Your Majesty, You Can't

The officials of the imperial court dispersed and retreated one after another. Zhao Yin was still sitting quietly on the dragon chair, staring at the mountain of folded papers in front of the table, which were all the memorials that the officials of the imperial court had not reported in the morning. .

The little eunuch who had been watching for a long time saw that His Majesty seemed to be asleep, and there was no movement for a long time, so he tentatively called, "Your Majesty?"

"En." Zhao Yin responded without any ups and downs, "What's the matter?"

"Should these memorials be handed over to the Ministry of Education first?"

"No, I will review it myself." Zhao Yin indifferently spread out a notebook, dipped in the ink that was almost dry in the inkstone, and started to write on the memorial.

The little eunuch looked at the young emperor hesitantly, hesitated for a while, and then said weakly: "Your Majesty..."

Zhao Yin looked up at him blankly, "What are you doing?"

"The minister of the Ministry of Rites came to ask..." The little eunuch swallowed, and said intermittently, "The emperor's watching the draft girl this afternoon... let's stop for now, shall we?"

"Stop." The pen in Zhao Yin's hand paused, and then he continued to critique papers while calmly saying, "There is no need to do it in the future, let him prepare for Prime Minister Helan's funeral."

The handsome little eunuch frowned, twisted his sleeves in embarrassment and said, "You don't want to choose a concubine..."

"I won't choose." Zhao Yin answered the little eunuch's question without raising his head, "According to my order, Prime Minister He Lan died in the line of duty, and ordered the Ministry of Rites to quickly pick an auspicious day to bury He Lanzhi."

"But your majesty, Lord Helan doesn't have a body, so how can he bury it?"

Meeting this little eunuch who didn't know much and wanted to ask, Zhao Yin had no choice but to sigh softly, "Set up a tomb of clothes. If you don't understand, pass an order to ask the people in the Ministry of Rites. I'm going to criticize the paper, you can step back. "

Seeing the tired look on the young emperor's face, the little eunuch didn't dare to ask any more questions, and obediently followed Zhao Yin's order and ran to the Ministry of Rites to deliver the order.By the way, I also cleared up my doubts about not knowing what the Clothes Tomb is.

"Clothing tombs are burials where the deceased's clothes and crowns are replaced by the body. This is a burial because the body of the deceased has not been found or was buried in another place." An official from the Ministry of Rites told him quietly.

The suddenly enlightened little eunuch bowed gratefully to the other party, "Thank you, my lord, for clarifying the confusion. Then, please, my lord and Lord Shangshu, choose Huang Daoji for the prime minister to bury as soon as possible. Your Majesty... seems not to want to delay too long."

"Thank you, Eunuch, for passing on the decree." The Minister of Rites stepped forward and bowed down together with his subordinates, respectfully sending the little eunuch off, "Eunuch, please go slowly."

After receiving the imperial decree of yellow silk, in order to set up a tomb for He Lanzhi, the Ministry of Rites sent people to Helan Mansion to collect some clothes and accessories that He Lanzhi had worn close to his body.After talking for a long time, the maidservants of Helan Mansion reluctantly handed over their clothes, tears still falling down, causing some officials of the Ministry of Rites to feel pity, and couldn't help but comfort them a little more. In other words, take advantage of the opportunity to invite these unqualified servants of the prime minister's mansion to attend the prime minister's funeral.

Three days later, in the cemetery in the suburbs of Beijing, the young emperor, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, came to mourn the passing of Prime Minister He Lan in person.

The civil and military officials bowed silently to the monument, quietly listening to the eulogy read and written by the king of the country for Prime Minister He Lan, with sadness in their drooping eyebrows and eyes.

After the emperor calmly read the eulogy, the coffin containing Helan's clothes was carried into the dug tomb, and thick soil was piled up to cover the coffin one by one, burying it in permanent darkness.

Watching Lord Helan's clothes being buried quietly, the servants who were kneeling on one side had long forgotten to wipe away the tears streaming down their cheeks.In the silent cemetery, I don't know who cried the first cry, and then gradually, sobs resounded throughout the cemetery one after another.

As for the young emperor with drooping black hair, he showed no expression from the beginning to the end.