The funeral

Jinyi directed Yang Yu to ride a horse and wear a sword, and led a team of guards to lead the way. There were sedan chairs behind them, carried by eight small eunuchs. Hufan ran quickly. When he arrived in front of the Meridian Gate, he changed into several great generals. Because the eunuchs could not carry sedan chairs out of the palace, this was like a relay race, and the coupe ran faster. He left the palace gate and headed straight for the Leopard Garden.

Liu Jin sat in the sedan chair, and was filled with joy. He was so dizzy along the way that he drank four taels of soybean wine. He didn't know what thoughts he had in his mind: the most difficult to defeat and the most terrible opponent died like this. He was a little worried about his work, but now looking at the government and the country, who else is my opponent? Hahaha, he is in power, and he is the first person in the dynasty, who else can I do this?

I have to take time to go to the temple to worship tomorrow! Liu Jin made a secret decision.

The sedan chair entered the leopard garden and arrived at the door of the mansion where Emperor Zhengde was used to living. As soon as Liu Jin came out, he met Luo Xiang. Luo Xiang was sniffing around Zhengde's house like a hunting dog. When he saw Liu Jin meet his relatives, he immediately stepped forward and bowed to the ground and said with a sad face: "Luo Xiang has seen Eunuch Liu, my father-in-law, I am wronged. My father-in-law knows me. I have never stopped my filial piety to my father-in-law. Now that I end up like this, will my father-in-law bear it?

Since I became the ambassador of this enema, the eunuchs who were under my management in the past have been laughing at me behind my back. Originally, I had a chance to see the emperor a few days ago, but now the emperor has changed his taste and doesn’t like eating enema. I can only squat in the doorman every day, bask in the sun and grab fleas, which is even worse than entering the cold palace, wuwuwuwu…….”

Liu Jin smiled like a chrysanthemum, with red face, energetic and amiable look.

He shook his robe and shook Luo Xiang's hands holding the robe's collar. He smiled and said, "What's the hurry? Didn't our family agree to help you? Wait for two more days, not only will I want you to be reinstated, but I will also be promoted to the third rank in a row, hahahaha."

"Ah? Are you still waiting?"

Luo Xiang looked sad and said, "It will take a few more days. My father-in-law, I am yours. I am so down and out. You don't look good on your face, right?"

"Okay, okay, don't complain anymore. This time, you will definitely not be wrong again. Within two days, you will definitely be glorious and in power."

Liu Jin and Xu finished, lowered their voices and asked, "Is the emperor in the room?"

"Here," Luo Xiang curled his lips: "I'm painting a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water with Miss Tang. It is said that after drawing the pattern, it should be embroidered on auspicious clothes. If the dragon and phoenix are not embroidered during the wedding, it should be embroidered by mandarin ducks."

"Miss Tang is here too?" Liu Jin was about to enter the door, but when he heard this, he stopped and his eyes turned. He waved and said, "Get up, hurry up, help me take off my robe."

Luo Xiang was inexplicably, but he still stood up as he said. He helped Liu Jin take off his python robe and wear it. Liu Jin also messed up his hair, wearing a white robe, with his hair disheveled, and looked like a ghost. He said to Luo Xiang in a divine manner: "Take my robe and go back to your place first. If I don't look for you, don't come out, go."

Luo Xiang agreed, took two steps in his robe and turned around and said, "Father-in-law, you have promised me, but it's only two days."

"Go and go, maybe it won't take two days, it's just fast but not slow. Don't talk too much."

He sent the enema ambassador away. Liu Jin stood in front of the door and slowly brewed. Until two clear snot slowly flowed to his lips, the smile patterns on his face drooped down. Then he lowered his eyebrows, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, and let out a dry howl: "Master, something is not good."

Zhengde held Tang Yixian's little hand, and the two of them were drawing a mandarin duck. He suddenly heard a scream outside the door. Zhengde couldn't hear someone coming. He was stunned and said, "Who is this? It's so noisy outside my door, go and see."

Two small yellow doors opened the door, and a white shadow rolled in and snatched in, rushed to Zhengde's feet, hugged his thighs, and cried with tears on his face, "Master, big things are not good! Big things are not good!"

Zhengde looked closely and then recognized that the twisted and deformed old face was Liu Jin. This scared him: "This...this...this...this...this...this...this, what's wrong? What's the matter in the palace?"

It’s not that the Empress Dowager died, right? The Empress Dowager has been in poor health these days. Zhengde has also returned to the palace to visit him several times. After Tang Yixian’s advice, he stayed in the Empress Dowager for several nights.

The little queen who lived alone in spring boudoir and was willing to live for two days when she saw that the emperor was willing to come back to live for two days. She was flattered and gentle and respectful as a little rabbit. She never dared to act as a queen again. She was no longer as dull and ignorant about the interests between men and women. It was probably because her mother taught her daughter by example and thought about her.

Zhengde picked up Liu Jin and shouted: "What happened? You said, is it the palace..............."

Tang Yixian looked down on Liu Jin's moral character. She frowned slightly, left her position, walked around to the side grindingly, gently grinding the ink, and glanced at him at the corner of her eyes, seeing what tricks this guy was playing.

Liu Jin was like a deceased man and said, "Emperor, Lord Yang Ling, from Shu to Qin, when he passed Jiguan Cliff, the cliff suddenly collapsed, and the imperial envoy... was buried alive under the cliff, and no living mouth was found..."

With a "click", Liu Jin looked up and saw that the inkstone in Tang Yixian's hand had fallen to the ground, and the ink was dyed with ink on his slender and white fingers, his face turned pale, and his body was shaking, as if he could no longer support him.

Another "puff" sound, Liu Jin turned his head and looked back, and saw Zhengde's sleeves hanging down, his eyes straightened, and he fell on the chair, his eyes straightened, his waist, back, and his neck were stiff and motionless, and his cheeks twitched.

Liu Jin looked at the Empress, then the Emperor, and suddenly screamed again: "Come here, call the Imperial Doctor!"

The Leopard Garden became lively again, and three official sedans were carried in one after another. Three Grand Secretary of the Cabinet arrived urgently. After only two cups of tea in the Leopard Garden, the postman who reported the news and the personal follower sent by Zhu Rangxu to the capital were like stars surround the moon, surrounded by a group of Jinyiwei.

Zhengde was young and suddenly became confused. He was stunned when he was there. The three Grand Secretary arrived and asked in detail. He didn't know what to do, and he knew that Yang Ling was crushed to death by the mountain.

He asked the three of them to ask Liu Jin. Liu Jin only knew how big the mountain collapsed and how deep the soil and rocks were buried. After three days of searching, he found no living person. After repeated questioning, he confirmed that Yang Ling was dead and could not die anymore. Then he happily saw Zhengde coming, and he didn't know what happened next.

The three great scholars looked at Dandan. After they asked in detail, the prince's personal follower was trembling and repeated the situation and emotions he knew.

I heard that half of the mountain had collapsed, and all 2,000 officers and soldiers were killed by rocks and buried under it. The accumulated soil was like a small hill, and everyone's faces were as clear as earth, and they no longer had a glimmer of hope.

Jiao Fang's old face twitched, and his hands were trembling like cramps in his sleeves: "It's over, Lord Yang is really dead. Even if he has nine lives, he will die this time.

The imperial envoy was driving in the center of the army and was buried in the deepest place... It was the third day when the guard went to Beijing. It had just rained heavily on the first day. Even if he was a guitar, there were some gaps under the stones, and the heavy rain poured down, gravel and soil on the cliff kept rushing down, filling all the gaps. This is Lord Tianjueyang!"

Yang Tinghe walked through that road and knew the landform of Jiguanling. He frowned and pondered for a while. He said slowly: "Your Majesty, Jiguan Cliff is indeed extremely dangerous. The huge cliff came out of the sky and stretched for several miles. Looking up, it looked like Jiguan Cliff, with a jagged cliff, covering the post road under the cliff. The ground can still not be wet during heavy rain. If this cliff collapses, it will be absolutely physiological.

But this cliff has been around for tens of millions of years. The huge rocks are very strong and will not fall even if they are scattered. If the rocks are pineal due to the wind and sun, it should be reasonable to only one or two collapses. The entire cliff is broken and falls all of them. Unless a dragon turns over and causes a strong vibration, it is too strange."

Emperor Zhengde shook his head and nodded again, not knowing whether he could hear it.

The prince's guard swallowed and said arduously: "What the lord said is that the prince organized people to carry stones to rescue the danger, wanting to see if any survivors escaped into the nearby forest. But he found that there was a place where someone had just lived in a mountain ridge. Judging from the number of shacks and stove pits, there were about four or five hundred people. In addition, he found that rocks splashed far across the other side of the stream under the cliff and smashed into the opposite forest. If the cliff itself shattered, there shouldn't be stones flying out so far. So... the prince thought that someone deliberately set up an ambush to kill the imperial envoy. The cliff collapsed, and it was probably because of explosives."

Li Dongyang asked with a serious expression: "No traces of fighting or dead bodies or blood were found at the scene?"

The prince's guard shook his head, and Li Dongyang shook his head and sighed: "The evil man has a careful plan, and he is determined to win. He uses gunpowder to blow up the cliff and ignite the lead line. Three or two people are enough. If there are too many people, it is easy to be discovered. The evil man insists on setting up hundreds of assassins, and his intention is to worry that someone will escape from his life. The ambush is to kill all the ambushers.

There were no dead bodies, bloodstains and traces of fighting at the scene. It seemed that the collapse of the cliff had already wiped out the entire army. Since the prince's men arrived on the evening of the second day, the criminals had already fled far away. Who is this person who hates Lord Yang so much, can use so many soldiers and horses, and has a lot of gunpowder?"

"Mr. Yang is in Sichuan. The enemy he is most likely to have is Duzhangman. The Duzhangman is a nation living on the cliff and is best at climbing and climbing. However......Their rebellion has been quelled, and even if there are fleeing people, it will be possible to gather thirty or fifty people to avenge, hundreds of people... Can they do it? Besides, can those barbarians get gunpowder? If this is the case, they should use it when attacking Duzhangman," Yang Tinghedao thought and analyzed slowly.

"Well, our family doesn't think so," Liu Jinqing coughed and said, "This...... We have heard a story about reducing stoves and increasing troops. The shacks and stove pits can be faked. As for gunpowder, the barbarians can even get gold bricks. If they think there are fewer people in the land, it is not impossible to deal with adults, it is not impossible to spend a lot of money to buy gunpowder privately. So, our family thinks..."

He sat there in a daze and sighed leisurely, and Liu Jin immediately shut up.

Zhengde said in an empty voice: "Yang Shidu is gone..."

Liu Jin hurriedly replied: "It's the land, the emperor, the emperor is mourning."

Zhengde continued without answering, "I am very sad, are you sad?"

Several ministers looked at each other and nodded in one after another, "Sad, I'm so sad."

Zhengde waved his sleeves and said, "Sad? What are you still quarrels about here? I was upset. Yang Qing went, what should I do? But you are talking about barbarians, gunpowder, and..."

He suddenly woke up from his senses when he said this, jumped up from the chair, slapped the table with a "bang", and roared: "It's not a natural disaster? Ah? Did someone deliberately murder Yang Qing? Who did it? Who did it? Who did it? He caught him out. Copy his whole family, destroy his nine clans, dismembered the five horses, and executed Lingchi! Liu Jin, take me with the East Factory, and the people from the Nei Factory immediately go to Sichuan to arrest the murderer, and pay tribute to my beloved minister."

Liu Jin saw that Zhengde was a little crazy and dared not refuse to agree, but he was really unwilling to go, so he couldn't help but complain in his heart: "How long does it take to go to Sichuan just by just leaving? I have to arrest the evil spirit. I was about to take over the power of Yangling. If someone came for me, I couldn't send someone to climb the cliff and see clearly when I saw the mountain road, right? Then it would take several months for me to walk out of the mountains in Sichuan. How can I do this?"

He was anxious and hurriedly winked at the three great masters, hoping that someone would come forward to say something to him. Yang Tinghe, who had the most irrelevant relationship with him among the three, spoke first: "Master, the murderer must be arrested. The King of Shu and the Sichuan siege commander of the siege were arrested. If someone was sent from the capital, when the person arrived, I am afraid that all the evidence of the crimes would be destroyed and the criminals would have escaped long ago.

The King of Shu has always been smart and capable, so it would be enough to have the King of Shu to take charge of this matter, and it would be fine if Eunuch Liu didn’t go. We are not in Beijing to do nothing. Lord Yang is the emperor’s official and bears many important tasks for the court. When Lord Yang goes, these aftermath matters need to be handled in time."

When Liu Jin heard this, he felt relieved and hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, with the Prince of Shu, the murderer will definitely not escape the French Open. There are many aftermaths in the capital. How can I leave the emperor?"

As he said, he looked at Yang Tinghe with gratitude, and suddenly felt that the beard was not that annoying. But he didn't know that Yang Tinghe was willing to speak for him because Yang Tinghe was from Sichuan. It would be enough to capture the murderer with the King of Shu. He really sent Liu Jin to Sichuan, leading the East Factory, and the inner factory had a lot of tiger-like monsters. He could not turn the Kingdom of Heavenly Mansion into the Underworld? How many people would it harm?

Zhengde asked in a daze: "What kind of aftermath?"

"This..." Liu Jin almost revealed his words "about the Nei Factory, Maritime Office", and quickly changed his words: "Mr. Yang was harmed by a slut and sacrificed his life for the country. He made many military achievements and was famous. The court should posthumously posthumously award and organize funerals to show the emperor's favor and love."

Li Dongyang suddenly felt something was wrong when he heard this. He was a first-class official. His body had not been found yet. He was just taking charge of the funeral. Wouldn't it be hasty? But when he thought that half of the mountain had collapsed, the periphery had not been cleaned up after three days. The huge stones were pressed into a mountain, carrying a wooden pry on his shoulders. He really wanted to find the bones, but it was a year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

After such a long time, the wind and rain were blowing, insects, dragons and snakes were sucked, and their clothes were rotten. Who could find out which one was the corpse of Yangling? If you intervene again, you will inevitably lose the kindness of the elders, so you swallowed it back when you say something.

Zhengde was confused and had no idea. After hearing this, he nodded like a puppet and said, "Okay! Then......... I will organize a funeral for Yang Qing, and I will give Yang Qing a grand funeral. I will immediately pass an order to order the chief, deputy chief of the Hanlin Academy, the two chief officials of the Censorate, as well as the six ministers and the main officials, to agree to the posthumous title for Yang Qing, and I will praise him."

He stood up and said, "You wait, all the ministers come and call me again, I will go and see an immortal."

Emperor Zhengde left with two little eunuchs. Liu Jin was sweating all over the place. He felt that his nose tube was bright and his cold seemed to have healed. He also went out to pass the imperial edict.

The three chief ministers of the cabinet sighed, silently found a seat to sit down, each with their own thoughts, worrying about the political situation and the future...

Zhengde's Qinxiao Zhulu was silent in the hut. The bamboo planted by the road was covered with yellow leaves, making a rustling sound in the breeze. It seemed desolate and lifeless.

Zhengde walked alone, and the two little eunuchs stopped behind from a distance, dared not speak. Zhengde walked into Zhulu lightly and saw that Tang Yixian had changed out of the scarlet clothes, wearing a mysterious dress and a mysterious trousers, with a white silk tied up on the waist, and was about to fold her waist, and she was lying on the table. She was sobbing in a sad and humble manner.

Zhengde walked over and saw a white silk on the table, which should have been torn open by Tang Yixian. Tang Yixian's tender white cheeks were stained with a string of crystal tears. Zhengde sighed slightly and gently stroked her hair. Tang Yixian Zhang suddenly stood up, threw himself into his arms, and cried bitterly.

Zhengde felt sad, and his eyes were bright: "Yixian. Don't be sad, I... I felt so uncomfortable when I heard this."

Tang Yixian cried and said, "I remembered the first time I met you, I remembered the military camp of Shenji Camp, and I remembered the reunion with you in Datong. I felt very sad. I thought you were both kings and ministers and brothers, and I... also have a brother who loves me and loves me. With you again, we will be together happily forever, but..."

Zhengde was sad and said hoarsely: "In my heart, Yang Qing is as kind as his father and brother. I also thought he could be with his king and ministers for a lifetime. Unexpectedly..., an immortal, don't be sad, and people cannot be resurrected after death. I can't worry about you. I came here to visit him and I will rush back later to handle the funeral for Yang Qing."

Tang Yixian left his arms, gently wiped away the tears, and whispered: "I'm not just sad, I'm still worried. I don't know what will happen to her sister after she knows the news."

"Sister Young Mother..." Zhengde opened his mouth, but could only speak out.

The two of them snuggled up, their hearts floating, thinking about the sweetness of the past, but now they were full of bitterness. After a few days, a small yellow gate stood at the door and said softly: "Your Majesty, all the ministers have arrived, so I respectfully ask the emperor to discuss matters."

"I understand," Zhengde wiped the corners of his eyes, got up and wanted to leave. When he saw the white silk on the table, he picked it up and wrapped it around his dragon robe. Tang Yixian was shocked and blurted out: "Your Majesty!"

"In front of you, I will always be Xiao Huang, Hou Zhao, your elder brother is my elder brother." Emperor Zhengde pursed his lips, tied the white silk tightly, and stepped out of the room.

Zhengde's mansion, the exaggerated and unremarkable house that integrates bedrooms, study rooms, conference halls and one, squeezes all the main officials in the current imperial court that controls the operation of the government. Everyone knows the news of Yang Ling's death. Whether it is really sad or happy, everyone has sadness and solemnity on their faces.

Emperor Zhengde entered the room and everyone was shocked when he saw the emperor wearing white silk. Liu Guan, the commander of the Left Commander of the Inspectorate, raised his eyebrows and wanted to go forward to advise: Is this unreasonable? The monarch and ministers, father and son, and the human ethics are great. How can the monarch and the ministers be filial to the ministers and the father and son be covered with hemp?

Yang Tinghe immediately glared at him with sharp eyes, his eyes were sharp and full of warning, and Liu Guan stopped unconsciously.

"It's really stupid. It's not a matter of time. The emperor is full of anger and has no place to go. Now he is getting angry and is in trouble. At the very least, he has to be dismissed from office and serve as the people." Yang Tinghe shook his sleeves. He touched nails many times and finally understood the willfulness and unconventional etiquette of the young emperor. Now that the power of the Qing sect is very weak, how can he suffer any more losses?

The specifications of the funeral place should be commensurate with his position. In this position, the meritorious ministers should generally have a position or title in their original position, and the posthumous title will be determined after the position is set, and then the funeral specifications will be studied.

Yang Ling was already a first-class marquis, and there was no other title. Everyone thought about giving the title of Ronglu Dafu or the third division and three dukes, and then defining the posthumous name. Unexpectedly, Emperor Zhengde had an idea. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was granted a title of Duke, which scared everyone to his mind.

Except for the founding of the Ming Dynasty, six kings of different surnames and dozens of dukes, no matter how great the ministers of later generations have made, they have no dukes. No matter how great their contributions are, they are, they are not as great as those of the founding heroes, right? So although there is no rule that they cannot be granted a king or a duke, there has never been a minister who has given this position, and no one dares to expect this honor.

Although Yangling drove the Tatars in the north, pacified the Japanese pirates in the east, surrendered to Folangji in the south, and quelled the Duzhan barbarians who had been rebelling for a hundred years in Sichuan. He was powerful in the vassal states of the Ming Dynasty, but the title of Duke was too grand. For a moment, the ministers blushed and knelt on the ground and kowtowed loudly, and they tried to persuade the emperor to take back his fate.

Zhengde glanced at them coldly and said lightly: "Isn't Yang Qing's merit even posthumously named a Duke? Must have the merits of expanding territory? Does it count for the loss of the sect and the loss of the sect? Do you count for dozens of islands in the East China Sea, thousands of miles of sea areas have been abandoned for a hundred years and become a pirate's nest. Is it count for now to return to the Ming Dynasty? Du Zhangman has always been a country in the country, and has not been ordered. Is it count for now to change the land and return to the current? What absurdity? I still want to be the king. What's the big deal? Don't bargain with me?"

The ministers persuaded each other, but Zhengde sneered and said nothing. However, Liu Jin was impatient for the first time.

Eunuch Liu is a practical person. He is posthumously named. What kind of official is afraid of? It’s useless to posthumously title him as an emperor. If everyone dies, it’s better to take charge of the county magistrate now, let alone the dead official? What’s the point of competing for these stupid things? Let’s solve all this matter quickly. People also need to study the local affairs of the Nei Factory and the Jiangnan Maritime Affairs Office. That’s either power or money.

Liu Jin glared, coughed, walked to the imperial case, and said loudly: "The emperor is wise. The old slave thinks that Lord Yang's merits are more than enough to be named a Duke. If it weren't for the military merits of his ancestors, it would be no problem for Lord Yang to be named a king. Besides, it would not be possible for the founding generation to be named a king. No matter how good the ministers of later generations can do such a contribution, right?"
To be continued...