Ming said calmly without saying anything.

Ming Zhengyuan was cold to him, that was sixty or seventy years ago.

Ever since he showed his cultivation, Ming Zhengyuan has been working hard to repair the rift in the relationship with him. Although it is purposeful, a gentleman does not care about his heart, and Ming Zhengyuan has indeed done a good job in these years.

In the hearts of Mingxuan, Changfeng and others, he has always been a kind elder.

In the hearts of the people of Daliang, he is also a wise king.

"Yeah, hehe, with your words, my whole life...is worth it."

Ming Zhengyuan smiled and slowly closed his eyes.

Without saying a word, I could feel the other person's pulse getting slower and slower until it stopped.

A golden light emitted from his hand.

The Mark of Reincarnation was cast and planted on Ming Zhengyuan's body.

"I hope you and I can see each other again, even though you probably won't remember me at that time." Ming Wuyan thought to himself.

"Your Majesty!" After noticing that Ming Zhengyuan's aura had dissipated, Ying Lao let out a puff and knelt down on the ground, wailing loudly.

They have been kings and ministers for nearly a hundred years.

The relationship is so deep that it cannot be summed up simply by the words monarch and minister.

To a certain extent, Ying Lao is more like Ming Zhengyuan's relative than they are.

"Xuan'er, go down and make preparations to bury your father in the imperial mausoleum."

Ming Wuyan sighed.

"His Majesty said before his death that there is no need for a grand burial after his death, which would waste people and money, and just keep everything simple." Mr. Ying said with tears.

"Since it is my father's will, I should obey it."

Ming Wuyan patted Ying Lao on the shoulder, sent a burst of infuriating energy to prevent the other party from being too sad, and followed Ming Zheng away.

It's not impossible.

After all, Ying Lao is older than Ming Zhengyuan, and his cultivation is still at the level of a grandmaster. On the one hand, he is too old and has exhausted his potential. On the other hand, he has traveled around the world with Ming Zhengyuan in these years and has not practiced much.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Ying Lao said.

"Father passed away peacefully and left no regrets in his life. There is no need for Mr. Ying to be too sad." Ming silently comforted him.

soon.

Ming Zhengyuan's funeral arrangements began.

On the day of the burial, although it was not deliberately grand, many old people spontaneously came to the imperial mausoleum to pay their respects.

Most of these people are retired ministers, and they have all been with Ming Zhengyuan.

"I'll be waiting to see you off your Majesty!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty..."

After Ming Zhengyuan was buried, Mingxuan issued an edict that the whole country mourned for three days. During this period, no marriage was allowed, no entertainment was allowed, and all civil and military officials were required to be simple in food, clothing, housing and transportation.

Wutongyuan, inside Yanfu.

Ming Buyan wears white clothes and is also keeping filial piety for Ming Zhengyuan.

After all, father and son are related.

Behind him, the three girls Peony, Rose, and Narcissus also dressed up in the same way. They seemed to have noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere. Even Xiaoqing and Xiaobai changed their ways, trying not to make any noise, and lay quietly on the ground without moving.

suddenly.

Ming Wuyan seemed to sense something and looked outside the capital with a cold look in his eyes, "I hope you won't mess with me when you come to the capital at this time."
Chapter completed!