The struggle of the reborn prince

"Uncle Huang, there's no need!" Zhao Tang shook his head and rejected Huang Jingchen's suggestion.

"My lord, why?" Huang Jingchen was taken aback. Could it be that the lord changed his mind again.

"Whether the imperial decree arrives tomorrow or not, I have to go back to Beijing, there can be no further delay!" Zhao Tong stood up and said.

"Think twice, my lord, if you return to Beijing without a holy order, it would be a great crime!" Huang Jingchen was stunned. The lord has always been in a good manner, and he didn't dare to scold her when he was beaten like that by Yuzhu a few days ago. Could it be that he was confused this time? He hastily persuaded: "My lord, just wait another day, the old man will leave immediately, even if I die, I will invite you to come back to the capital!"

"Uncle Huang, I've made up my mind that you don't want to persuade me. I resist the order and go to the funeral for righteousness. Nothing will happen. They don't dare to do anything to me!" Zhao Tong said confidently with a smile.

"My lord, although you are righteous, but now there are people who are obstructing you, I'm afraid they will take the opportunity to make trouble!" Huang Jingchen nodded, but he was still worried.

"Hmph, I'm afraid that it will be calm when we go back. The more fun they make, the better things will be for us!" Zhao Tama said with a sneer, "Uncle Huang, you just need to worry about my home for a few days. People took advantage of the loopholes, and it is enough for me to take Jianxi and the others away!"

"My lord..." Huang Jingchen looked at Zhao Tun's appearance and knew that this was his final decision, so he stopped persuading him and went down to arrange the funeral for him!

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The next day was the seventh day of October, it was early winter, and just after dawn, the two guards at the Dailou Gate in the south of Bianliang got up lazily. The door bar, the city gate just opened a crack, it was knocked open, and several horses rushed in afterward.

"Going to the funeral..." A guard was staggered by a horse, and couldn't help yelling, but stopped after half of the curse. There are white ice particles, like impermanent ghosts, but it is not a funeral.

"Bastard, you dare to scold me, my lord!" The guard guarding the city had just woken up, and received a whip on his face. The pain made him tremble, and he couldn't help holding the knife in his waist.

"My lords, he has bad eyesight, please forgive me!" Another guard heard it clearly. Now that the empress is newly mourned, the royal family who received the letter are rushing back. Maybe one of these few is really a lord, so he hastened to pull him away. The living companion laughed and said.

"Pan Long, don't waste time!" A child on a horse snorted softly.

"It's cheap for you, I'll kill you next time!" The two guards saw that this group of people was obviously headed by this young child, and when they heard the scolding, they quickly bowed their heads and took a few steps back to get out of the way.

"Drive, drive..." The two big men in the lead urged their horses to go first, and then more than a dozen horses rushed through the city gate, bypassed the Wengcheng, and went straight to the Suzaku Gate in the inner city. There were already pedestrians on the street, and the shops along the street were already open for business with lights and candles, but the signboards were covered with white cloths, and there was a constant flow of delivery trucks, donkeys and horses carrying goods, and everyone had to slow down and ride slowly.

They were Zhao Tong and others who were going to Beijing for the funeral. After Zhao Tong made up his mind to go to Beijing yesterday, Huang Jingchen immediately arranged for Pan Long and Xue Bao to choose ten people as guards, and he also asked Jian Xi to prepare all of them. The materials went to Beijing with the prince.

Because the second day is the day of the big burial, according to the saying in the country, if you give you a letter and you don’t come to express your condolences on this day, then even if the two families have lost their love, they will be like strangers when they meet again, which is extremely rude. So Zhao Tun decided to go to Beijing overnight.Now he has been riding a horse all night without sleep, crossed the state and crossed the government for nearly [-] miles, and finally entered Beijing at dawn. Even a strong man like Pan Long was extremely exhausted.

"Guest officer, the steamed buns are freshly baked in the shop, and there is hot noodle soup, come down and have a rest!"

"I have hot water here, I think you must have traveled all night, wash your face and refresh yourself!"

"Everyone, sit down, the shop has all kinds of dim sum, gruel is free!"

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"Second Master, take a break, or you won't be able to take it anymore. You said earlier that the imperial city of Yujie will arrive soon, so don't worry about it right now!" Xue Bao looked at Zhao Tian who was riding on the horse, and he quickly supported him and said.

"Okay!" Zhao Tun nodded in agreement, but he couldn't move. Although he was wearing a fur robe and a silk jacket inside, he was still terribly frozen and froze, all relying on his brain. That point of belief persisted until now.

"Second Master..." The two nurses on the side exclaimed, quickly got off their horses, hugged him, sent him to a shop on the street, poured a few mouthfuls of hot soup, and rubbed him again. There was only a little blood on Tan's face, and he felt that his arms and legs were still his own. He turned his face and saw Jianxi beside him, and said, "Jianxi, take a rest, and go to the palace to report first, saying that I have arrived in the capital. Enter the palace to pay homage to the queen, we are waiting for your news here! "

"Second Master, I'll go right away!" Jian Xi washed his face, took his waist card, and led a small yellow door away in a hurry without taking a sip of water. Jing just wanted to 'gamble'. As for the result, he is not sure now, but he has to fight for his own future.

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Jianxi was anxiously walking around in the guest room of the introduction department. He took the waist card and entered the palace smoothly, handed over the prince's upper form, and waited for the reply. Nothing at all, thinking that the prince is still waiting for his news, how can he sit still.

"Zhien, have you handed over Prince Yan's upper form?" Jian Xi asked the little yellow gate guarding the door, and handed him two golden leaves.

"Hey, Chief Xie, how dare I delay your matter, I have already delivered it to Duzhi!" Xiao Huangmenmei said with a smile, and poured another cup of tea for Jianxi.

"Why haven't you replied yet? Just ask me again!" Jian Xi said as he handed over Zhang Jinzi, who was not in the mood to drink tea.

"Don't worry, Chief, I'll check it out for you right now, and I'll let you know if I have any news!" Zhien took the golden leaf and went happily.

Jian Xi was in a hurry at this time, and there were others who were more anxious than him. Yang Jian felt like he was holding a hot sticky cake holding Zhao Tun's upper watch, and he couldn't shake it off. What's the matter, Concubine Zheng has already started to preside over the affairs of the police station, and her head will soon be replaced with a phoenix crown.What is Concubine Wang Shu, why did I sit on the same boat with her, and the second prince is really stupid, he dared to return to Beijing without the imperial decree, from this point of view, he was better than his brothers, but why didn't I see it Woolen cloth?

Yang Jian regretted and hated, but he had no place to take the medicine of regret. The most important thing now is to get himself out, and not let the emperor hit him with a board. After thinking about it, there is only one way to go, that is, only I'm sorry Prince Yan, how to do it is another art!

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"Jianxi, did they pass on the emperor's oral order, or a decree!" Zhao Tang asked with a panicked Jianxi.

"Second master, it's not true, it's Yang Duzhi who let a little Huangmen pass the words!" Jian Xi quickly replied.

"It's not that easy to drive me back with just one word!" Zhao Tun slammed down the table and shouted fiercely, "Pack up your things immediately, follow me, and don't let me in. Go down to the mourning hall to pay homage!"

"Yes, Second Lord!" Pan Long and the others replied abruptly, startling the shop waiter, wondering what these people were doing, wondering if they should report to the police immediately, but Pan Long and the other guards secretly gave thumbs up Well, the prince has such pride at such a young age. In order to pay homage to his mother, he dared to violate the sacred order repeatedly, which made people have to obey.

Not long after, a group of people appeared on the broad Royal Street. This Royal Street is about two hundred paces wide, with Royal Corridors on both sides, allowing the city people to buy and sell in it. Chazi, that is the central royal road, which is the exclusive road for the royal family. Ordinary people are not allowed to walk. If you want to go, you have to stay outside the vermilion lacquered chazi in the corridor.

But these people didn't seem to care about it, which aroused people's curiosity to watch. They saw that the leader was a child, wearing a filial crown, with long legs spanning his neck, wrapped in cloth front and back, folded in three and tied from his forehead with hemp rope, dressed in mourning clothes, They are all made of very coarse raw cloth, without the edge, the first three and the last four, the clothes are longer than the waist, and the belt is made of hemp, holding a mourning stick in one hand, and crying while walking with the spirit tablet in his arms in the other. With the tributes on the table, they followed closely step by step, and there were a few people guarding around, looking around vigilantly.

Seeing the crowd watching, Zhao Tun cried even more sadly like a madman, and the soft sobs turned into howls, which aroused people's curiosity even more, and they couldn't help but followed them forward, and soon they were full of crowds Watch the lively crowd.

Zhao Tang was crying while walking, and it didn't take long before he came to the main gate of the Imperial City Hall, which was his first stop in this world, but looking at it now, it seemed like a lifetime away, he looked around.Xuande Building, the main entrance of Da Nei, is lined with five gates. The gates are made of gold nails and red lacquer. Use vermilion fork.

Entering the main entrance of Xuande Building is the Daqing Hall. There are two floors in the courtyard.The left and right horizontal gates outside the hall are the left and right Changqing gates.There are three gates on the south wall of the inner city, which are the roads of the Great Dynasty.

"Let's set up the mourning hall here!" Zhao Tuo stopped thirty steps in front of Xuande Building and stomped his feet and said to the crowd. Although he didn't dare to approach the palace gate to watch the excitement, he saw these people standing in front of the imperial city. After setting up the mourning hall, I was stunned for a while...