Distressed Concubine

Chapter 346 All the Prosperity Comes to an End 3
Qingluo didn't want to leave at first, Nalan Ruixue said, she is already Jiang's daughter-in-law, go back, Jiang Feng's collapse is no less than her own.Qingluo nodded and followed back.

The atmosphere was strange and abnormal, and the officials hurriedly kowtowed and left.

Today is the day for the regent's funeral, and it happened to be the Empress Dowager's 65th birthday. After finishing this wave, they had to go to the palace to congratulate her on her birthday.

But outside the Prince Regent’s Mansion, there are all common people, all wearing white filial piety and kneeling on both sides along the long street. Huaihai City today received an imperial decree, and all of them hung red, but white banners were hung on the gates of the common people’s houses without exception. , Calling the soul bell, every household removes meat and meat, and all vegetarians.

At the beginning, the officers and soldiers arrested a few typical households and forced them to hang red wefts. In the end, thousands of ordinary people beat them out of the street with their shoulder poles, and finally they dared not control them.

Over the years, the Regent Wang has been running around, expanding the territory and strengthening the border defense.Recovering the lost ground, updating the section of the Beichang map time and time again.

Land reforms and personnel changes in China have allowed children from poor families to go to school, and opened warehouses to release grain in bad years for farmers.

Repair water conservancy, encourage commerce and trade, and strengthen foreign economic circulation.

Get rid of bullies and bandits.Change the promotion system of the household department, investigate corruption, and promote good learning.

Taxation has always been a headache for the people. The taxation a hundred years ago has been reduced again and again by the King Regent over the past few years.

Etc., etc.

In just a few years, Beichang has undergone earth-shaking changes and metamorphosis, as if a ray of sunshine has sprinkled into this land, clearing away the heavy haze, and allowing the millennium empire Beichang to stand upright again.

In the hearts of the common people, Bei Gongsheng is not only the god of war, but also the hope of thousands of families, the dream of living and working in peace, living without war, and dying without gunpowder.

As soon as he left, everyone's hearts were empty.

Including them, the officials who deal with him for their own interests and make troubles, all feel a cloud of haze suddenly cast in their hearts.

well!But it's nothing!
Although the political stances are different, the regent always touches against the interests of officials like them time and time again, but in fact, when you think about it, he is indeed a rare talent in governing the country in Beichang for thousands of years.

Standing is one thing, respect is another.

Moreover, everyone is dead, so the so-called dead are the greatest.

Everyone's mood is a pious farewell, nothing else.

After a while, a woman came in the wind and snow. Her eyebrows were picturesque, and her hair was full of green silk. She was unparalleled in beauty. She was one of the few top beauties in the world. There were some small scars on her face, which did not affect her beauty , but no one could reveal a look of surprise in their eyes.On the contrary, they were filled with a fierce cold, endless cold.

She stared blankly at the coffin in the mourning hall, not moving for a long time.

Nalan Ruixue raised her eyes lightly, glanced at her, and ordered: "Get out!"

"Yes!"

Several Gong Jinwei immediately stood up, stepped forward, and prepared to take Ning Yuran out.

The moment he grabbed his arm, Ning Yuran struggled to break free, choked with tears and said to Nalan Ruixue: "Let me take a look, just a look!"

"Get out." Nalan Ruixue said again, and added a few pieces of paper money to the brazier with the tongues of fire rising and falling, and the flames ignited, and soon, it turned into a mass of scorched ashes.

Suddenly, Ning Yuran knelt down on the spot, her eyes were firm and decisive, tears rolled down, telling her heartache very clearly. "Please, let me take a look."

"One look?" Nalan Ruixue blushed unconsciously, and tears welled into her eyes. She threw away the paper money in her hand, got up and walked outside the mourning hall.

Gong Jinwei let go of her hand, and she stepped in front of Ning Yuran who was kneeling.

For a while, the air was stagnant, and even the worshiping officials all moved away.

Ning Yuran slowly raised her eyes, tears of regret filled her eyes. "He's leaving, let me take a look at him. I know you hate me, I... I, I just want to take a look at him, he's going to..."

The choking got louder and louder, and she could barely form a sentence.

"Snapped!"

What responded to her was a slap that shocked the audience.

"Why take a look? Look at your great achievements? Ning Yuran? Are you satisfied? Harming others and yourself, are you satisfied?" Nalan Ruixue choked up her voice, her eyes were full of hatred that couldn't be dissipated, The corners of his eyes were filled with tears from heartbreak. "What qualifications do you have to see him? Lunli, you have already been divorced, and you have nothing to do with him. Lunqing, you have brought him to this place, how can you have the face?"

Excited, she grabbed Ning Yuran's chin and roared angrily, "Why do you have the face?"

Ning Yuran's jaw was pinched and deformed. She endured the pain and cried, "I know I was wrong, I know! Give me a chance to correct my mistakes."

"It's late..." Nalan Ruixue let go of her hand and turned around. "Go away, for the sake of the child being motherless, I will spare your life, you'd better get out of here."

"Nalan..." Ning Yuran still wanted to say something.

"Snapped!"

Nalan Ruixue swung her hand and slapped again, Ling Lie's ruthlessness left a blood-red five-finger mark on Ning Yuran's face.

"Fuck, let you go, can't you understand people's words! Go away!"

Nalan Ruixue was angry, like an angry female leopard, wanting to tear apart the world.

Ning Yuran pressed her lips tightly, not letting more tears flow down.

After a long time, she murmured a word, and Nalan Ruixue stopped in her tracks...

At noon, when the huge coffin was carried out of the Prince Regent's Mansion, there were cries all over the way, and countless people shouted. "Prince Regent, let's go!"

Nalan Ruixue walked quietly while supporting the coffin, Su Bai performed the most silent loneliness in the world.

Countless paper money poured down like snowflakes, wind and tears lingering, snow and paper fluttering.

A team of thousands of people set off from the Prince Regent's Mansion and headed all the way to Fengming Mountain.

Stretching white dragons, wherever they pass by, the people on both sides of the street kneel quietly, bowing their hands piously.

On the Feng Tower in the distance, the male singer sang loudly:

Prosperous at the age of one thousand, lonely at the age of one hundred, Ni Lin at the age of ten, stripping Cangshuo, and Beichang is full of wind and clouds.

The hearts of the people can be at ease, the four pictures look forward to the development, and the Chijiang iron horse Jin Gotan.

Jun Meng has been dreaming for a hundred years, and he has made great efforts to govern and look forward to the history.

However, the wind and the clouds are shallow and the horizontal knife is short, and the water is scattered in the river and the sea.

Accept its responsibility and expand its society.

The history of long live achievements is thin, and the future generations will say right and wrong.

There is a saying that thousands of souls come back to Huaihai in their dreams, and the golden sun shines against the sky, protecting China from war and ending disasters, and all people return to their hearts. An emperor and people will comment on it through the ages, and it is a century-old song!

The singing voice is melodious, with cadences and depressions carrying a sense of bleak sadness, but also revealing a bit of nostalgic reluctance, and it is a compliment to Bei Gong Sheng Cang Ming for half his life.

Nalan Ruixue listened quietly. In the past few days, she looked through too many things in Beigongcheng's palace.

Countless days and nights, he was there quietly scribbling ink, pointing to Beichang Jiangshan Sheji, he is a good emperor.

He not only loves the people like a child as she imagined, but also amends laws and promotes reforms.He wants to unify the four seas, expand the five lakes, and re-establish the Beichang Empire, which is different from the previous feudal empire.

In his sketches, there is a sentence like this: "Prosperous disasters, man-made disasters, natural disasters, and self-disasters are less important. Frontier defense is neglected, agriculture and business are neglected, imperial power is emphasized, court sects are consolidated, classes are classified, poverty is distinguished, and the source of disasters will eventually arise." Although the foreign relatives are in chaos, the collapse of thousands of miles of dams in the ant's nest is not an overnight disaster. Picking up is like the pain of gouging out the bone and the injury of breaking the tendons. It has a destiny, the Yuan clan's long-cherished wish for a hundred years, kowtowing to the ancestors will not insult the blood, and worshiping the sky will not be ashamed of the people."

She also heard countless things about him.

He led the people to prevent waterlogging, kiss up the dam, and kiss down the quagmire.

He built a pharmacy extensively, and the poor were exempted from consultation fees.

He delved into rice, increased production, and cultivated barren hills...

Countless things, etc. In the past eight years, except for the half year when he came to Nantong to find himself, every day, he worked diligently to defend against foreign thieves and secure the people inside.

Today's common people's homage is not acting, let alone sudden thoughts, but the reverence accumulated by countless days and nights in Beichang over the years.

It is not a miracle to be able to do this in just 26 years.

Looking up at the sky, I felt the wind and snow raging on my face.

Nalan Ruixue clenched her fists, her eyes were cold.

When the funeral procession reached the gate of the city, a galloping horse came galloping, and the guards jumped on the horse and kowtowed. "See the Princess Regent!"

"What's the matter?" Nalan Ruixue sneered.

"This..." The guard hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "At the emperor's order, I came here to invite the regent king's coffin to the palace. I said yes, and I want to see you before I leave."

"Is it the emperor's order?" Nalan Ruixue smiled colder.

The guard nodded. "Yes! The emperor's order!"

"Let the emperor come out of the palace to see you! The time for the funeral has been set. Since ancient times, it is better to disturb the joy than to disturb the funeral. Even if the emperor is the emperor, don't disturb the sleep of the old man."

Nalan Ruixue didn't move, she didn't even stop in her footsteps.

She didn't nod, and the funeral bearers didn't pause at all. The guards looked at this group of people who openly resisted the order in surprise, and couldn't catch up for a while.

The deceased is the greatest, everyone understands this truth, in fact, he doesn't know why the emperor chooses this time... But who dares to resist the emperor's order?Immediately got up and took out the imperial decree from his bosom, and said loudly: "Princess Regent accepts the decree!"

The atmosphere changed suddenly, everyone stared at the guards with glaring eyes, but they didn't dare to speak, they just lowered their heads holding their breath.

A quarter of an hour later, the funeral procession had no choice but to go to the palace, and the public resentment boiled over.

When they arrived at the palace, Jin Mi's extravagant palace was dressed in red and green, playing auspicious music, and it was not very festive.

The funeral procession all had gloomy faces... This... is it clear that he came to humiliate his prince?The implication is that the prince died well?Congratulations?

In front of the Hall of Light, Xiao Yu's phoenix crown and golden robe showed a cold smile with half-closed eyes.

Everyone saluted, and the bearers looked at each other, speechlessly preparing to put down the coffin and kowtow.

In the empty green brick palace, Nalan Ruixue's indifferent voice came: "Don't let the coffin go! Let go of the bad luck, it's not good if it disturbs the past life."

The soul walks nine paths, and the way to rebirth must be smooth and smooth, which indicates that there will be fewer setbacks in the next life.

Everyone understood and didn't say anything, but Xiao Yu twirled the golden armor and said with a smile: "The regent's departure is a farewell. Before leaving, it is also proper to bow down to the Ai family and the emperor. This is not a disturbance."

Nalan Ruixue raised her eyes and sneered. "I'm afraid that the emperor's grandmother won't be able to bear this gift!"

Xiao Yu smiled lightly, and winked at the "Emperor" on the dragon couch, "The Emperor" nodded lightly, and said in a loud voice: "The princess regent is really messing around! The emperor's grandmother is the real grandmother of the prince regent, and I am even more brotherly. Why can't you bear it?"

(End of this chapter)