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"Grand Elder, we have long been enemies with the imperial court, so what if they know that King Han was made by our Pifulou?" The ghost-faced man raised his head and looked at the elder with empty eyes. Shall we do it?"

"Hmph." The Great Elder grinned coldly, and said, "Zhu Di is more cold-blooded and ruthless than his father. Do you think he won't attack us without evidence? Does the imperial court need a reason to kill you?"

This guy sees it thoroughly. Indeed, the imperial court doesn't need a reason to move you!

The grimace stood up abruptly, and said anxiously: "But... this is to elevate our status in the world..."

"Without your life, how can you enjoy your status?" The Great Elder directly interrupted Grimace Man's words.

"But..." The Grimace Man still wanted to argue.

"Okay, arrange for someone to erase all traces of you staying in Jiading. Anyone who knows about our Pifflou's involvement in this matter must be clear." The elder tapped Grimacing Man's shoulder lightly with the fan in his hand. , Sen Leng said: "This is the meaning of the landlord, all you have to do is obey, understand?"

Just such a sentence, the ghost-faced man immediately began to tremble all over. It seems that the host has an indelible memory in the ghost-faced man's heart.

The Great Elder nodded and said, "Okay, let's go down and make arrangements."

"Yes, Great Elder!" The ghost-faced man replied respectfully, and exited the small building.

The Great Elder walked to the balcony on the second floor, looked at the dark cloud floating in the sky outside the window, and whispered, "Qi Yuan, that's all I can help you with!"

Chapter 565 Worship

On October [-]th of the sixth year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty, it is suitable for sacrifice and burial.

Today has been seven days since Han Wang Zhu Song was assassinated and died. During these seven days, Zhu Song's "body" was not sent to Han Wang's Mansion in Nanjing City, but there were successively officials from Ming Dynasty who announced the political envoys. Come to the residence of the King of Han in Jiading City to pay homage.

Today seems to be a special time for this temporary Hanwang Mansion. The people in the mansion also started to arrange it in the early morning, and they didn't stop until Maoshi.

Now it is the third quarter of the hour, and today, as usual, civil and military ministers from the foreign ministers have already come to pay respects, and apart from the people of Jiading City, the people of other prefectures are also all around their waists. White cloth towels were tied between them, forming a long line from the east to the west of the city.

These people all came spontaneously, no one organized it, and every one of them was deeply saddened.

Wearing white mourning clothes, a group of young people who sat down and came on horses entered from the east gate of Jiading, but before they reached the street where Zhu Song lived, they could only get off their horses, because there was already a crowd in front of them. Can no longer ride horses, has been blocked by the people.

Apart from Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Zhanji, and Zhu Song's own son Zhu Xuankun, the people who came to Jiading City this time were Zhu Youxuan, Zhu Xunxiu, Zhu Mengcan, and Zhu Yuexiu. They represented the older generation of princes. Eight hundred miles in a hurry, come to Jiading City to worship Zhu Song.

Although the long line had no intention of obstructing the traffic of Jiading City, its length continued to increase.

"Here, how come there are so many people? If I remember correctly, there shouldn't be so many people in Jiading City, right?" Zhu Youxuan led the horse and looked at the ordinary people on the street with a full face. It's the color of astonishment.

"These common people should come to pay homage to Uncle Song, right?" Zhu Gaosui's expression of astonishment was not much lower than that of Zhu Youxuan. He looked at the crowds in the street and sighed, "Looking at my Central Plains In history, in all dynasties and dynasties, how many princes have passed away who can be seen off by thousands of people? Uncle Song Huang, it is unprecedented!"

"That's enough, that's enough, don't talk about anything else!" Zhu Mengcan patted the horse's back and said, "The Fourth Emperor probably didn't lie to us, and if we can see Uncle Songhuang later, we must ask what's going on !"

Coming out of Kunning Palace, Zhu Gaosui didn't go back to his mansion, but went to meet at the agreed mansion of King Han. In the mansion, Zhu Gaosui and the others told the group of little fellows all that Wansui had told them.

"Then let's go!" Among the group of little guys, Zhu Xuankun was the most anxious. If he had wings, he would fly to Jiading City even if he was afraid of being exhausted.

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Lin is the Palace of the King of Han. The gate of the mansion is wide open at this moment. A long white handle has been hung on the huge door lintel. The white Huangquan flower in the middle is particularly conspicuous. Solemn, looking at anyone is like looking at the enemy.

"Third brother, third brother, the little highness is here!" At this moment, a personal guard saw a small figure from a distance, and it was flying towards this side, and hurried to the door. Welcome and send Huang San to report.

"Your Majesty?" Huang San, who was offering his hands to others, couldn't turn his head, "Are you dazed?"

Before the royal guards could answer, a childish and anxious voice sounded: "Third Uncle, Third Uncle, where are my father and mother?"

"Your Highness, why are you here?" Seeing Zhu Xuankun, Huang San was still a little dazed.

"Forget it, forget it, I'll go in by myself." Seeing Huang San in a daze, Zhu Xuankun directly left such a sentence, and rushed straight into the mansion.

Huang San finally came back to his senses, and shouted at Zhu Song's back: "The princess is guarding the spirit in the mourning hall."

"General Huang, long time no see!" Just as Huang San turned his head, Zhu Youxuan and the others also arrived at the gate of the mansion and greeted him, "For Uncle Songhuang's safety, you have really worked hard these days. "

"His Royal Highness King Zhao..." Seeing this group of young princes and county kings, Huang San was startled at first, and then hurriedly saluted.

"Okay, okay, some customary etiquette can be avoided." Zhu Gaosui waved his hand and said, "The mourning hall is in the mansion?"

"Yes!" Huang San nodded, "You, and His Royal Highness Zhuwei County, why did you come to Jiading City?"

"After such a big event, can I not come?" Zhu Youxuan's expression remained undiminished, "If it wasn't for..."

"There are ears." Zhu Gaosui gave Zhu Youan a hand, looked around, and said, "The walls have ears!"

Right now, there are many people outside the gate of the mansion, servants of civil and military officials in various prefectures, common people in various prefectures, and businessmen walking through the streets and alleys.

"Yes." Zhu Youxuan came back to his senses, nodded to Huang San and said, "General Huang, then we will go in first."

"My lords, please!" Huang San stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation. After Zhu Mengcan and others entered, he seemed to remember something and nodded to the guards of Yihan Palace.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao of Ming Dynasty is here!"

"The Duke of Xiangfu of the Great Ming Dynasty has arrived..."

The guards, who were wearing white mourning clothes and had white cloths sewn on the shoes and covered the uppers, saw their boss winking at him, and shouted loudly.

After entering the courtyard, the guards of King Han's Mansion had long been waiting there, distributing long incense to everyone.

As the saying goes, do a complete set of details. After Zhu Gaosui and others entered the mansion, they took the stick of incense handed over by the guard, lifted up the mourning clothes on their bodies, and strode towards the mourning hall. .

The mourning hall is arranged in the main hall of the temporary Hanwang Mansion. The main hall is facing the gate, and there is a wooden tablet called "God Master". The first husband Han Wang Zhu Songfujun's God Lord'; side writes that Daming Hongwu was born on May 13rd in the 23th year and died on the [-]th day of October in the sixth year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty.

Behind the tablet of the Lord God, that is, in the middle of the mourning hall, there is a huge coffin. Although I don't know how much it weighs inside, but judging by its size, it is as much as four layers. You must know that the four layers are regulated by the emperor. If this is not bestowed by Zhu Di, then it can only be said that Zhu Song has overstepped his control, and he is waiting to be dug up and smashed into ashes!

In addition to these, on both sides of the coffin, there is a paper-bound golden boy and jade girl, with gold and silver hanging on their bodies, and there is no lack of five animals, three animals, melons, fruits, snacks, and incense burners in front of the coffin.

At this moment, Zhu Xuankun, who came in first, had already put on his filial piety and knelt beside Xu Miaojin.

"When a guest arrives, burn the paper and offer incense!"

It was Mu Su who was in charge of the mourning hall. Seeing Zhu Gaosui and others coming in, although he felt strange in his heart, he ordered people to light the long incense sticks in everyone's hands, and then shouted loudly.

Although Zhu Gaosui wanted to see Zhu Song very much now, but thinking of what his father said to him, they had to be patient, at least to finish everything on the surface.

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaosui nodded to his uncles and brothers who were following him, raised the long incense stick to the center of his eyebrows, and said in his mouth: "Nephew Zhu Gaosui, Zhu Mengcan, Zhu Yuexiu... present incense to Uncle Songhuang! "

"Regard the incense and close it!" Mu Su followed the current royal etiquette, and after the little ones finished offering incense, he continued: "Since my nephew should kowtow, come and prepare the futon! Kowtow!"

For these little guys, kowtowing is nothing. Anyway, Uncle Song Huang was not really assassinated to death. Presumably the quadruple coffins in front of them were empty, so kowtowing was just kowtowing.

"Two kowtows...four kowtows, after the ceremony, relatives thank you!"

There were four loud kowtows from one person, and every little guy's face was full of gloomy expressions, even Zhu Zhanji's face showed sadness. They really looked like Zhu Song had died.

"Auntie, Brother Kun, please mourn!" After the worship, Zhu Gaosui and other little guys came to kneel and sit on the side, and Xu Miaojin and Zhu Xuankun, who were also dressed in mourning clothes, were beside them, persuading them in a heavy tone.