Empress, run away, your drowsy prince is also reborn

Chapter 485 Whose Funeral Is This
The paper money flying all over the sky has attracted the eyes of passers-by.

A platoon of mourners is coming from the palace in great momentum.

This kind of excitement is rarely seen in the imperial city. Thousands of people are empty, and black soldiers, old and young, stop behind their spears and point at the mourning team.

"Who is this dead?"

"I heard that they are the guards next to the emperor."

"This funeral is really grand. How can a guard walk away so grandly? It's even bigger than the officials I've seen before."

"Hey, this guard is the young master of the Du family back then. In the civil war before the emperor ascended the throne, he accompanied the emperor to fight out of blood. Such a loyal servant died like this. How can the emperor not feel bad?"

Xuan Chang, the leader, held the spiritual tablet in his hands, and the people on both sides stretched their necks to look at it, and saw the three big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes on it, without any prefix or suffix, and only the name of the deceased was engraved cleanly.

Du Chonglin.

The dead soldiers walked in neat steps, carrying the heavy nanmu coffin with solemn expressions.

The shopkeeper of Zangbao Pavilion opened the window for Shen Yigu.

He was sitting in a wooden wheelchair, looking at the flying spirit banner with a solemn expression.

"How did Chong Lin die?"

His voice was extremely soft, and he couldn't believe that such a high-spirited person was at a good age, and even the girl who had never had a heart-to-heart died young.

"I heard that an assassin came out of the palace and killed that lord."

The shopkeeper is also very sorry, he often deals with Chong Lin, such a person dies as soon as he says he will die, how can it not be a pity.

"The funeral that Yingchen gave to him was so grand, if he didn't know it, he would think that the prince died." Shen Yigu's voice was mixed with a trace of sigh:
"If I were Yingchen, I'm afraid that at this very moment, I would lose all my thoughts."

"But, the emperor is the emperor after all, and the death of a loyal servant shouldn't have such a big impact, right?" The shopkeeper disagreed: "Just do what you want."

"what do you know?"

Shen Yi raised his eyebrows in displeasure:

"Chonglin's name was given by Yingchen. He used to be the eldest son of the Du family. Later, the Du family conspired against other princes. It was he who secretly delivered the news and rescued Yingchen. For Yingchen, Chonglin Rin is his brother."

"Don't look at the emperor's ruthless temperament, there are very few people around him, and it is precisely because of the few that he regards them as the most important people in his life."

At this point, he sighed softly: "The emperor must be suffering more than anyone else in his heart."

The wind and snow made my skin ache.

Qu Changsheng stood beside Ying Chen, watching Chong Lin's coffin being slowly lowered into the tomb in the distance, she was gripping the hem of her clothes tightly as if she had a lump in her throat, and turned her head to look at Ying Chen.

He still didn't show any expression.

The blackness under the corners of the eyes is getting thicker, and there are thin stubbles on the chin, giving him a decadent look.

Especially those eyes, as if they were covered with a layer of black mist, without any brilliance.

Until his coffin was buried, he remained in that position, motionless, like a statue.

A group of people knelt in front of Chonglin's grave, staring at the stele absently.

Headed by Xuanyue and Xuanshang, the eunuch on one side saw that everything was in order, so he lengthened his voice:
"sorrow!"

As if some kind of switch had been turned on, a low sobbing sound came.

Xuanshang wept bitterly, knelt forward, hugged the stele, and said hoarsely, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... If I had been by your side all the time, you wouldn't have died, you wouldn't have died!"

(End of this chapter)