Chapter 311: Mrs. Kong Leaves Beijing

The matter of the prince's funeral was very beautiful, although Jinghua had been abolished before his death, all the funerals were all done according to the specifications of the prince.

Even the funeral ceremony is according to the specifications of the princess!

The tombs of the two are in the same place.

This is the fate of Qi Qi Di deliberately, can not be the same room before his death, after the same hole.

At the end of the funeral –

Jingrong left the mausoleum, and when he came out, someone handed him a box wrapped in cloth and a roll of painting.

The man said, “Lord, it’s all done.”

“Hmm.”

He took the box and the painting in his hand and got into the carriage, but did not immediately return to the royal palace, but went to the direction of the Kongfu.

In the Confucian!

Mrs. Kong sealed the Buddhist temple in the house, all the candles were collected, and the Buddha inside was moved to the temple to be worshipped.

The whole house is no longer filled with candles as before.

There is no pungent smell, but with a light fragrance!

When the scene arrived, Mrs. Kong was just packing her things and planned to leave Beijing today.

He helped me by the side, and he was busy.

Just after the last time Ji Yunshu came, Mrs. Kong took Juan out of the palace.

As soon as the scene came, Madame Kong put down her life on her hand and hurried to lie down.

“See the King.”

"Mrs. Kong doesn't have to be polite."He raised his hand and helped.

“How did the prince come here?”

It stands to reason that at this time, Jingrong should still be in the mausoleum, or into the palace, how to come here?

The scene was deliberately looking at Juan.

When the time came, the life on his hands was lost, and he hurried out.

In the house there was only the scene and Madame Kong.

Jingrong then said, "Mrs. Kong, the king is here to send you something today."

Something?

I was wondering –

He took out the painting he brought with him and handed it to Mrs. Kong, and explained, "Here's a painting, look at it."

Mrs. Kong carefully picked up the past and opened the painting.

In the painting, the woman stands under the peach tree, picks the embroidered hand gently folds a peach flower, and smells it on the tip of her nose, a pale blue dress, lightly with the wind, and the petals of the peach blossoms fall on the skirt, like scattered pigments.

朦惧惧!

And that clear face, lined with peach blossoms pink and rosy, almond eyes slightly bent, like a spring of water, small lips in a piece, full of light red light, faintly attractive.

Pretty!

It's beautiful!

“This is Yu!”

Mrs. Kong's voice trembled.

Holding the hands at both ends of the picture, also trembling, some can not believe.

He said, "This picture was painted by Mr. Ji, and you keep it as a memorial."

“Jin...” Madame Kong’s eyes were red, her fingers touched the portrait, and it took a long time to slow down, sucked her nose, and rolled up the portrait carefully.

Looking up at the scene: "I am still tired of the king on behalf of me, thank you Mr. Ji, this kindness, I will not forget this life."

“Well.”

"The person I am most sorry for is Yu Er, and when the emperor canonizes her as a princess, I should strongly oppose it, and there will be no result of this day."

"Mrs. Kong does not have to blame herself, the king is also wrong, if you give her an answer early, she will not wait so long."

In the tone with guilt.

But Mrs. Kong said, "I think, Yuer never regretted waiting for the prince."

sure!

The scene hung its eyebrows and sank deeply, and the topic did not continue.

Then he handed the box to Madame Kong: "The king took charge of Kong Yu's body this time, burning the body of Kong Yu, inside, it is her ashes, you still take her away from Beijing, the palace, the mausoleum is not the place she wants."

“This...”

Mrs. Kong was very shocked, put the portrait down, and held the box, and the tears could not stop flowing.

Slowly open the cloth on the box, gently touch the fine small lines above, as if holding their daughter's face, her kind face, with a little pain.

But the worried scene asked, “The prince will burn the body of Yuer, in the mausoleum...”

"Only the prince, another coffin, is empty, you can rest assured that the prince's funeral will be taken over by the king, no one will find, and has been buried, no one will open the coffin, you can carry the ashes of the Confucian family buried, or, with the wind scattered in the peach forest."

The tone is light.

He knew that Kung Yu liked peach blossoms.

And his own peach blossom source, indeed, for the Confucian seed, but all the time, he never said.

Mrs. Kong, holding the brocade box, nodded, her body could not support it, and sat down on the side.

Because he still had to go to the palace, he did not stay much and left.

When Juan saw him walking into the house, she saw his wife crying with the portrait and a box.

“Madam, are you okay?”

“It’s okay!”Mrs. Kong carried her sleeves and wiped her tears.

Juan also red eyes, the small nose sucked, looked at the painting and the box, carefully asked: "Madam, these two objects, but related to the young lady?"

Mrs. Kong nodded and gently patted Juan's hand on the back.

"In the future, we will never come to Beijing again, go to Qingshan, where there is a peach forest, and we will go with Yu Er."

“Oh, yeah!”

Jeanne focuses on the head.

...

After Jing Rong left, he hurried into the palace, and just arrived at the gate of the city, before anyone got out of the carriage, he heard the voice of Jing Zhaoyin from the outside.

"The death of the great prince in these two days is urgent, and there is another trouble."

Sighs, full of complaining!

The adult next to him asked, “Mr. Yi (Jing Zhaoyin), what is more annoying than the death of the big prince?”

"These days, there is a woman from Yufu Prefecture, three times to come to the appeal, there is no evidence, there is no witness, and that thing has been for several years, now run to Beijing to turn over the case, the procedure is not easy to do, and the case has been closed a few years ago, now appeal over the case, you are not embarrassed."

“Isn’t that the temple?”

It is not good to mention, this mention, Jing Zhaoyin like a chicken blood, a little angry.

"The criminal department raised the official position of the criminal war, a few years ago was removed by the emperor, according to the truth, the local case, really should be taken over by the Dali Temple, but this case is tricky ah, the woman does not go through the procedure, directly to Beijing appeal, Dali Temple will naturally not accept, can only come to my Jingzhaofu, you say bad?If the position of the magistrate is not removed, the procedure will be exempted by one word, and there will be no need to distress me.”

Alas sighed!

All these words have been heard before the carriage.