It has been nearly three months since he left home in a blink of an eye, and looking at the candle flame in his yard, Liu Hong gradually felt more timid about his hometown.

In addition, after going out and getting into a romantic debt, Liu Honggradually felt a little guilty in his heart, and after hesitating outside the courtyard for a while, Liu Hong gradually took a step and wanted to walk in the courtyard.

Although it is the twenty-sixth day of the lunar month, due to the national mourning period, there is no trace of joy in the calm small courtyard.

The door creaked open, and Liu Hong gradually walked in.

"Husband, you're back." Sun Xiuxiu, Yang Xue, and Kun Xing each held a baby and got up to greet each other.

Previously, several pro-soldiers had already come to Xishan to spread the word, and all the three daughters were not too surprised.

"Well, it's okay at home these days." Liu Hong gradually saw Kunxing's eyes red, and he knew what this girl was for, so he took the little padded jacket from his arms.

"Didi, explode ......" The third girl didn't reply, but it was Liu Aotian, the young master of the Liu family, who recognized the person and shouted while struggling in Yang Xue's arms.

"It's Daddy, it's not Didi, call Daddy." Liu Hong was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses.

"Didi ......"

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"Xiaobai, let's go and change the lantern at the door to a white one and hang a mourning flag." Liu Hong gradually commanded.

Maybe for all the people, Chongzhen is the emperor of the Ming Dynasty and their son of heaven, but for Liu Hongji's family, Chongzhen is his father-in-law and their family.

After speaking, he hugged Kun Xing into his arms......

This year is destined to be an extraordinary year for the people of the capital and even the entire Ming Dynasty, even if it is Chinese New Year's Eve night, the most prosperous area of the entire capital is still dark, including the Chinese New Year's Eve meals......

It wasn't until the nineteenth day of the first lunar month that the streets became lively, because this day was the day of Emperor Chongzhen's funeral......

On this day, Liu Hong gradually got up from the bed before dawn, put on white decaying clothes, and took a few guards who were also wearing decaying clothes out of Xishan.

Although he was destined to be very tired today, he was willing to send his elders on the last ride.

Uncle Chongzhen's mausoleum began to be built as early as a year ago, and the mausoleum is located at the foot of Tianshou Mountain outside Changping, where the twelve emperors of the Ming Dynasty have been buried, and Uncle Chongzhen will be the thirteenth.

It stands to reason that the emperor built his own mausoleum during his lifetime, and generally several years in advance, and even when the emperor was still alive, his mausoleum had been repaired.

But Uncle Chongzhen has been in politics for 19 years, and he has no time to repair his mausoleum at all, or he has no money, or he really has no money.

It was not until the end of the first Hongmen banquet that the treasury had surplus silver, and Uncle Chongzhen began to repair the mausoleum.

Perhaps because he was poor and scared at the beginning, Chongzhen's renovated mausoleum was the smallest of the twelve emperors of all dynasties, and it was only completed in April this year.

After repeated deliberations by several scholars in the cabinet, and considering Zhu Cihong's opinions, Uncle Chongzhen's year name was set as Emperor Jingtian, Dao, Pure and Sincere, to Dehong, Wenqin, Wuzhang, Shengda, and Xiaozhao.

Regarding the temple number, the ministers proposed the names of Xi, Rui, and Su, but Zhu Cihong was not very satisfied.

In the end, Zhu Cihong still discussed with Liu Hong, and the emperor was sad and thought about the prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, so it was better to take thought as the temple number, and at the same time entrust the two of them to miss the wishes of the people.

And Chongzhen's imperial mausoleum was also named Siling.

At three o'clock, the temples and Taoist temples in the capital and Shuntian Mansion rang in unison, and the heavy and solemn Daming Gate was opened......

As early as yesterday, the celebrant eunuch, the Ministry of Rites, and the Jinyi Guards set up a great ceremony and a funeral ceremony outside the Daming Gate, and Zhu Cihong was dressed in decaying clothes and the same decaying clothes, and the ministers of civil and military affairs bowed to the Chen funeral ceremony four times, and then there was a mournful hanging spirit.

Liu Hongjian was also in the middle, but he couldn't shed tears, not because he wasn't sad, but because of the step-by-step process, he felt disgusted.

After the shouting of the eunuchs, sixty-four bannermen who were served by the general of the Han Dynasty marched out of the Daming Gate with the banner umbrella of the people, followed by a 1,628-person honor guard.

General Mingjia and General Red Helmets held all kinds of weapons, flags and all kinds of paper or silk to make "burning live", which was mighty......

Then there are the barmen dressed in decaying clothes and carrying the coffin of Chongzhen, and the team of barmen is three shifts, with 128 people in each class.

As early as ten days ago, the barmen began to perform the bars outside the Desheng Gate, the barmen need to carry a piece of Dulong wood with the same weight as the coffin according to the scale and requirements of the official funeral, about 10,000 catties, put a bowl of water on it, and practice until the water can not be spilled when walking.

Behind the coffin is the heavily armed palace guards, mostly filled by brocade guards, and then there is a team of civil and military officials, relatives of the emperor, except for Zhu Cihong, everyone regardless of age is on foot.

In the funeral procession, there are also a large number of monks, Taoist priests, nuns, Taoist aunts and lamas, who are dressed in Dharma robes, holding law enforcement instruments, and constantly playing and chanting.

The whole funeral procession is more than ten miles long, no less than 20,000 people, from the capital to the cemetery, more than 100 miles along the way, and the reed hall is also set up at intervals for the spirit to stop and the funeral team to rest.

The entire capital is almost the whole city is under martial law, except for the earlier when the people can see a fresh, when the Daming Gate is opened, the streets have already been cleared.

The soldiers and horses of the five cities and the 5,000 cavalry of the Beijing battalion mobilized from the Shahe battalion were responsible for the vigilance in the city and along the way.

The funeral procession walked all the way, cried all the way, and stopped and stopped until the afternoon of the next day to the foot of Detianshou Mountain.

After arriving at the imperial tomb, Zhu Cihong led hundreds of officials and nobles to the dedication hall to continue to salute, first of all, Yu Rite (a kind of ancient rite, the ritual of requiem), and then the crown prince bowed four times.

Offering silk and wine, reciting the blessings, followed by another prostration, followed by the second offering and the final offering (third sacrifice), and finally prostrations four more times......

Zhu Cihong's expression was serious and serious, and the officials and relatives should also cry and worship, but Liu Hongjian stood in the middle of the team expressionlessly and couldn't cry.

After the barman settled Chongzhen's coffin in the tomb, a group of craftsmen pulled the mechanism together, and the sealing stone weighing tens of thousands of catties fell down heavily, killing the tomb door from the inside.

Liu Hong gradually thought that he had accepted the fact that his uncle had left in the hall, but at the moment when the tomb door was closed, he could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes, and actually took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of the tomb door.

After the barman settled Chongzhen's coffin in the tomb, a group of craftsmen pulled the mechanism together, and the sealing stone weighing tens of thousands of catties fell down heavily, killing the tomb door from the inside.

Liu Hong gradually thought that he had accepted the fact that his uncle had left in the hall, but at the moment when the tomb door was closed, he could no longer suppress the tears in his eyes, and actually took a few steps forward and knelt down in front of the tomb door.

Make up the number of words, keep the full attendance, and make up for the remaining crosses in a while, it's really too late.