On October 14, 18th year of Hongzhi, it started to rain again in the capital city that had been sunny for two days. The cold winter rain seemed to be mixed with ice crystals and hit people's faces, making people feel pain in their cheeks.

According to the rituals of the Ministry of Rites, starting from this day, all officials would kneel outside Sishan's door and cry.

As the king, Zhu Houzhao didn't have to kneel. At this time, he received a memorial from Wang Yue, the chief inspector of the Sili Supervisor: "Your Majesty, because the weather is cold and the ground is wet, the three old masters have old diseases and are old and weak, and they are afraid that they will suffer from cold. They ask not to kneel down and cry."

Zhu Houzhao thought to himself that these three cabinet masters didn't even want to kneel down, but he also guessed that these cabinet masters might be testing whether he, the emperor, could give face to them.

So, on the surface, Zhu Houzhao nodded: "Since that's the case, let them stand and cry!"

On October 15, the 18th year of Hongzhi, at the Xu hour, the officials had been crying outside Sishan Gate for nearly two days. According to the ceremony, tomorrow was the time when Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty's coffin officially opened.

Therefore, at this time, the eunuch Wang Yue, the chief seal chief, found Zhu Houzhao again: "Your Majesty, tomorrow will be the day when Emperor Xiaozong's coffin officially begins. The journey is long and the three pavilions are exhausted, which may affect the court's appearance. Therefore, I ask Your Majesty to allow the three pavilions to take a car to the imperial tomb."

Zhu Houzhao smiled secretly in her heart, thinking that she had been regarded as the king who was ready to be controlled by them. These elders began to be arrogant. They didn't want to kneel outside Sishan's door and cried. Now they don't want to walk to the imperial tomb.

However, Zhu Houzhao still pretended to be childish on the surface, "They can't go! But what I want to ask is, Wang Daban, why do they want to ride a car, and I can only ride a horse?"

"Your Majesty is young and strong, and the elders are all old. Please ask Your Majesty to be polite to the old ministers," Wang Yue replied with a smile.

Zhu Houzhao thought that Wang Yue had completely become the tyrant of the three elders, so she sighed helplessly: "Then let them take the bus."

The next morning was the day when Emperor Xiaozong's coffin officially started. From the Forbidden City to the outer city, spiritual banners had already been set up next to the central road. The soldiers in plain clothes and white cloth stretched for several miles, and paper money was sprinkled everywhere like snowflakes. Amid the sorrow and the sound of sorrow, countless monks and Taoists led Emperor Xiaozong's coffin to the outside of the city.

Zhu Houzhao was riding a horse in front as a filial son. At that time, Liu Jian, the chief assistant of the cabinet, Li Dongyang, and the third assistant of the cabinet, also stepped on the back of the soldiers and got on a plain carriage.

Most of the censors were old friends of the three old masters, but they did not express their dissatisfaction.

But some officials were very angry because of this, but they were helpless.

Xu Jin, the Minister of War, was about to bite the bronze teeth, and thought to himself: "These powerful ministers ignored the dignity of the emperor! They did not kneel down and cried two days ago, and now they are even taking a car to send their spirits. Do you really think that the new emperor can be deceived?"

Ma Wensheng, the Minister of Personnel, was supported by several young civil servants, and pointed at the front while coughing: "It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable! It's unreasonable!"

Everyone knew why Ma Wensheng was angry but didn't dare to speak out.

For a moment, snowflakes fell like rice grains, and fluttered over the white coffin palace and the long white funeral procession in the haze, as if isolated from the people outside the curtain, as if the people outside the curtain could only see the last blurred figure of Emperor Xiaozong left in the world, and could not see clearly his regret after being the emperor for eighteen years.

Some people suppressed the crying, while others were roaring with tragic grief that a generation of revival emperors would eventually say goodbye to the world. What people don’t know is whether the young man riding on the white horse could support the Ming Empire, which hidden countless traps under the haze.

The young man Zhu Houzhao, who was riding on a white horse, had a serious eyebrows and a heavy sword hanging on his face, and his lips were tightly pursed as if he was trying to speak out from his mouth, but everything turned into a sound of horse hooves, returning to silence.

On October 19, the 18th year of Hongzhi, Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty was officially buried in Anling. Zhu Houzhao presented the last handful of soil to Emperor Xiaozong and carried it on the last level. When he finished visiting the empress dowager according to the ritual process, the empress dowager Zhang was already crying as if he was crying.

On October 20th, Zhu Houzhao began to respect Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty.

Then, from October 20th to the 24th, Zhu Houzhao respected Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty and went to the Jiuyu.

On October 25, 18th year of Hongzhi, officials and people cried to worship Emperor Xiaozong. Zhu Houzhao stopped court on this day and ordered the eunuchs to sacrifice to him with sacrificial wine in the evening.

Zhu Houzhao and the prince both participated in the indignant clothes, and invited Emperor Xiaozong of the Ming Dynasty to respect the emperor and the gods to enjoy the Taimiao.

On October 26, Zhu Houzhao completed the ceremony of asking the Lord of God to enjoy the Taimiao, and will take off his filial clothes and return to the palace on the next day, October 27.

At dusk that day, Zhu Houzhao finally relieved his fatigue and completed all the etiquette required by the Ministry of Rites of the Ming Dynasty without any trace of water, but Zhu Houzhao felt that it was even more tiring than he had experienced a military training back then.

Seeing this, Liu Jin couldn't help but suggest, "Emperor, do you need the palace maids to massage your shoulders? The emperor has been sleeping outside for the past few days. It's hard, and it's time to relax. I dared to let them carry a simple wooden bed. If the emperor is willing, he can also be the fun of being a man."

Zhu Houzhao glared at Liu Jin: "Emperor Xiaozong has just been buried. You dog slave dare to instigate me to do that. Since I am the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty and the son of the late emperor, I should respect you. Don't mention these things before the wedding. The palace maids all asked them to return to the palace. Now we don't need to perform for them to show you!"

Seeing Zhu Houzhao say this, Liu Jin had to say yes.

"Accompany me to go out for a walk." Zhu Houzhao said and took Liu Jin outside. Suddenly, he saw three old men wearing casual clothes walking inside deep in the opposite railing.

Zhu Hou took a look at Liu Jin and followed him. He hid outside the railing and saw that it was Liu Jian, Li Dongyang, and Xie Qian, the three elders hid in a water pavilion.

Zhu Houzhao walked over casually. Seeing a guard showing off the wind, Zhu Houzhao walked over with the wall, picked up a pot of plants and smashed the guard on the head, knocking the guard unconscious on the spot.

Zhu Houzhao continued to commit suicide and walked outside the pavilion, and only heard a woman's moan inside: "Master, you are still thinking about stealing fish at this time, and you are not afraid of the Lord of God's respite."

"I don't say that the strange powers are chaotic. I don't believe in those who are dirty, stinky, and those who control the world are not like this."

Zhu Houzhao heard some dirty words all over her ears, and she couldn't help but have a blue face, and she felt even more angry, thinking that she had only now known what a hypocritical hypocrite was.

"Everything is ready," Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but ask Liu Jin again.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty! There will be no mistakes. Gu Dayong is cautious. I have been practicing. I will definitely be able to execute as planned at that time," Liu Jin replied.

...

At that time, Zhang Zhao, the eunuch in charge of the imperial horse, was walking towards Zhu Houzhao with the hand of the eunuch in charge of the Sili, Wang Yue, and Wang Yue couldn't help but ask Zhang Zhao: "You will return to the palace tonight. The regiment camp and the Lu Mi of the Imperial Army have not been released. The cabinet intends to reorganize the Minister of War Xu Jin, but it cannot cause a big mess. You have to be optimistic about them and cannot cause a mess."

"Old ancestor, don't worry, but I found that although the emperor was cynical, he was silent for a few days. It was very different from before. I always felt that something was about to happen."

Zhang Zhao, the eunuch in charge of the imperial horse supervisor, said.

Wang Yue, the eunuch in charge of the Sili Supervisor, sighed: "It seems that the emperor seems to be dissatisfied with his inability to control the power of the court, but it doesn't matter. We are naturally the one who knows the nature of our emperor. Although it is naughty, it is as kind as the last emperor. At that time, as long as you control the military power of the forbidden soldiers, there will be no trouble, and the emperor will not make any trouble."

"What my ancestors said is that we, the fifteen-year-old emperor, cannot cause much storm. Are those cabinet masters easy to deal with? At worst, let the affairs of the late emperor be repeated again." After Zhang Zhao said that, Wang Yue glared at him: "We only do the affairs of the late emperor, Zhang Yu and the cabinet. We don't know at all. Do you understand? Don't mention it randomly!"
Chapter completed!