Chapter 81 Funeral Gift
Chapter 81 Burial Ceremony
As the emperor said, he will never come to play chess with Mr. Yan again, so this is really the last time to play chess with Mr. Yan.
As he said, he did not get back the title of Mr. Yan, nor did he withdraw Yan's title. Anyway, if you fight with Mr. Yan, it has not been realized. But when this became the last fight, everyone really didn't expect it.
After the emperor and the old master played chess, on the third day of fighting and returning to the palace, the news of his death came from the palace.
This bad news stunned everyone and couldn't recover for a long time.
Three days ago, in Yan's house, the emperor and Mr. Yan fought chess, which was seen by everyone in the house, and everyone felt that the emperor's spirit was getting better and better when he fought with Mr. Yan and played chess. But no one would have thought that the emperor at this time was a real return.
After returning to the palace that night, the emperor couldn't sleep. In the middle, he could still wake up hazyly and call out the imperial concubine, so he barely filled the soup and barely weighed for three days.
The emperor was buried, and the whole country was in mourning. He could not get married for two years, but he had to wear plain clothes.
The ministers in the court were willing to ask the prince to issue an order on the grounds that the emperor's concubines were to be buried with them.
But soon, the palace read the emperor's will and blocked Youyou's mouth.
Except for the imperial concubines and the four concubines, all the concubines under the four concubines, except those who have not been favored and those under the age of 20 can be released from the palace, are all buried with them.
One purpose, crying, laughing, happy and sad, all sentient beings.
The concubine's family is also uneasy.
The out of the palace, the funeral of the one who should be buried, and the one who should stay, the palace has also been empty for a while.
One night, after Yan Zhen couldn't sleep all night because of his sad voice, he moved to the imperial concubine's bedroom with his baby and Niunuchs.
They were expelled from the palace and could not even participate in the emperor's last burial ceremony. They could only wear hemp clothes like the people.
The imperial concubine touched Yan Chan's little head, but her heart was up and down. The emperor went there in a hurry. Although he issued a decree to exempt her from the burial of her and the fourth concubine, the situation in the court is unclear now. Prince Duan and the prince don't know who will kill the deer.
If the new emperor ascends the throne, if it is the prince, their life will naturally not be bad, but if it is Lord Duan, these concubines who have served the emperor all their lives, I'm afraid they can't escape, just because they are not the mother concubine of Prince Duan.
On the day of the emperor's burial, although it was an auspicious day, the sky was still drizzling, and the people said one after another that it was the sky that was sad for the death of a generation of Ming emperors.
The coffin is followed by the soft sedan chair of the remaining five concubines, followed by the vassal kings, then the prince and princess, followed by the prince and the princess, followed by the size of the official position, civil and martial arts.
In addition to the royal family, Yan Fu is the head of the military attache. Mr. Yan did not leave the house, and Yan Daye did not come back in the border, but they were all mourning.
According to the rules, eunuchs and maids of honor will burn a large amount of paper money before burial. These things represent the emperor's beloved property, and the workmanship is exquisite and vivid. They include swords, imperial pen and inkstones and the emperor's favorite ornaments, as well as a large group of paper dummy, who will serve the emperor in the underworld.
Paper soldiers are also lined up, and they will be burned somewhere between the palace gates two days before the funeral. Generally speaking, they are all sent to the underworld to fight in front.
Of course, there are also dummys in official uniforms, indicating different titles, which will then be burned. They will represent the strategy for the emperor in the underworld.
The people followed the coffin all the way to the imperial mausoleum outside the pass, standing independently on various hills, surrounding the imperial mausoleum, waiting for the emperor's burial.
Yan Cong followed his family and silently followed the back of the noble relatives of the royal family, holding Yan Ziqi's hand.
Although it's autumn and the weather is not very cold, Yan Chan's hands are still sweating, which is weak sweat and cold sweat.
Yan Ziqi held Yan Shen's hand. Did she give her a reassuring look and was speechless all the way?
Just like this huge team, there are no other words except singing harmony. Everyone sings and moves with it, and no one surpasses it.
However, the people blocking the road on both sides are well-dressed soldiers. They are on guard all the way. I'm afraid there will be some trouble.
Because he was afraid of killing assassins halfway, many roads were blocked in advance. When the people standing in the pavilion could see the funeral procession, they saw a group of light cavalry in armor and spears, dressed and behaved appropriately. Next, the servants were led by their hands and formed a column of dwarfs; then followed by a large group of red satin clothes with yellow feathers on their hats. There were about hundreds of Mao's servants, and they took turns to carry the coffins.
Then there was another captain's spear light cavalry, flying a long red flag on their spear, followed by the slingers. They belong to the Royal Guard and wear gray uniforms with red trims.
Behind it, there are rows of servants in red, holding banners of green, red, purple, yellow and other colors and low-hanging satin banners. The ranks of the servants holding bright banners are endless. It seems that they have carried out all the banners in the palace to the late emperor.
Later, there was a strange and solemn scene. The three white, black and brown high-headed horses lined up in a column dragged three sedan chairs on the four-wheeled light carriage.
I heard that this is a sedan chair commonly used by His Majesty in his lifetime. And these horses are also the horses used by the emperor, and the paper horses on the wheels are the horses that the emperor fought in those years. This queue of tall horses is slow and sad, which is touching.
Next is a tall camel from the Gobi Desert, full of fluff and strong, like a monster in ancient times. They walked in two columns on both sides of the road. They carry the necessities wrapped in yellow silk, because the funeral procession has to walk for three days before reaching the imperial mausoleum.
Later, a gap appeared in the funeral procession. Then a group of servants in red passed in front of people in disorder. After some soldiers in black walked over, there was another gap, followed by a messy line of servants. Then suddenly there appeared two sedan chairs decorated with golden satin and carried by the sedan chairman, surrounded by wreaths.
The road that was stained by the passing horses and camel manure is now cleaned by the servants. All this seems to indicate that the front is just a guard of honor, because the team behind can't be seen for a while.
But faint flags can soon be seen on the downhill road between the mounds in the distance. The hunting red flag reflected the sky, and rows of cavalry came to the imperial mausoleum; more yellow sedan chairs came from top to bottom. Behind these sedan chairs were dazzling golden flames, which were frighteningly large and high off the ground.
The emperor's coffin moved forward very slowly, with a huge golden ball on the square coffin, and it was covered with a wide brocade. It was carried by more than a hundred sedan chairs with long bamboo bars and moved forward in a majestic and solemn way. As early as an hour ago, the sun had risen, making the yellow satin on the coffin like a golden river burning with flames in the sky.
Then came a large group of servants in elegant robes and hats with yellow feathers. Behind them are a group of people wearing purple-red robes with the word "shou" embroidered with gold thread, symbolizing longevity. These people also hold yellow flags.
There is a yellow ocean everywhere, with countless squares or circles, embroidered with yellow, green, red, blue and other banners of dragons and phoenixes. Behind other vast sedan chairs, pony horses, banners and mourning flags are followed by a large number of lamas and monks in dark yellow salamats from Tibet and Mongolia.
The concubines in court uniform followed the coffin and moved forward slowly. Behind them were the officials in the same court uniform. They are only wearing black mourning clothes. Their official hats took off ornaments indicating official titles, namely red coral and sapphire tops, as well as peacock feathers.
All the people passed in front of the people with a look of mourning, dressed in rustic clothes, just like the ordinary people, with no entourage.
The emperor's huge coffin is very close to the imperial mausoleum and very high from the ground. This huge object covered with yellow brocade burns like a fire, shining, glowing, and releasing bright golden yellow.
This has never been seen before. It represents the royal family and the yellow color that only the emperor and queen wear. Anyone who violates the rules will be killed.
Its journey is so difficult and complicated, just like this yellow coffin is a heavy piece of pure gold, and its coffin coat seems to be made of metal, not brocade.
In the sun, it looks like a golden waterfall. In this royal golden coffin, sleeping is the holy son of heaven in the eyes of the world.
Thousands of people on the mound were also silent, and the emperor's coffin shook and moved forward solemnly.
A lama hit the pace of the sedan chairmen lifting the coffin with a small wooden drum. The wooden ball hit the sheep's skin and made a cold and gloomy sound in the depressing silence.
In the back is a group of monks knocking with wooden fish in their hands, and the upper Buddhist scriptures of the Buddhist family are read in their mouths.
At the end, it was still the same servant and soldier, who was dressed at the beginning, dignified and solemn.
After the historian finished reading the carol and the singer finished singing the funeral, the emperor's coffin was steadily carried into the tomb prepared by the previous sedan chair servant.
At this time, Mr. Yan sat in his yard and raised his head to welcome the continuous drizzle falling from the world. Tears and rain mixed together and slipped off his face.
Mr. Yan tremblingly held a bone fan in his hand and groped repeatedly. It was the emperor's favorite, the twelve-bone fan, made of ivory.
In the haze, I heard Mr. Yan and said, "Delusion, you still ruined the agreement between us and went ahead of me. How can I protect you after leaving this country? How can I guard it for you?"
(Author's statement: The burial clip of the emperor in this chapter comes from the burial clip of the Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Dynasty. It is the most realistic description of the burial of Empress Dowager Cixi, but some small details have been changed.)