The Empress Dowager is the priest's biological mother and mother has a deep relationship. The Empress Dowager died suddenly, and the Emperor was deeply saddened. After interrogating the palace maid, he learned that the Empress Dowager had been taking the immortal pills made by Master Chongxu for her. The Emperor was in a complicated mood. Is this considered her own death?

The emperor handed over the remaining two immortal pills to the hospital of the Imperial Hospital, "I want to know what this is?"

"I beg your Majesty to give me some time." The magistrate also had a headache. The Empress Dowager did not take medicine prescribed by the Imperial Doctor, and went to eat the things refined by the Taoist priest, and lost her life.

"Seven days, I will give you seven days." The emperor said with a gloomy face.

After dealing with the pills, the emperor ordered to increase efforts to capture the demon Chongxu.

The empress dowager died and the country was mourned. The entire capital was hung with mourning. The sacred texts from all over the country were also sent to the capital. The emperor issued an order: "The spirits were stopped for 36 days. Officials of the third rank and above in the capital came to the palace to cry for the empress dowager. The whole country was mourning for three months, and they were not allowed to drink or have fun, and they were not allowed to get married. If there was any traitor, they would be severely punished."

Yan Huo went to the palace to cry with Princess Chengyang and Han. She wore a coarse linen outside, a silk jacket close to her body, and a simple round bun. She wore a plain silver-headed face on the bun. When she arrived at Changchun Palace, there were crying inside. As a fellow queen mother, Princess Chengyang did not need to cry.

The eldest princess Chengyang burned incense for the empress dowager and whispered to herself, "Sister-in-law, I really didn't expect you to go like this." The empress dowager was seriously ill and was not in good health, but half of the wall was rarely collapsed. She died so quickly, and she was unexpected.

Princess Chengyang burned incense to the empress dowager and went to comfort the emperor. Han and Yan Huo knelt in their seats according to their eunuchs' arrangements and ranks according to their identity, and threw paper money into the brazier while crying.

Everyone looked sad, but the one who cried the most sadly was the people of Duke Huai'en's mansion. Duke Huai'en was not very smart, but he also knew that the Empress Dowager was the Dinghai Sword Needle of Duke Huai'en's Mansion. Duke Huai'en did something confused back then, but for the Empress Dowager's sake, and a few cousins ​​were considered successful, so he didn't move Duke Huai'en's mansion. Otherwise, the Emperor would definitely settle the score with Duke Huai'en's mansion.

"Xiaoxiao." Jiang, who was kneeling next to Yanhu, whispered.

Yan Huo moved a little to her, "My cousin, what's the matter?"

"Where is Zhuo'er?" Jiang asked.

"Send it back to my parents' home and let my sister-in-law take care of you." Yan Huo sighed lightly. Fortunately, my sister-in-law didn't need to go to the palace to cry, otherwise she wouldn't know who to entrust her son to.

The Crown Princess looked at the golden coffin of the Queen Mother with a fire, and there was no sadness in her eyes. Although the Queen Mother passed away, she was not happy, but she felt relieved. The Queen Mother had already sent six palace maids to the East Palace. Although the Crown Prince was not happy, he slept with two of them due to the reward from the Queen Mother.

Even though the prince was very ordinary to the six people, even the two people who were sleeping in bed did not give much favor, and they had only slept with them once, the princess still had a thorn in his heart, and this thorn was given by the Queen Mother.

"Crown Princess, Crown Princess." Guo Baochan threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier in front of the Crown Princess.

The Crown Princess came to her senses and looked at Guo Baochan, who was kneeling on the cushion with a big belly, with a slight frowning, "Princess Su, are you okay? Do you want to go to the side palace to rest?" Although the dead are the most important, the dead are gone, and they have to take care of the living, especially Guo Baochan is about to have a child in one month.

"I'm fine." Guo Baochan is a martial arts practitioner and her body is stronger than that of ordinary women in the boudoir.

"If you feel uncomfortable, hurry up and don't hold on." The Crown Princess reminded her that she didn't want her sister-in-law to suffer the pain of losing her son.

"I know." Guo Baochan smiled faintly, then quickly lowered her head. She could not show a smile in the mourning hall, which was a great disrespect to the empress dowager.

Half an hour later, Princess Zhao, Princess Qi and others came to replace him. Yan Huo rubbed his kneeling legs and walked out of the mourning hall with everyone. There were many royal families, officials and life women in the outer hall of the mourning hall.

When I sat down at the side hall, the palace maids brought hot tea. Although there was a brazier in the hall, it was still so cold that it made people shivering. After drinking a cup of hot tea, my body gradually became warmer.

He stopped his spirit for thirty-six days, and he turned his spirits to kneel down every day. He could only leave the palace in the evening and rode a carriage with white lanterns back home. In just ten days, Yan Huo lost weight, while the elderly Princess Rong, Princess De and others were overworked and fell ill. On that day, Han fainted in the mourning hall.

Yan Huo held Han and pinched her, shouting, "Come to the imperial physician."

Han had to take leave and stay in the mansion to recuperate.

The day the empress dowager was buried, it was particularly cold and it was raining. Some people said, "God is crying for the empress dowager."

Some people also say that the empress dowager is not virtuous, and only the genius will torture the funeral.

Everyone has their own opinions, but it is actually just a celestial phenomenon.

Guo Baochan is on the day of delivery, so he doesn't have to give up his spirits; Yan Huo is not so lucky, wrapped in a coarse cotton robe and sits in the carriage tremblingly. When he goes out in winter, he will burn charcoal stoves and funerals on the carriage, and he won't even hold a hand warmer, let alone a charcoal stove.

To resist the cold, you have to rely entirely on righteousness. Seeing that his wife's cold lips were white, Fu Zhixing reached out and hugged the person in his arms, "Turn the coffin into the imperial tomb and he can rest well." He had not had a good sleep for these thirty-six days, and he couldn't stand it even if he was healthy, let alone the delicate Yan Huo. It was a blessing that his wife did not fall ill.

Yan Hu's head was against his chest, "Has that demon caught it?" Although the emperor concealed the cause of the queen mother's death, Yan Hu guessed it from clues.

"No." Fu Zhixing narrowed his eyes slightly. Taoist Master Chongxu was quite evil. After searching for so long, he couldn't find him.

It is very troublesome to send spirits. When you walk three miles, you have to get off the carriage, kneel down, listen to the tribute, and wait for the ritual officer to talk about it before you can get up and continue moving forward. After leaving the city, the rain stopped, but the ground was wet, there was still water in the low-lying areas, and the road was muddy. Even if there were futons, the cotton skirt was still wet after several times, and the cold people were trembling.

Yan Hu's legs were almost unconscious, and the carriage almost couldn't get on. Fu Zhixing carried her up. There was no charcoal stove, no hand heater, and there was not even hot water. Fu Zhixing could only use his body temperature to keep his wife warm.

"If you send the spirit back, you will definitely get sick." Yan Huo sighed. In October of the past year, it was still a small spring, and I was so cold this year that it was simply not a way out.

"I should have asked you for leave." Fu Zhixing regretted it.

"My mother has already taken her leave, I want to take her leave again. People should say that the people in Duke An Guo’s mansion are petting." Yan Huo smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I dress thickly and won't get sick."
Chapter completed!