Zhu Yun was at the forefront of the ceremony, with more than fifty armored warriors, and their feet were thunderous.

Then, there were dozens of tall lieutenants wearing embroidered flying fish suits and squid heads.

As the emperor's personal army, their flying fish uniforms were extremely gorgeous. The flying fish were not fish, but pythons embroidered with threads.

Jun Ran's sonorous footsteps stepped on the ground, breaking the tranquility in the deep palace early in the morning and also causing surprise.

The guards in the palace looked at the soldiers who followed Zhu Yunyu out of the palace, and their eyes were envious. The palace men bent down even more humbly.

In the Ming Palace, who would dare to create such a big battle except for the emperor's trip? Even the prince back then was never like this.

Zhu Yunxiu, who was sitting on the sedan chair, had a straight body. He was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon woven in light red Shu brocade and embroidered with golden thread. He wore a nine-slit leather hat (bian) inlaid with gems, a white jade belt on the waist, a lotus sachet on the left, and a dragon-patterned jade pendant on the right.

The thick-soled embroidered boots are equipped with a slender gaze knife around the waist, and a crystal-clear ring on the thumb of the right hand.

(Princes in the early Ming Dynasty could have five-clawed dragon robe.)

From a distance, it is full of majesty and makes people dare not look directly at it.

The prince walked out of Fengtian Palace, walked through the Eastern Palace, and passed through the University Hall.

In the school, King Shen and Zhu Mo and other little brats watched Zhu Yunxi pass by with warm eyes, and their eyes were full of envy.

"Brother Huang is so majestic!" King Tang Zhu Dong suddenly shouted.

On the sedan chair, Zhu Yunxiu heard the sound of calling and waved his hand with a smile.

"Brother Huang!" He waved his hand and the little princes in the university shouted at him one after another.

In the school, the old-fashioned gentlemen did not stop them. Fang Xiaoru, Liu Sanwu and others looked at Zhu Yunyu's direction away and smiled.

Only Zhu Yunwen, he just took a look and lowered his head gently.

Outside the window, Zhu Yunyu was wearing a five-clawed golden dragon suit with golden thread. He was wearing a mourning clothes.

Lu's funeral was extremely fast and extremely shabby, so shabby that there was not even an auditorium, and no one came to pay their respects.

They were simply buried in the coffin, and there were very few burial objects. Moreover, since the late prince was buried with Zhu Yunyu's mother Chang's mother, the underground palace had been sealed and could not be opened anymore.

The Lü family is known as a crown princess, but he can only be buried as a side room on the side of the cemetery. And he, the originally favored prince, has now become a marginal person.

He could clearly feel that he had become an optional person in the palace. The servants no longer respected him, the teachers no longer liked him, and the uncles and kings in the school even had no eyelids to pinch him.

A bird spread its wings outside the window, and Zhu Yunwen's heart also flew away.

"Grandfather, you said you would let your grandson go to the vassal state, but you haven't mentioned the fiefdom yet!"

This is the case with cowardly people in their personality. When facing difficulties, they will not think about how to get rid of them or how to make progress. Instead, they will want to and escape.

The huge palace gate slowly opened in front of Zhu Yunxiu.

Surrounded by the Jinyiwei, he got out of the sedan chair and changed into a carriage and headed far away from the city.

Thirty miles outside Yingtian City, the beautiful General Mountain.

At this moment, the long funeral procession on the mountain road was winding forward.

Because Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, the funeral team was in accordance with the rules of the vassal kings. In front of the team were musicians of the Ministry of Rites and ceremonial guards.

Behind him were the officials of the Ministry of Rites, and beside the coffin were the children of the Mu family. On the back of the team, dozens of sad-looking knights followed silently.

Zhu Yunxi arrived before them. He had already come out of the carriage and waited on the side of the road. On the General Mountain behind him, the Ministry of Works had built an underground palace for Mu Ying, and other side halls were gradually being built.

Mausoleums are also a kind of etiquette. They not only have fields for the tomb guardians around them, but also houses for family members to worship and stay, and a side hall after they were named the king.

Seeing Zhu Yunxie standing by the roadside, Mu Ying's son Mu Chun, Minister of Rites Li Yuan and other officials, as well as the soldiers following the coffin, came forward to greet him.

"I will meet His Highness the King of Wu!"

"Please get up!" Zhu Yunxiu walked up to Mu Chun himself and helped him up with his own hands, "Sigh and be ashamed of change!"

"My name!" Mu Chun choked and said, "I thank His Highness the King of Wu on behalf of my father!"

"Don't say that. Speaking of which, I am also a junior of King Qianning!" Zhu Yunxiu looked at the long funeral procession and sighed, "My father took me to see King Qianning a few years ago, but I didn't expect that now, they and us will be separated forever!"

"Your Highness!" Mu Chun was crying as soon as he said this.

During his lifetime, Mu Ying was most familiar with Prince Zhu Biao among the princes. He died of an acute illness this time, and it was also heard that the prince died of illness, which led to the recurrence of the old illness.

Good men must be grateful when walking in the world. Mu Ying was very filial to her adoptive father and mother throughout her life, and cared for her brothers of different surnames. After a person died, she would also let her descendants send the coffin back to the capital and buried her with the Zhu family.

This kind of affection made people moved. Zhu Yunqiu took off a piece of white silk from Mu's family and tied it around his waist.

"Your Highness!" The people around were shocked.

The King of Wu was of great status. Although Mu Ying posthumously named King of Qianning, he was a minister of the Zhu family after all.

Mu Chun was even more panicked and reached out to pull the white silk around Zhu Yun's waist, but was blocked by the other party.

"When my father was alive, he told me that although he was not a blood relative, he was better than a blood relative, and the emperor never regarded King Qianning as an outsider. As a junior, I expressed my feelings and sent King Qianning for the last journey." Zhu Yunsheng said seriously, "Let's go, I will send him with you!"

"Your Highness!" Mu Chun and Mu's family were already crying.

The officials of the Ministry of Rites had to persuade him again. Seeing the soldiers who were seeing Mu Ying's coffin come forward and bent down to thank Zhu Yunxiu, they all remained silent.

Most of these generals were in their forties and were in their prime. They were all brave and powerful, and they were all powerful generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Moreover, the war horses they rode and the armor they were on showed that they were of great rank among the Ming Dynasty military officers.

Among these people, Zhu Yunxie knew two people, and in his memory, the two had a very close relationship with his father Zhu Biao.

Both of them were adopted sons of the old man, one was Ping An and the other was Xu Sima, both of whom held important positions in the Governor's Office of the Five Army.

Among these two people, Zhu Yunxi only knows the historical trajectory of Ping An. As the adopted son of the old man, he is also a tiger general.

During the Jingnan Campaign, Zhu Di's few defeats were in his hands. Moreover, Ping'an also killed several generals under Zhu Di.

In fact, they were their teenage partners and went out to fight outside the border together. Later, Zhu Di did not kill him, but instead sent him to Peking and asked the prince to treat him well.

Seeing Zhu Yunxiu looking at him, Ping An quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Mu knows that he will definitely be grateful for the kindness of the King of Wu." As he said that, he stood up and looked at Zhu Yunxiu kindly, "If the prince knows that he knows that he will definitely be grateful for the wiseness of the King of Wu!"

Zhu Yunxi nodded slightly in response and kept up with the funeral procession.

Looking at Zhu Yunxi's figure, Xie Jin whispered, "Although there is no longer any etiquette, the King of Wu is also a person with temperament."

As he said that, he looked at Tie Hyun and was a little surprised, "Why did you bring white silk too!"

Tie Xuan also brought white silk around his waist and said, "I respect the loyalty and righteousness of King Qianning and treat him with the courtesy of his younger generation." As he said that, he paused, "Besides, King Wu has brought him all, you and I are the private ministers of the King of Wu, how can I not bring him?"

Xie Jin looked around and whispered, "Old Tie, I'll give you the next one!"

Tie Xuan's face twitched twice, "Does Lord Jie look down on me? I'll give you nicknames at will?"

Xie Jin didn't care, "You are bigger than me, so it's not an exaggeration to call you!"

"Okay!" Tie Xuan suddenly sneered, "Then I'll call you Xiaojie from now on!"

The underground palace of the mausoleum was opened, and Zhu Yunxiu stood outside watching the funeral attendants, holding the funeral objects and entering the tomb passage. Mu Ying's funeral objects were mostly armor and weapons used during his lifetime, and there were very few gold, silver, pearls and jade.

When the gate of the underground palace was closed, the Mu family, led by Mu Chun, burned incense and kowtowed before the stone offering.

"The Lord has a decree!"

After the Mu family bowed and bowed, Zhu Yunxiu spoke and said loudly.

"I will obey the order!" The Mu family knelt down at Zhu Yunxiu.

Zhu Yunxiu held his hands behind his back and conveyed Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict with his head held high, "Mu Ying has the longest adopted son. At the age of the horn, he followed me with a sword and fought for more than 20 years, and he was traumatized."

"When the Ming Dynasty was unified, Mu Ying, as my adopted son, was unwilling to enjoy himself in the center, so he went to the border to expand the territory for the Ming Dynasty and guard the area. The herdsmen educated and had great kindness."

"Mu Ying treats me as a father, and I treat him as a son. I die young and am sad."

"Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, and was given the posthumous title of "Zhaojing", and You enjoyed the Taimiao."

"Then, the descendants of the Mu family have been in Yunnan and have a rest with the country!"

"Long live my emperor!" After shouting three times, the Mu family burst into tears again.

The funeral was always heavy and sad. After Mu Ying was buried, the Mu family had to guard the tomb next to the tomb, so Zhu Yunyu returned to the palace first.

It was only when the sun set that Zhu Yunyu dragged his tired body back to the Forbidden City.

However, the atmosphere in Fengtian Palace was a little wrong. The palace people were frightened and the empty imperial desk was filled with scattered music.

"Your Highness, the emperor is angry and sulks in the backyard!" Park Bushen said in Zhu Yunxi's ear.

Zhu Yunqi lowered his head and picked up a memorial, and two words suddenly appeared in his heart, which was broken.

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There are only two chapters today. I just asked a little sister to pull me to drink two bottles of 1664, and I was so dizzy.

I'll sleep for a while and if I'm in good condition at night, I'll make up for everyone.

Please give me a pity to me.
Chapter completed!