Chapter 21 Burial

"Mom, you have to change your red robe." When he got up to see him off, Yin Zhaoyu explained again uneasiness. Yin Xiuzhen nodded with a smile and said, "Cong Chengcheng, my mother has her own sense of moderation. Today's mother is happy. My mother is only one son like you. Now she is married to the royal family. You are too straightforward. My mother is really worried. Yin Ping, what kind of bullying the queen will be bullied here in the future. Negative, you report to the prime minister immediately, do you know?

"Yes, yes, master, don't worry!" Yin Ping saw that she was happy and smiled brightly. Yin Xiuzhen nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay, you have been with the prince since you were a child, and you are smart enough, but... If you are unfaithful to my Yin family, you will be dead at that time!"

Yin Ping's face was like dead ashes in an instant, and he looked at Yin Xiuzhen in horror. At this time, Yin Zhaoyu hurried aside and said, "Mom, you are scared of him. He is just a slave. Why do you need this?"

"Isn't mother worried about you?"

"I understand!" There was a wry smile on the corners of Yin Zhaoyu's mouth. Yin Xiuzhen didn't mean to stay longer. Seeing that it was late, she got up and walked out and said, "Okay, mother is leaving. Don't send it off!"

"Yes! Mother, let's go!" Both of them were happy and saw Yin Xiuzhen's figure disappearing in the corridor around the corner. Yin Zhaoyu and Yin Ping breathed a sigh of relief. Yin Ping said puzzledly, "Sir, I don't understand. Why don't you tell the truth to the master?"

"I'm the queen. How can I be embarrassed with the emperor?" He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He turned around and looked at Yin Ping and said, "Don't let the emperor know that today is the day when the emperor is buried. After passing on the will, all the masters and slaves in the harem, bathe and fast, and show filial piety for the emperor together!"

"I obey the order! But..." Yin Ping nodded and answered, suddenly hesitated again, and whispered, "The emperor has an order that everything in the funeral of the former emperor will be carried out according to the ancestral system. Any concubine favored by the previous emperor will be buried with you! Those who have never been spoiled will escape into the empty door! Hundreds of people have to be strangled before and after this!"

Yin Ping's words stunned Yin Zhaoyu. He frowned sadly and said, "The emperor's words are the imperial edict. Even if you don't want to do it, what can you do?"

"Sir, you are the queen of this harem, that is, the owner of this palace. How can the emperor sell you a little face? It's better for the prince to ask the emperor for a favor. If the emperor agrees, it also shows the prince's status in the emperor's mind. Who dares to be disrespectful to you in the future? Even if the emperor didn't agree, if it spread to the harem, she would have gained a compassionate reputation for you. Why not do it?

"Yin Ping!" Yin Zhaoyu scolded angrily and his face was cold. Yin Ping immediately knelt on the ground. He also knew that he had said something wrong. He clenched his lips and said nothing. Yin Zhaoyu looked at him for half a day before he said coldly, "Do you know why I scolded you?"

Yin Ping lowered his head stubbornly without saying a word. Yin Zhaoyu sighed and said, "I have married the emperor as a concubine. From now on, there is only the emperor in my life, and you... will be even more."

Yin Ping's head drooped lower. Yin Zhaoyu stared at him for a long time. Yin Ping opened his mouth several times and finally couldn't help saying, "Son, I don't mean that you and the emperor can't get along. There is no loss to the emperor, right?"

"How can the emperor go back on what he said? If the emperor disagrees, although the palace has a beautiful name of compassion, in comparison, the emperor will not become a tyrant? You and I have just entered the palace, and I have thought of fighting for profits before I have been guarding before. If you don't know what's wrong, just kneel today.

After saying angrily, Yin Zhaoyu walked back to the room. He stayed there quietly and didn't know what to think. Outside the room, Yin Ping knelt straight there, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong. When Jing Li came out, he saw this scene, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Your Majesty!" Yin Zhaoyu got up to greet him. Then he remembered that he had not passed the meal to her. Suddenly, he felt extremely ashamed. He wanted to give Yin Ping a wink, but he felt that it was too far away. For a moment, he was at a loss.

Jing Li did not ask the reason for this matter. He just smiled indifferently and walked to Yin Zhaoyu's side. He held his hand and whispered, "Queen, today is the day when the mother emperor is buried. There are still many things I need to deal with in the front hall. I'm wronged you to eat alone."

"Your Majesty, are you leaving?" It was hard to hide the gall in his eyes. Yin Zhaoyu's tone was a little eager. Jing Li smiled bitterly and turned around indifferently. Looking at her suddenly heavy figure, Yin Zhaoyu's heart was painful for no reason.

The funeral of the late emperor was held in the royal mausoleum. The whole scene was grand and depressing. The ministers next to the mausoleum did not even dare to breathe. Even Yin Xiuzhen, who had always been a strong prime minister, had a gloomy face, and the harem was full of pain. Those men who had been favored by the ancestors all had dull expressions and looked dull.

With the sound of sad funeral music, the golden coffin of the former emperor was slowly lifted. Jing Li was dressed in white and had a white hairband on his head. Her phoenix eyes gently covered her face with calmness and indifference. She was kneeling there, kowtowing three times, and the awe-inspiring emperor's spirit was fully displayed. All the ministers were shocked. They didn't want her young age. She had always been He is a light and reckless person, but when there is no righteous person in the country, there is still such domineering.

There were joys and sorrows among the ministers. Jing Li had already stood up in the flash. The golden coffin fell, and the mourning was even stronger. He was surrounded by such an atmosphere. The former emperor's concubines were a little timid and cried in a low voice. Yin Zhaoyu knelt behind Jing Li and couldn't help but feel sad for them.

Originally, it was just a low cry, but later the crying became more and more. Jing Li frowned impatiently. Seeing this, Linglong immediately went to the music office and whispered a few words. At this time, the music stopped, but the crying became stronger.

Le Zhi Licheng, the funeral came to the end, and this was also the time when these former imperial concubines returned to heaven. Su Yao led a group of women in white and came side by side. Everyone had a white silk in their hands. This situation made the blood on the faces of these male concubines suddenly lose. The pale appearance was almost Like Bai Ling, even her lips are snow-white.

"Wait!" Just as Su Yao was ready to take action, Linglong stood out to stop it.

This roar made the ministers who had been lower their heads raised their heads one after another. Linglong didn't know when he held the imperial edict and walked to Yin Zhaoyu's side and whispered a few words in his ear. Yin Zhaoyu's face was stunned and he was quite excited to take over the imperial edict.