Wind rises time and space gate

Chapter 382 Najib
In the East Palace, people were lying on the ground in a mess, with limbs and arms broken everywhere, it was too horrible to see. The smell of blood in the air was nauseating. Several main halls were ablaze.

"Emperor's sister-in-law! Zhi'er!"

"Seventh Prince, the fire is too great!"

"Go away, I want to go in and save people!" Zhao Guangyuan broke away from the guard who was dragging him and rushed into the sea of ​​fire. No one could stop him, "Seventh Prince!" The guards rushed in one after another.

The little Zhi'er was lying next to the Crown Princess, her body already stiff. "Seventh brother, Yan'er has been entrusted to you...as long as he lives...send him to live far away, far away..."

"Royal sister-in-law!"

Zhao Guangyuan rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire while holding Yan'er, who was tightly protected by the princess. The flames shot into the sky behind him, and a broken beam hit behind him. He staggered, and rushed out holding the infant Yan'er tightly...

"Yan'er is only two months old and you're not even willing to let him go!"

"It's not my order."

"It's not you who gave the order, but they are your people! You are so cruel, you are not willing to let go of such a small child! For the sake of your country and your throne, you will not hesitate to cut off your own flesh and blood relatives. You won’t let me go, you are worse than a beast!”

Outside the Imperial Study Room, Zhao Guangyuan was heartbroken as he heard his mother questioning his father in a hoarse voice. The Yan'er he had rescued from the sea of ​​fire was gone. He couldn't save Zhi'er, and Yan'er is gone...

"Is Yan'er gone too?"

"Brother Emperor, it was my failure to protect him." Zhao Guangyuan knelt in front of the prince and cried bitterly.

"I don't blame you. The father wants the son to die, but the son dare not not die." Prince Zhao Guangcong's expression was calm, without any fluctuation, as if he was talking about someone else's affairs. "Seventh brother, you have been running for me these days, and I will remember it in my heart. As a brother, please stop struggling unnecessarily..."

"Brother Emperor!"

Zhao Guangcong forced out a smile, "Brother Huang is fine. Brother Huang wants to eat the Poria Cake from Taifulou. Can you buy it for Brother Huang?"

"Brother Royal?"

"Go without worry, brother is waiting for you."

"Okay, brother, go buy it now."

After a stick of incense, Zhao Guangyuan returned to the Dali Temple prison with Poria cake in his hands. On the stone platform in the prison, Prince Zhao Guangcong closed his eyes and passed away forever with a peaceful expression.

"Brother Imperial!" Poria cakes were scattered all over the floor.

After the emperor's brother's accident, Zhao Guangyuan was worried about his mother who was imprisoned in Fengzao Palace, so he hurried to the palace.

Pushing open the palace door, there was a person hanging in the palace, "Queen Mother!" His mother, Queen Lu, was hanging on a beam in plain silk and had been dead for a long time.

Queen Mother...Brother Emperor...Zhi'er, Yan'er...Mother Queen...

Zhao Guangyuan's face was covered with sweat, and he struggled to wake up from his sleepy dream. After taking a look at the environment in the room, his eyes fell on the brocade quilt in front of him. After a moment, he covered his face with his hands in pain, tears rolling down from his fingers.

A low whimper of suppressed pain was heard. Cao Cuo, who was waiting in the outer room, heard the sound and was about to ask the prince if he wanted to light a lamp. However, a low whimper reached his ears. Cao Cuo froze there, waiting to hear it again. A little, he also covered his mouth tightly and shed tears.

The next day, Cao Cuo helped Zhao Guangyuan freshen up, and secretly looked at his expression. He saw that the prince's face had returned to its previous look, and he couldn't tell at all that the person in front of him was the one who was hugged and cried last night.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Your Majesty, what are the arrangements for today? The Ministry of Rites is going to the Chiang Kai-shek's residence today to take care of Ji. Will Your Majesty be present?"

"Yeah. I want to go."

"Should we go now, or?"

"It's still early. I still have things to do and I have to go out of the city."

Going out of town? "Then let me arrange the guards now..." "No need, I, the king, can do it alone."

one person? No guards? "What about the guards?" Seeing the prince shaking his head, Cao Cuo agreed and said no more.

It wasn't until the prince asked his servants to prepare incense and candles for sacrifice that Cao Cuo realized that the prince was going to the countryside to pay homage to the late prince! A little annoyed, he should have followed.

At noon, officials from the Ministry of Rites met the King of Yue at the gate of Jiang's Mansion, and they all saluted, "Your Majesty."

"Yeah." Zhao Guangyuan responded calmly.

After Du Zhili saluted, he glanced at the King of Yue and saw that he was dusty and dusty. He didn't even have a bodyguard or a boy, and he didn't know where he came from. "Your Majesty, are you coming from the Yamen?"

Du Zhili admired him when he heard that the King of Yue was very concerned about the errands of the Secretary for Agriculture, and even went to the Huangzhuang to check the condition of the crops, and even picked up the soil with his hands to analyze the soil quality in the fields.

Although everyone said that the King of Yue was imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum for ten years and was made stupid by being imprisoned, and his sharpness and energy were smoothed away, but Du Zhili liked such a down-to-earth prince. She had a good impression of him, and he tried his best to arrange the marriage of the King of Yue.

"Yeah." Zhao Guangyuan didn't want to explain, so he nodded lightly, "Go in."

"Yes." Du Zhili responded, leading officials from the Ministry of Rites to follow him into Jiang's mansion.

Jiang Wentao was waiting at the Jiang family. As a long history official, the king of Yue was getting married. It was his responsibility to take care of these foreign affairs. The princess was staying at his house again, so he didn't dare to neglect her. "Your Majesty, Master Du, go this way."

Leading everyone to the guest flower hall.

Because Lin Zhaoxia was married from the Jiang family as a relative of the Jiang family, and as the elders of the woman's family, Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Xiang and Mr. and Mrs. Jiang Xuyang were also waiting in the flower hall early, waiting for people from the Ministry of Etiquette to come.

Unexpectedly, the prince also came. It seems that the prince is very interested in the princess. Today, it’s just Najib. Before he reaches the stage of hiring someone, the prince actually comes in person.

Several people said hello and took their seats one by one.

The King of Yue required that the five rites should be completed within one month, and that the work done by others in one or two years should be completed within one month, so the Ministry of Rites had to keep everything simple. But when a prince gets married, he doesn't miss out on anything he should have.

Naji is the third ceremony among the six rites. After the man asks her name and the horoscopes match, he informs the woman of the good omen of marriage. If the two horoscopes match, he will continue the ceremony. If the horoscopes do not match, the man sends a gift to express his apology. This marriage is over.

"Qin Tianjian has seen it and said that it is a good match, a match made in heaven. He said that the princess's horoscope will bring her a prosperous husband, a prosperous son, and a prosperous family..."

Uh... Du Zhili suddenly wanted to curse. What a prosperous person.

I am not afraid that the King of Yue will curse me.

Du Zhili bit his tongue. He spoke quickly and did not hold back his words, fearing that he would hurt the prince. He quickly glanced at the King of Yue and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the King of Yue had no expression on his face. The King of Yue probably didn't hear clearly. call.

Jiang Xiang and Jiang Xuyang looked at each other, and the father and son smiled. A prosperous husband, a prosperous son, a prosperous clan, good, excellent.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Du. Since there is no problem with the marriage in Qintian Prison, I will trouble Mr. Du with the remaining matters."

"Don't dare, don't dare, it's what a lower official should do." Du Zhili said a few words modestly and looked at the King of Yue, "Does the prince have anything to explain?"

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Jiang. The next step is to accept the expedition. I hope Mr. Du will take more trouble. I am a prince, and I must be the same as King Qin, King Jin and others."

Du Zhili nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's the same. I don't dare not pay attention to the remaining matters. I will enter the palace to discuss the matter with the emperor later."

The King of Yue is also a prince. Although the late empress is gone, the emperor's attitude towards the King of Yue is unclear, and the princess is from the private sector, but the etiquette does not dare to be different from other princes' weddings.

The Ministry of Rites cannot be brave enough.

An hour later, after the matter was finished, Du Zhili hurried into the palace.