The correct way to open the first favorite concubine of Ming Dynasty

According to the palace, the crown prince came back from Nanjing quickly, but the crown princess had to drive more slowly to return.

But it stands to reason that Heidan can only arrive in Fengyang in early June, and the earliest arrival in Nanjing is in mid-June. Why did he come back from Nanjing on the third day of June?This is double the normal speed.

Heidan's traveling speed was already unreasonably fast, but Haishou's speed was even more exaggerated - it was calculated that within half a month, he ran Heidan's one-month journey.

The news of his return was so sudden that I didn't have time to be happy, but was stunned.While hurriedly arranging the palace servants to change clothes for themselves and the children according to the etiquette, the brain was running wildly.After thinking about it, the only possibility is that he didn't go to Nanjing at all.

But why didn't he go to Nanjing?Could it be that he can predict the future and know in advance that the emperor will die?

Or, he killed... I quickly stopped this terrible thought.

The Ministry of Rites set up an incense case at Lugou Bridge, and the crown prince knelt down to receive the edict.Then the prince entered Beijing, dismounted at the right gate of Chang'an, cried on foot to the outside of the palace gate, took off his crown and clothes, entered the palace with loose hair, went straight to the Hall of Renzhi, and rushed to the spirit of Emperor Daxing.

Heitan looked at me slightly as he passed by.

Look sad, distraught.With disheveled hair, he looked even more haggard.

At a glance, I saw his dusty face, yellow and thin, with a pointed chin.There was a sharp pain in my heart.

In the last few months of the emperor's life, no matter how mean he was to Heidan, it was his father after all.Black Dan may kill the king, but he will not kill the father.

The emperor's body was transported from the Qin'an Hall, and because the crown prince was not in Beijing, he could not be coffined and coffined. Now it was placed in front of him, and the outline could be vaguely seen through the cloth.A large amount of spices piled up next to it, forcibly suppressing the smell—after all, more than 20 days have passed.

Heidan stepped forward and knelt down, performed five prostrations and three kowtows, and wept bitterly.

He cried so much that he almost fainted. I stood behind the queen, in front of the foreign ministers, and was not allowed to approach him according to the etiquette. I could only watch from a distance with tears in my eyes, feeling sorry for him.Later, the queen ordered someone to help him up, and Heidan barely suppressed his tears.

Coming out of the Hall of Renzhi, Heidan went to the former court first.

The decree is to report the obituary of Emperor Daxing to the princes and princesses, and issue a will to the world.

He also ordered the Ministry of Rites to discuss the funeral etiquette, and the Ministry of Rites stated that the mourning etiquette should be in accordance with Emperor Taizong's etiquette in August last year, except for the imperial edict of Emperor Daxing.The black egg is right.

After inquiring, he entered the harem, and he had to go to Kunning Palace first. The queen had something to say to him.

I sent the children to grandma, Xiaolian and others, and waited quietly for him in the East Palace.

He didn't come back until evening, and as soon as I entered the door, I went up to meet him, and his eyes met. He stared at me obsessively, strode forward and hugged me tightly in his arms.

As soon as I hugged it, all the countless questions I wanted to ask disappeared in smoke.How sick are you?Are you sick?Did you go to Nanjing?Where did you go if you didn't go to Nanjing?Why don't you tell me something?Why did Hu Shanxiang write a reply?

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Last time when Zhu Di passed away, he cried while hugging me, but this time he hugged me, but he couldn't cry or speak.

I gently stroked the back of his head, and patted his back again, all my doubts turned into one sentence: "If you feel bitter, just cry, I'll be with you."

He hugged me hard and shook his head.

"Tired?" I asked again.

"Ah."

Standing there embracing each other for an unknown amount of time, it seemed as if everything was forgotten including time.

My head was empty, I didn't think about anything, I just felt the turbulent emotions passing from his embrace.

Until his arm strength gradually loosened, I said: "If you don't want to talk, then don't talk about it. Ask Fan Jin to prepare hot water, and I will help you take a bath. The journey is hard, and tomorrow will inevitably be tiring—except for the ceremony of funeral In the harem, there are many things that need to be decided by you."

He nodded and let me lead him to take a bath.

He was still in a daze while soaking in the bathtub, but when I got up to get the towel after I scrubbed him, he suddenly grabbed my wrist.

I asked Fan to come in and add some hot water, let him soak for a while, and I sat aside to accompany him quietly.

Although I don't know what he went through during the period from leaving Beijing to coming out of Kunning Palace, and I don't know how to persuade him or how to help him, I sat silently beside him for a while, vaguely aware that there was something I could do in front of me. do.

Maybe it's something only I can do.

"Don't be afraid." I said.

I took his hand, making a gesture I made as a child.

"The thumb is the parents, the index finger is the children, the little finger is the brother, and the ring finger is me."

Release the thumb: "Parents will leave you."

Release your index finger: "The children will leave you."

Release the little finger: "Brother will leave you."

The remaining fingertips of the ring finger can't be separated no matter what.

He said with a sigh like he did when he was a child: "Well, don't leave me." After saying that, he pulled my shoulder and kissed me deeply.

During the mourning period, intercourse is not allowed, and there is no passion/desire in his kiss, it is more like a little beast covered in bruises, tormented by great pain, begging for comfort.