The Great Song Dynasty: the First Talented Woman in the Beginning Flickered Through the Ages

Zhao Qianwei's face was pale and her eyes were angry, "Yang Jian dog thief, death is not a pity!"

Yang Yi hugged Zhao Qianwei and comforted him: "Yang Jian has already been executed, and Qianwei should not be angry for such a villain."

Zhao Qianwei looked sad. No matter what happened to Zhao Ji, she was still her brother. Blood was thicker than water. No one would be able to accept such an abrupt death now.

There was silence for a while.

Zhao Qianwei gradually calmed down, "Husband, the plan for now is to stabilize the court, otherwise these ministers may..."

Yang Yi smiled slightly, "Qianwei don't have to worry, after her husband died in the official family, she found a book of imperial edicts!"

"The imperial decree?" Wang Rui and Zhao Qianwei looked at Yang Yi suspiciously.

Yang Yi immediately narrated the content of the imperial edict again, Zhao Qianwei's eyes flickered, she was the princess of the royal family after all, and knew that the bigger picture was the most important thing.

Now that the official family is dead, people cannot be resurrected from the dead, and her husband can be released from prison and ordered to be an important minister.

As for the prince Zhao Heng, he was still young, so Yang Yi and Wang Rui naturally controlled the government. Wang Rui was weak, so in the end, wasn't Yang Yi holding the emperor to order the princes?

Wang Rui and Zhao Qianwei can think of this, so they tacitly did not mention anything about the court. For women, trusting their men is the greatest support.

The people of Bianjing soon learned the news of the official family's death.

Of course, to the outside world, it would not be said that the official family was killed.

Otherwise, what is the face of the dignified Song Empire?

About Yang Jian, he didn't even mention a word, and the first generation of eunuchs disappeared without a trace, not even a word was left behind.

a few days later.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Twenty-seven bells rang from the palace.

All the people in Bianjing heard it, all with mourning on their faces.

Although they have no feelings for Zhao Ji, they are a generation of emperors after all.

When the emperor dies, all the people of the city will observe a moment of silence.

If there is a big mourning in the palace, and the palace is laughing and giggling, what kind of etiquette should it be?

These people may not have any reverence for Zhao Ji in their hearts, but they should show a sad expression at this moment.

Palace.

Civil and military officials stand in line.

The officials of Honglu Temple were eulogizing the late emperor, and they were talking about Zhao Ji's achievements in his life.

Standing beside Yang Yi was a young boy with a calm expression and sad eyes. It was Prince Heng, and Zhao Ji's successor.

Next to her is the Queen Wang Rui, who was in a difficult situation because she couldn't think of it for a while.

At this time, she had already integrated the events of the past few days, and suddenly understood that the culprit that led to the development of the situation today was herself.

Although Yang Yi is romantic, he has lived in the deep palace for a long time, and he is still the queen. Yang Yi will not start with her, but he sent her to the door, which led to this evil relationship. .

She never imagined that a careless act would lead to a series of major incidents, and even led to the breakup of the two rulers and ministers, and Zhao Ji died in the end.

If it wasn't for being too self-willed, how could Yang Yi be involved?

But this is the end of the matter. Although Wang Rui feels guilty about Zhao Ji in her heart, she still has to recognize the reality.

The emperor is dead. According to the content of the edict, the prince Zhao Heng should be enthroned and proclaimed emperor. She is honored as the empress dowager, but the court still has to rely on Yang Yicai.

Soon, the official of Honglu Temple said loudly: "Send the late emperor to the mausoleum."

Everyone present fell to their knees and saluted in the direction of the late emperor's coffin.

After a few hours.

The funeral is over.

Although the prospective emperor Zhao Heng looked sad, he had to cheer up.

Inside the Qianqing Palace.

Yang Yi sat on the chair with a calm expression. This is the queen's bedroom.

As a foreign minister, he should not be here anyway.

But he happened to come, and the maids around him turned a blind eye, as if they couldn't see it.

Wang Rui changed her clothes, wearing a tulle, a bead hairpin on her head, a purple bellyband embroidered with a golden phoenix, wrapped in a beautiful figure, looking noble and elegant, charming and delicate.

"Yang Lang..." With a crisp sound like an oriole, Wang Rui smiled and looked at Yang Yi in front of him.

She stretched out her greasy arm and poured a cup of tea for Yang Yi.

"Yang Lang has worked hard these days."

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched as he took the tea, "Rui Er, what seems to be the matter?"

Wang Rui was silent for a moment, "It's about the prince."

Yang Yi narrowed his eyes, then waved his hand, and the maids who were waiting for them retreated. It was obviously the queen's palace, but these maids obeyed Yang Yi's orders.