

"Master, please give way so that I can apply the ointment to the young lady." Luzhi said. "I'll come." Yun Hao stretched out his hand.

"Be gentle, I'm afraid of pain." Zhao Wangshu said timidly.

Yun Hao smiled slightly, poured the medicinal oil into his palms, and gently rubbed it on Zhao Wangshu's knees.

His technique was skillful and gentle, and Zhao Wangshu felt a warm current flowing on his knees, and the pain gradually eased.

"You're crying like me. You've been kneeling for so long. Are you like this too? Let me see?" Zhao Wangshu reached out to pull off his pants.

Yun Hao smiled and said, "It's okay. I'm thick-skinned and can kneel down for a few days without any problem."

Zhao Wangshu chuckled, "I'm hungry, let's have a meal."

At noon in the palace, I ate a silver roll and half a bowl of japonica rice porridge.

"Pass the meal." Yun Hao carried Zhao Wangshu to the east bedroom and placed her on the big Kang near the window.

After a while, the maid came in with a food box and laid out the dishes. Yun Hao scooped a bowl of chicken soup for her.

Zhao Wangshu took the bowl, blew it gently, and drank in small sips. The chicken soup was fragrant and delicious, "Well, it tastes good."

After the meal, Zhao Wangshu's spirit improved significantly. She sat up, moved her knees, and found that the pain was no longer so painful. "You have to do two pairs of knees to make it easier."

"Kneeling is easy? What is it?" Yun Hao asked doubtfully. He had never heard of this name.

Zhao Wangshu explained with a smile: "It is a soft pad tied under the knees to reduce the pressure on the knees and avoid pain when kneeling."

"Mrs. Yun is smart and clever." Yun Hao praised with a smile.

Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows, got down from the big bed near the window, and asked the maid to find rags to make it easier to kneel down.

Lan Fen was good at needlework and deft in her movements. She quickly made a pair of kneeling shoes as she requested.

Zhao Wangshu tied them to his knees, knelt on the ground, and showed them to Yun Hao, "If you kneel like this for a long time, you won't feel pain in your knees."

Yun Hao looked at her, a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, helped her up, and said with a smile: "Mrs. Yun is really ingenious, she can think of such ideas."

Zhao Wangshu smiled proudly and said, "Lan Fen, just like this, make another pair and give them to my mother tomorrow."

Yun Hao wanted to say that there was no need. Mrs. Yun knelt every day and was already used to it, but this was what Zhao Wangshu had in mind, so he said, "It's getting late. Let's take a shower and change clothes, and go to bed to rest. We have to get up early tomorrow."

During the national mourning period, the couple went to bed after bathing and changing clothes, covered themselves with quilts and just slept. After a good night's sleep, they went to the palace to mourn as usual the next day.

Zhao Wangshu gave Kneeling Easy to Mrs. Yun and said, "Mother, tie it to your leg. Kneeling for a long time will not hurt your knees."

Mrs. Yun tied them up as she was told and said with a smile: "Good boy, it's hard for you to think that mother would like to thank you."

"Mom, this is what a daughter-in-law should do." Zhao Wangshu said with a smile.

The family went to the palace. On the tenth day of the mourning in the palace, there was a spring rain. The rain was very heavy. Even though they were wearing raincoats, the rain still slid down the corners of their clothes and wet their shoes and socks.

In the palace, there were no clean shoes and socks for them to change, so they wore wet shoes and socks, which were only half dry until noon.

During the afternoon mourning period, many frail women sneezed "hahahahaha".

The woman next to me said: "I'm afraid many people will take leave tomorrow."

As she said, the next day, seven or eight women contracted the cold and took leave.

While burning money and paper, I suddenly heard a cry: "Princess, it's not good, the princess has fainted."