The favorite wife of the black-bellied prime minister

Chapter 570 Death of illness (2)
Bai Lijing stopped suddenly and didn't continue talking, the snow fell heavily and the surrounding was extremely quiet, when a carriage chased after him, Shi Fanyin on the carriage said: "Young master, the snow and wind are tight, we must rush to the next station tonight , someone in the clan has been waiting for a long time."

"Okay." Bai Lijing nodded.

"How about Junqing? Why don't you let the King of Medicine take a look?" Shi Fanyin asked worriedly.

Beijun Yaowang opened the heavy curtain and looked over with worried eyes.

"Qing'er is fine, let's continue on our way." Bai Lijing hugged the child a little tighter, and Jun Qing threw herself into her arms and cried aggrievedly.

Looking back, I can't see Chang'an City, I can't see the Jiuchong Longhua Palace, I don't know if that person is still standing still.

He became famous as a young man and ruled the world for ten years. The wife he married in life and death, and the son who survived in pain, can only wish him a long and happy life through the wind and snow.

Wife and children are separated, how can we live without worries for a hundred years?
It's just a fool's dream.

The forest flowers withered for the spring red, the crabapple flowers in Dongxing and Shengjing bloomed and withered again, the business of Li Shu's theater was flat day by day, and everyone was rumoring that Emperor Yuandi was sick. At a time when the wind and rain are in turmoil, I dare not make a big show of sensuality, for fear that a little carelessness will become the target of public criticism.

The rumors spread everywhere, and it was not groundless. In a blink of an eye, spring went to autumn, and Dongxing Jingyuan died on the first day of October in the 19th year of October, the third day after Emperor Jingyuan's fiftieth birthday, in Weiyang Palace in the imperial city.

According to the edict of Emperor Jingyuan, Prince Bailiyu succeeded to the throne, amnesty the world, reward meritorious ministers, and dismiss those who corrupted the law. The people of Daxing praised the new emperor's benevolent government, and the community was fortunate to entrust Mingjun.

Although there are riots from time to time in Shengjing City, the Situ family devotes themselves to protecting the lord and maintaining the stability of the capital.

On the first day of the first month of the following year, Dongxing changed its year name to "Orthodoxy", which is the first year of Orthodoxy.

After Emperor Jing Yuan died of illness, he stayed in Fengxian Hall. At the end of the first lunar month, the imperial mausoleum was completed.In February, the spring is moving, and it is appropriate to bury and break the ground.The orthodox emperor ordered people to dig out Princess Rongchangjing's tomb, moved it into the imperial tomb, and buried it with the empress.Looking at it the next day, the mausoleum of Mo Wen, the son-in-law of Rongchang, was robbed, the tomb was stolen, the thieves stole the treasure and fled, and the bones of the sick son-in-law in the coffin were burned to ashes.

At the end of February, after the burial of the emperor and empress had been completed, there was a sudden change in the imperial mausoleum, and none of the craftsmen and supervisors survived.

In the imperial study room, in front of Marshal Situ, Situ He confronted Emperor Zhengtong angrily: "The former emperor and empress have already been buried, why did they order people to kill all the craftsmen and supervisors? How does Your Majesty explain this dehumanizing act?! "

"He'er, don't be rude! Who are you talking to!" After hearing this, Marshal Situ sharply reprimanded Situ He. There is a difference between monarchs and ministers. Situ He's words just now were enough to punish him.The following offends the above, and there is no holy master.

"Uncle!" Situ He clenched his teeth, unable to control himself.In the change of the imperial mausoleum, the blood of thousands of craftsmen and supervisors stained the royal road of the imperial mausoleum red, but no one can remain indifferent after seeing such a tragic scene, not to mention whether the two brothers of the Mohist family have committed a heinous crime, who deserves to die for those craftsmen?
Baili Yu was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, sitting on a dragon chair, writing a set of characters in his hand, his handwriting is of course the most beautiful, looking around the world, who is better than his handwriting?

After listening to Situ's nephew's dispute, Baili Yu raised his head unhurriedly, and reluctantly put down the pen in his hand, but he answered an irrelevant question, and asked Gao Xian nearby: "Gao Gonggong, does my word look good?"

Gao Xian followed Emperor Jing Yuan for nearly thirty years, and now serving the new emperor, he naturally respects him in everything, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty's calligraphy is unmatched in the world."

"I think so too." Baili Yu smiled without self-effacing, and then moved his eyes to His Highness's uncle and nephew, and said with a smile: "Uncle, why is Cousin He so angry? Why are you dissatisfied? Let me hear." listen."

The young emperor, who was not yet a weak crown, even spoke with naivety and childishness, as if he killed craftsmen and sealed the emperor's mausoleum as a matter of course.

Situ He has been immersed in the imperial court for many years, and he is no longer what he used to be. He can endure many absurd things about the new emperor, and no longer argue in detail, but the changes in the imperial mausoleum are different from the past. How can he turn a blind eye to it? Let it pass?

"Did His Majesty order the tomb of Princess Rong Changjing to be destroyed?" Situ He asked in a cold voice, still questioning.

"He'er!" Marshal Situ reprimanded again, always adhering to the distinction between monarch and minister.Perhaps because he knew that this was a hurdle that Situ He could not overcome in his life, Marshal Situ was even more worried that he would say something even more rebellious.

"Uncle, let Cousin He go on talking, they are all my brothers, what can't you say?" Baili Yu stood up and walked under the dragon seat.

"Did His Majesty order the tomb of Princess Rongchangjing to be destroyed?" Situ He asked again, meeting Baili Yu's gaze, neither dodging nor avoiding, he just wanted to investigate to the end.

Baili Yu smiled, his eyes were deep and innocent, he was born harmless, and because of his young age, he smiled even more gently, facing Situ He's questioning, Baili Yu shook his head and said: "Cousin He My memory is not good, I didn't destroy the tomb of the emperor's clothes, but moved to the imperial mausoleum to be buried with my father and queen, after all, the emperor will be buried with my father and queen, so I am most at ease."

"Where's Mo Wen's tomb? There are guards in the cemetery, why would there be tomb robbers? It would be too vicious for a fire to be reduced to ashes!" Situ He asked persistently. The matter of human corpses is always disdainful.

Baili Yu walked up to Situ He and met his eyes. The unique posture of a high-ranking person was fully revealed. He asked coldly: "Cousin He, I don't like to hear your words. That man has such a humble background. What qualifications do I have to be buried with my sister Huang? Every time I think of my sister marrying such a disabled and ugly person when I am not in Beijing, I feel like a knife is piercing my heart. Could it be that Cousin He treats such a lowly An ugly person with kind thoughts? If it weren't for him, maybe Huangjie would still be alive and free from disasters..."

(End of this chapter)