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Chapter 4 Red Noodles

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    The next day it was bright, the clouds gradually dispersed at three o'clock in the morning, and the rain that had been lingering for more than a month suddenly ended.

    The world is cleansed, and there is the fragrance of new mud in the air.  It seems to be a good sign, and all the troubles should disappear.  Looking up at the dome, which is high and wide, the sound tower is still surprised that the sky is so blue, and the death knell of the Sixth Palace rang.

    Almost at the same time, a dozen eunuchs who had changed into mourning clothes entered the Fifth Qianxi Institute with edicts in hand.  The wind blew the low-hanging filial belts under their heads, and their rigid horse faces were like the impermanence begging for life in the Palace of Hell.  The leader stood in the courtyard and shouted in a male duck's voice: "Everyone, come out, there is a will."

    What this purpose is is self-evident.  Worried that someone would mess with Xi Ni, he raised his chin and the servants behind him dispersed and drove everyone out of the room.

    Unlike those of higher rank, lower-ranking concubines have independent bedrooms.  They usually share a house with several people, and the courtyards with east and west entrances and five entrances are full of people. From the first house to the fifth house, there are forty or fifty people in total.

    Yinlou followed everyone to the outside of the palace to wait for the order. He crouched on the ground while being pushed and shoved, and listened to the superiors on the steps, the ceremonial supervisor and the eunuch, read out the handwritten edict. The content was very simple and did not require too much explanation: "The Emperor Long Yu of Daxing has passed away. He must not have a son."  "If there is anything inappropriate, I will order everyone to die." That's it.

    Although I had anticipated such a fate, if I really had to die, I felt like I had fallen into a nightmare and I couldn't wake up.

    There were loud cries all around. Yinlou was kneeling, his legs were sore and weak, and he lay on the ground unable to get up.  Two days ago, I was still lucky, always thinking that the emperor was still young and had at least a few years to live.  Who knew how long it had just been before Yan Jia actually passed away.

    Her mind was filled with confusion, and she had no idea. She just knew that she had just turned sixteen, left home and went to Beijing to apply for the election, and was given the title of a talented person. She had not yet tasted the taste of being a queen, so she had to follow that.  The emperor, whom he had never met, died together.

    She is a delayed person. She doesn¡¯t feel great joy when happiness comes, and she doesn¡¯t know how to cry when sadness comes.  What was whistling in her ears was the sharp throat, and she only felt scared. She was so scared that her whole body trembled, her hands and feet were stiff, and the coldness penetrated and climbed through her limbs and penetrated straight into her heart.

    "Why are you crying? This is a happy event. It is the result of the good deeds of our ancestors. If you serve the late emperor, you will be given preferential treatment by the court. In the future, when the family receives a title, thinking of the kindness of the ladies will not be in vain.  ." The eunuch's nondescript explanation could not calm the panic in the crowd. No one took his words seriously, and he didn't care much either. He told Tusleeve, "Come here, wait for the ladies to change their clothes." Wrong  It¡¯s an auspicious time. No one can afford it.¡±

    The brand-new white cloth exuded a dying stench, and a group of people from the Shanggong Bureau rushed in outside the waist door, shaking their collars and unfolding the mourning clothes they had prepared long ago.  Most of the people were frightened away by the order and could barely stand up, let alone change their clothes.  Those rough hands and feet of the noble ministers came up to play with them. They took off the red and green robes on their bodies, took off the splendid hairpin rings on their heads, crossed their right lapels, tightened the belt around their waists, and one of them was ready.

    Yinlou was pushed around, and he barely managed to stand still and looked around. Everyone was unwilling. Every face was filled with pain and despair, but no one stood up to resist.  In this sad age, struggling is in vain, and you have to die after death.  If you go on the road generously, you can get shelter at home, but if you are not so willing, your sacrifice will be in vain in the end, and you will not get any benefits.

    So you have to die smiling?  She shuddered. She was originally hoping that her brother and nephew would come to Beijing to visit her, but now it was better. All she had to do was pay homage during the holidays.  It didn't matter that she was looking at the sea from across the mountain, she just raised her feet and walked over.  But will the souls of the victims be suppressed?  Perhaps sealed in a tomb, never to see the light of day.

    I don¡¯t know what happened to Li Meiren. She was not among the people listening to the order.  Because they didn't live in the same house, she never showed up after going to see Eunuch Yan, and Yinlou never saw her again.  Maybe they had a very happy conversation, but Li Meiren had already moved out of Qianxi Fifth House and lived in Eunuch Yan's place.  It sounds tragic to have to bow down under the power and cook for the eunuch, but she finally saved her life, and Yinlou was happy for her.

    "To die a well-fed ghost is like having a decapitated meal before going to the execution ground. This is the last bit of charity in the world."  The palace door was wide open, and a group of eunuchs came in, carrying a small kang table in pairs. A blanket was spread on the open space outside the palace, and the kang tables were arranged neatly, and they were invited to join the banquet and bid farewell to Yang.  Who can eat at a time like this?  Yinlou looked back and saw that Tongyun was still beside her. The palace maid didn't have to die. She could still help her onto the spring bench and wait for her to put her head into the rope loop.

    She looked at her, her lips moving, unable to say a word.

    Tongyun cried heartbreakingly, "MasterMaster"

    It was only now that she felt her nose was sore, she couldn't take her last words with her, and no matter how much she cared about her parents, it was just empty talk.  StillThere were six brothers and sisters in the family. When one of her died, the pain was gone for a while.

    "There are four to five taels of silver and a few pieces of jewelry in the cage. I can't use them anymore, so I'll give them all to you." After thinking about it, she still felt that she should say something, "Does this count as my death? Can I be reincarnated in the future?"  "

    Tongyun comforted her, "You are sacrificing your life. Lord Hell will be polite to you when he sees you." After saying this, she shed tears again, "I told you to think about it, but if you didn't listen, how about you end up in this situation?  "

    She doesn¡¯t want to die either. Being forced to hang herself is not fun.  If you want to be like Li Meiren, you have to find a way, at least if others like you.  She was born with weak luck in love affairs, and she had no influence on her. Even the eunuchs did not show kindness to her. Thinking about it, it was really a failure.

    That¡¯s it for now, there¡¯s nothing more to say.  She sat down and took a sip of the soup, but before she could swallow it, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony sang: "It's time, ladies, put down your chopsticks and move on!"

    Yinlou heard Tom Tom¡¯s heartbeat, and the sound was deafening.  Tong Yun came to help her, but she had no strength in her legs, so she leaned half on her body and followed the procession to the Zhongzheng Hall.

    That hall has always been a place where the maidens worship the gods.  There were probably too many victims, and as soon as I stepped in, I felt bitingly cold.  The palace concubines cowered and stood at the door to look inside. The main hall was long, narrow and deep. Sunlight came in from the window at the other end and cast on the blue brick floor. It was so far away from people that it could not illuminate the path underfoot.  The beams in the hall are much thicker than elsewhere because of their heavy weight.  Fifty-eight pieces of white silk were hung vertically and horizontally on it, all knotted, and together with the fifty-eight small wooden beds underneath, they formed a uniquely terrifying scene.

    The wind is strong in spring, blowing through the corrugated eaves, and the whimpering is like a sad song, which makes people's hair stand on end.  Finally, someone grabbed the door frame and screamed, "I don't want to die! Help me!" Everyone came to their senses and became chaotic, and there was a new round of mourning and crying.

    A person walks out of the shadows, dressed in plain clothes.  He stood three feet away from the door. His tall and straight body was lined with a plain face, and his lower body looked particularly long.

    He has an impeccable face, his lips are pursed tightly, and he is a bit arrogant, but his eyes are surprisingly warm.  He has long eyelashes and slightly raised eyes. If it weren't for the dental plaque of the Supervisor of Ceremonies hanging on his waist, one would have thought that he was a young master from some family who lived in a high-rise building and was born with such ice-cold muscles and jade bones.

    Everyone is crying, there is no pity in his expression, his warm eyes are still warm, still out of habit.  He glanced at everyone, and when he turned his eyes to meet hers, he paused inquiringly. Wei Cheng, the eunuch behind him, immediately stepped forward to whisper something in his ear. He raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly.

    "Shut up, everyone." He raised his voice, and his cold voice pierced through the noise, "Crying is like this, and not crying is also like this. It hurts the heart and lungs, and the Daxing Emperor is not happy. It has always been the custom for palace people to be sacrificed in burials.  I have an excellent shirt. The additional posthumous title is in my hand. It is appropriate to recommend the emblem and honor the title. This has been planned a long time ago. All ladies and gentlemen, please just express your condolences!" After saying this, he turned around and looked at the greetings sent by Qixiang Palace.  The concubine Manman made a big salute and said, "The auspicious time has come, please go to the Queen Mother Gao."

    After giving the order, everyone was brought to the bench. Two people stood beside it, one supporting each other and the other waiting to take out the stool.  Yinlou's heart was numb, but he calmed down when death was imminent. In just a moment, it was over.

    Those who are unyielding are still resisting, what¡¯s the use?  He was suppressed and put on a spring bench, and the rope buckle was put hard on his neck. He was not given a chance to breathe. His feet were free, he stretched his legs and kicked a few times, and walked the entire distance silently.

    Yinlou didn¡¯t dare to look at anyone else. She walked through the rope ring and saw an incense burner placed on the high table under the window. The man in plain clothes was elegantly blowing cigarettes and lighting incense. His white fingers were almost transparent in the sunlight.

    Ayako clasped her neck, and the past had faded away. She could not see the green tea garden on the back mountain, nor could she see the dragon spring that her father had carefully introduced into the yard. She could only hear the voice of the eunuch, who was mourning across the universe.  Chanting: "Ladies and gentlemen, please go on your way and serve the Emperor well"

    When Xiao Duo looked back, the errand was almost done.  He squinted and saw what a strange sight it was. The people who were shouting at the top of their lungs a moment ago were now motionless, hanging in the air with nothing to cling to. They would be at peace after they died.

    "You are responsible for the following matters. The coffins are parked outside the palace. They must be carefully inspected one by one. Once verified, the coffins will be sealed!" He tucked his nose. Some people become incontinent when they die. The smell here is not very good. He is  I can't stay any longer.  He hurriedly ordered Wei Cheng, glanced at the talented person who had put him down in advance, and stepped out of the threshold with his hands folded.

    As soon as I arrived at the corridor, I saw Qiu An walking over quickly. He was also the Supervisor of Ceremonies and was currently assigned to attend the funeral in Jinshen Hall.  He lowered his waist and came closer, bowed and called the governor.

    Xiao Duo stopped at his feet, put his hands behind his back and asked, "What?"

    Qiu An said: "It's nothing important. His Highness King Fu sent me to see Bu Cai. Lord, you are busy. I'll go in and ask Wei Cheng."

    "What are you looking at? It's all in a coffin." Seeing Qiu An stunned, he frowned and said, "If you can't die, you have to do something about it. Go back to His Highness Prince Fu and tell him that I have made my own decision. Please rest assured, Your Highness."  "

    Qiu An responded and retreated.

    He stood and thought for a moment, then asked someone to go in and send a message to Wei Cheng, and transport the coffin to the Qin'an Palace as soon as possible for the cabinet to see.  When the posthumous titles are assigned, this little talented person will earn the title of concubine, and live in the palace happily and happily from then on, thus fulfilling King Fu's wish.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)Come and see Bucairen.  Governor, you are busy. I will go in and ask Wei Cheng.  "

    "What are you looking at? It's all in a coffin." Seeing Qiu An stunned, he frowned and said, "If you can't die, you have to do something about it. Go back to His Highness Prince Fu and tell him that I have made my own decision. Please rest assured, Your Highness."  "

    Qiu An responded and retreated.

    He stood and thought for a moment, then asked someone to go in and send a message to Wei Cheng, and transport the coffin to the Qin'an Palace as soon as possible for the cabinet to see.  When the posthumous titles are assigned, this little talented person will earn the title of concubine, and live in the palace happily and happily from then on, thus fulfilling King Fu's wish.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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