Have a wedding first, then a funeral.

The front of the Zhongyong Palace beat gongs and gongs to send off the sedan chair, and the back of the foot of the mourning music sounded. The red silk and red lanterns were removed, the mourning hall was decorated and the white veil was replaced, and the funeral was held.

The guests who came to the banquet suppressed a gossipy heart, looked sad, and said goodbye one after another.

Duke Zheng looked at the white lanterns swaying gently in front of the royal palace and sighed solemnly, "The princess Zhongyong is too tough. What's the matter that is hard to discuss?"

The wife of the Duke of Zheng was a graceful lady, born in an aristocratic family, and she was in her fifties.

She wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief at the right time, "How can the Duke of the State know his mother's love for his daughter? For the sake of his lifelong stability, he can do everything."

Pei Hongyuan looked indifferent, took the mourning clothes handed over by Lu Xin, put them on slowly, and sorted them out slowly.

After tidying up his sleeves and tidying his belt, the mourning clothes that were not very shaped made him wear meticulously like court clothes.

Duke Zheng kept watching his movements and waiting for him to answer their words, but after Xiaoyi was finished, he didn't say a word. Instead, he began to ask how Lu Xin's mourning hall was arranged.

Duke Zheng took the airs of an elder and frowned, "The princess is your mother after all, and you should always care about her. How could you force her into a dead end?"

Pei Hongyuan seemed to have noticed Duke Zheng and turned to look at him, "Duke Zheng is talking to me?"

Duke Zheng didn't lift it up in one breath and almost passed away.

The couple sang together, but the prince didn't hear it at all?

He stroked his beard and said, "Natural."

Pei Hongyuan asked indifferently, "What are you going to say?"

Duke Zheng was frustrated again, and this kind of thing was a matter of focus on the atmosphere. Now I’m talking and acting again, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

He took a deep breath, I wasn't angry, I wasn't angry, what kind of royal cultivation can this prince who recognized him halfway through?

His waist was straight and straight, with the majesty and integrity of a royal family, and his words were very serious.

"Now King Zhongyong is not in the capital. I am your closest elder, the emperor's uncle in the four wards and the serious elder. I will say a few words to King Zhongyong, the princess is your legitimate mother, you should always give her the respect she deserves so as not to leave a bad reputation for being unfilial in the eyes of the world."

Pei Hongyuan looked at him lightly, "Old King Zheng made a big mistake, was demoted to the prince, and was removed from the royal family's jade certificate. Am I correct?"

The Duke of Zheng's hand twisting the bracelet froze. This was the pain in his heart and his reverse scale. No one mentioned it in the past few decades, and even the late emperor of Shanghe has rarely mentioned it.

Pei Hongyuan said this clearly! It was not implicit at all and did not cover up!

How can the royals say this?

His face was slightly dark, but he still maintained the demeanor of a royal family. "That's true, but the bloodlines are always connected. I can't say when the emperor will be kind to his father's lineage and return to the royal family."

Pei Hongyuan stared at him with his hands behind his back and asked, "Now, are you a clan relative?"

Duke Zheng was shocked. He was only halfway through, so how could he have such a strong aura?

One has risen and the other has deteriorated, and his momentum has weakened. "It's not yet, but this man has a title and an official position."

Pei Hongyuan was quite tall and looked down at Duke Zheng, "You have to understand that I recognize you as the emperor's uncle, you are. If I don't recognize you, you are nothing. What does the title and official status have to do with me?"

The Duke of Zheng was blocked and could not say a word. At this time, he realized that his nobleness and momentum were much better than other people in the royal family.

"There is still funeral in the mansion, so Duke of Zheng walked slowly."

Pei Hongyuan stopped looking at him and turned around and left.

As he walked into the gate of the royal palace, the gate of red painted copper nails slowly closed.

Outside the royal palace, only the Duke of Zheng and his wife were left.

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After the young man woke up and took his clothes, Chenxiang came in.

"Princess, the Duke of Zheng and his family are here. The old lady said that when you wake up, you will ask you to take the little prince and the princess over there."

Youzi yawned lazily, "They are really not picky. Shouldn't they be more formal when they visit the first time after returning to Beijing? They don't send a message to you or call him. Just come?"

Chenxiang helped her dress and said, "I heard from the old people in the mansion that they came like this before. They never followed the rules. Sometimes they came for lunch in the mansion."

Youzi shook his head, "Is he still calling himself a royal family? Don't the royal family respect the most rules?"

After packing up, I went to Xiaoqianyuan.

Not long after Yongqing returned from the martial arts training ground, he was bathing in the clean room. When he heard Youhua coming, he shouted inside, "Mother, come in, I'll tell you good news!"

The young man walked in.

Yongqing soaked in the bathtub, revealing her wet little head, and the water vapor was filled with big eyes, like two newly washed black grapes.

The two maids were helping him wash his hair, and he was shaking so hard that he was not honest at all.

Young man looked at him with a smile. This was the first time he saw him take a shower. His little chicken-like body was exposed, and he was so cute and tight.

"What good news is there? I'm saying it when I have to take a shower?"

Yongqing was stared at by her and didn't feel embarrassed at all. She leaned forward and lay on the edge of the bathtub. "The father said, the emperor and uncle have given me a title of prince, and the decree should be able to come in the afternoon."

Youzi knew about this. Xiao Fushan told her last night that the emperor tried every means to show his kindness to Xiao Fushan in the past two days, but he failed to break the bridge across the river, and he tried his best to make up for it.

She pretended not to know and said in surprise, "Then I want to congratulate you, Prince, Prince, sounds very imposing!"

Yongqing pointed his little head heavily, "I have already told the servants in the yard that I will call me the prince of the county in the future."

He turned to the maid beside him and said majesticly, "Give me a glass of orange juice for me."

The maid said blessedly, "Yes, the prince." She turned around and left the clean room.

Youhua laughed, "You can adapt to your identity very quickly."

Yongqing raised his head proudly, "My title is greater than that of the Duke. My father was a Duke before, so wouldn't I be even more powerful than my father? Of course, I can't lose my momentum."

Youhua smiled and said, "You are right." He did not explain to him that his father's momentum and confidence did not come from his title.

Yongqing stopped smiling and sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that the title given by the emperor's uncle is not very powerful. The title is just a piece of jade. I want to be a very powerful person, if it were Prince Wei."

Youzi pondered for a moment, "This word is not simple, Xuan, Bi is six inches too. How could such a big jade be simple?"

Yongqing widened his eyes, "It seems to be very powerful."

Youhua smiled and said, "Yes. A gentleman has jade, and his heart is also enlightened. Xuan means being open-minded. Is such a great hero powerful?"

"Majestic!" Yongqing's little regret in his heart was wiped out and he stood up from the bathtub excitedly, "Mr. Xuan, I am Mr. Xuan!"

Youhua smiled with a pursed lips, looking at him naked, and Xiao Ding Ding flashed.
Chapter completed!