"Are you really for the Qing Dynasty?"

The old man firmly disagreed with the Jingling maintenance project because he knew that Guizi Liujue had no good intentions and if he really agreed to open Jingling, the holy ancestor's bedside table could be moved by this guy.

"Brother, you don't want this list to be spread, right?"

Jia Liu took out the list of Tailing burial objects that were delivered to the old rich family last time and displayed them.

The old rich man frowned and said in a low voice: "I will send someone to follow up on this matter."

"Don't worry, brother, God knows and earth knows, you know and I know."

Jia Liu put the gun back on his waist and rubbed his chest again.

It is impossible not to distribute the things in Jingling to the old rich, but forget about it to others.

Once the outcome of the talks is reached, we can no longer delay in Chunhui Hall.

As the old man took his place, the process of mourning the Queen Mother began.

The civil and military officials in Beijing, including candidates for the imperial examination, Jinshi, tribute-bearers, officials, monks and Taoists, all wore plain clothes and knelt down in Changchun Garden on three levels inside and three outside.

The lama started the religious ceremony first, and then the monks and Taoists came on stage. Jia Liu felt like he was doing a large-scale water and land ceremony.

He and Ruxiu were kneeling on the side of the clan, and this time they learned the lesson well. Their knees were padded with a thick layer of cotton, so it didn't hurt no matter how long they knelt.

From a distance, I saw He Shen kneeling in a group of officials from the Six Ministries, with a very sad look on his face.

The sounds of various magical instruments took turns, almost deafening Jia Liu's ears.

It took about half an hour, and finally, under the shouts of salutes from the officials of the Ministry of Rites, the Queen Mother's coffin was carried onto the carriage by dozens of people.

At this moment, the crying in the Jiujing Sanshi Palace reached its peak.

Even the old rich man was crying loudly in the crowd. It was not clear whether he had tears or not, but he looked like he was doing enough.

Ruxiu cried very sadly, which was true at all.

Before leaving the palace, the Queen Mother often called her into the palace to accompany her, and her current husband was also appointed by the Queen Mother.

How can you not have some feelings for the Queen Mother?

After crying for a while, when Ruxiu wiped it with a handkerchief, she found that the husband beside her not only did not cry, but was staring straight at the Empress Dowager Zi Gong.

"Hurry, put your head down,"

Ruxiu was afraid that the imperial censor would impeach her husband for misbehaving, so she quickly grabbed her husband and complained: "Why don't you cry?"

Jia Liu made an ouch and lowered his head, pretending to howl along with Ruxiu, but in reality he was thinking that if the Queen Mother's coffin was sold to the foreign devils, she would probably get a lot of money out of it.

cry?

The person who died was not his own mother, so howling in despair.

"Awake!"

Following the voice of the official of the Ministry of Rites, the twelfth prince, who was supporting the spirit on behalf of Lao Tzu, quickly stood up. After another complicated procedure, the next emperor whom the old rich man had wholeheartedly recommended finally escorted his grandmother’s coffin out of the capital and into the burial place on behalf of his mother.

Mausoleum.

Outside the Nine Classics and Three Halls, there are many long white flags standing there. When viewed from a high altitude, they look like a white ocean.

The moment the hearse started, the woman who had gone through three dynasties had finally finished her life.

Although Jia Liu didn't shed tears for this woman, he thought that this woman had found him such a good wife as Ruxiu, so he couldn't help but send his blessing: "Good luck to the Queen Mother."

My elder brother-in-law, Chunying, had to accompany her twelfth elder brother to Tailing, so she didn't bother to say a few words to her brother-in-law.

Lao Fu, the foreman of the military aircraft, did not need to go to Tailing. The Manchu military aircraft Suolin and the Han military aircraft Yuan Shoudong went to represent the military aircraft department.

The clan and ministers who need to follow Ling's own personnel will set off, while those who don't need to go will return to the capital separately.

Jia Liu was also about to go back with Ruxiu, but Lao A, the Minister of Civil Affairs, appeared out of nowhere, and with a look, he asked his consort to send Gege away.

"What's up?"

"Sir, do you know that the late emperor had a legacy?"

"Posthumous edict?"

Jia Liu looked puzzled.

Asiha whispered that during the palace turmoil, a guard found the late emperor's edict from the Queen Mother's palace, which was to abolish the current emperor's position as crown prince and to establish the fifth son of the emperor, Hong Zhou, as crown prince.

Jia Liu looked shocked: "Is the imperial edict true?"

"Really, Yu Zhongtang and Prince Jian confirmed that it was the handwriting of the late emperor. Many people had seen it at that time. However, the whereabouts of this edict has been unknown since the palace turmoil. I suspect that this edict is in the hands of Fu Zhongtang..."

Lao Ah was really attentive and reminded his consort to contact Fulehun about his troop deployment to Beijing to make a reasonable guess. If Fulehun really wanted to make Dong Zhuo, then this late emperor's edict would be his fatal magic weapon to dethrone the emperor.

"I understand, you can't say anything about this."

Jia Liu signaled Asiha to go back to work, thinking that the old rich man could not use the edict as an excuse, because it would deny the legal principle of Lao Twelve's succession.

The prerequisite for a son to inherit his father's legacy is that his father's legacy must be there.

So, don't worry.

But this edict must be destroyed quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it falls into the wrong hands.

After thinking about it, he went directly to the old rich man. When no one was paying attention, he quietly walked up to the old rich man and said in a low voice: "Brother, do you have the late emperor's edict in your hands?"

"What is the late emperor's edict?"

The old rich man was startled for a moment, and as Jia Liu expected, he immediately denied the existence of the edict. However, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and he subconsciously glanced at the Queen Mother's hearse as she walked away.

"Brother, don't you know?"

Jia Liu was also stunned for a moment, frowning slightly, "Some people say that during the palace chaos, the late emperor's edict was found in the Queen Mother's Palace, and the content is not good for the emperor. If it is true, eldest brother must find it and destroy it."

"That's absolutely not the case!"

The old rich man's confident look made Jia Liu almost think that this was his Amma.

If not, then there is none.

Jia Liu was too lazy to talk to the old rich man. After leading people out of Changchun Garden, he ordered Baozhu to go to Tailing.

"Tell Queenie that after the Queen Mother's burial is completed, you can secretly go in and see if there is any edict from the late emperor in the Queen Mother's coffin. If there is, take it out. This edict may still be of use."

After a pause, he told Queenie that after he went to Baoding and took office, he would find a way to deliver this edict to Hejun Prince Mianlun, who was Hongzhou's grandson.

"Your Excellency, what if the edict is not in the Queen Mother's coffin?"

"Not there?"

Jia Liu waved his hand and said, "Then let the late emperor get up and ask him to work hard before writing another one."

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