Zhu Yunxi was at the front of the ceremonial guard, with more than fifty armored warriors, their footsteps thundering.

Afterwards, there were dozens of tall, brocade-clad captains wearing embroidered flying fish uniforms and futou on their heads.

As the emperor's personal soldiers, the flying fish uniforms they wear are extremely gorgeous. The flying fish are not fish, but pythons embroidered with thread.

Sonorous footsteps stepped on the ground, breaking the tranquility in the palace in the early morning, and also attracted waves of surprise.

The guards in the palace looked at the soldiers who followed Zhu Yunxi out of the palace with envy. Those in the palace bowed down even more humbly.

In the Daming Palace, except the emperor, who would dare to create such a large lineup. Even the prince back then was never like this.

Zhu Yunxi, sitting on the soft sedan, has an upright body. Wearing a five-clawed golden dragon made of light red Sichuan brocade and embroidered with gold thread. Wearing a nine-slit leather bian studded with gems, a white jade belt around the waist, a lotus sachet on the left, and a jade pendant with a dragon pattern on the right.

He wears thick-soled embroidered boots, a slender instrument knife on his waist, and a crystal-clear wrench on his right thumb.

(In the early Ming Dynasty, princes could wear five-claw dragon robes.)

Looking from a distance, it is full of majesty, which makes people dare not look directly.

The prince's honor guard walked out of Fengtian Hall, walked through the East Palace, and walked through the University Hall.

In the school, Prince Shen, Zhu Mo and other little brats and princes watched Zhu Yunxi's ceremonial procession passing by with enthusiastic eyes, full of envy.

"Brother Xi is so majestic!" Tang Wang Zhu Dong suddenly shouted.

On the soft sedan chair, Zhu Yunxi heard the call and waved his hands with a smile.

"Brother Xi!" He waved his hand, and the young princes in the university hall rushed to shout to him.

In the school, the old-fashioned gentlemen did not stop him either. Fang Xiaoru, Liu Sanwu and others also smiled when they looked at the direction Zhu Yunxi was leaving.

There was only Zhu Yunwen. He just glanced at him and lowered his head gently.

Outside the window, Zhu Yunxi was wearing a five-claw golden dragon suit with gold threads. And he was still wearing mourning clothes.

Lu's funeral was extremely quick and shabby, so shabby that there was no auditorium and no one came to express condolences.

They were simply placed in coffins and buried with very few funeral items. And because the late prince was buried with Zhu Yunxi's mother Chang, the underground palace has been sealed and cannot be opened again.

Mrs. Lu had the title of Crown Princess, but she could only be used as a side chamber and was buried on the side of the cemetery. And he, the originally favored grandson of the emperor, has now become a marginalized person.

He can clearly feel that he has become a dispensable person in the palace. The slaves no longer respected him, the teachers no longer loved him, and the uncles and princes in the school didn't even look at him.

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

"Grandfather, you said you wanted your grandson to become a vassal, but you haven't mentioned a fiefdom yet!"

This is the case for people who have a cowardly character. When faced with a difficult situation, they will not think about how to get rid of it or how to make progress. But thinking about how to escape,

The huge palace door slowly opened in front of Zhu Yunxi.

Surrounded by the royal guards, he got out of the sedan chair and changed into a carriage, heading out of the city.

Thirty miles outside Yingtian City, there is the beautiful Jiangjun Mountain.

At this moment, the long funeral procession on the mountain road is winding its way forward.

Because Mu Ying was posthumously crowned King of Qianning, the funeral procession followed the regulations of the vassal king. At the front of the procession are musicians from the Ministry of Etiquette and guards of honor.

Behind him were the accompanying officials from the Ministry of Rites, and beside the coffin were the children of the Mu family. At the back of the team, there were dozens of knights with sad faces following silently.

Zhu Yunxi arrived before them. He had already come out of the carriage and was waiting by the roadside. Behind him on Jiangjun Mountain, the Ministry of Industry has built an underground palace for Mu Ying, and other side halls are being gradually built.

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The mausoleum is also a kind of ritual. It not only has the surrounding fields allocated to the guardians of the mausoleum, but also houses for family members to worship and stay, and a side hall for the king.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi standing on the roadside, Mu Ying's son Mu Chun, Minister of Rites Li Yuan and other officials, as well as the soldiers following the coffin, all came forward to pay tribute.

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

"Everyone, please stand up!" Zhu Yunxi walked up to Muchun in person and helped him up with his own hands, "My condolences!"

"My lord!" Mu Chun choked, "On behalf of my father, I would like to thank His Highness King Wu!"

"Don't say that. After all, I am also a junior of King Qianning!" Zhu Yunxi looked at the long funeral procession and sighed, "A few years ago, my father took me to see King Qianning. I didn't expect that now, they and We are all separated forever!"

"Your Highness!" As soon as these words came out, Muchun burst into tears.

During her lifetime, Mu Ying had the best friendship with Prince Zhu Biao among the princes. This time he died of a sudden illness. He also heard that the prince died of illness, which caused the old illness to relapse.

A good man walking in this world must not be ungrateful. Throughout her life, Mu Ying was extremely filial to her adoptive father and mother, and she cared deeply for her brothers with different surnames. After her death, her descendants had to travel thousands of miles to bring her coffin back to the capital and be buried next to the Zhu family.

This kind of affection is touching. Zhu Yunxi easily untied a piece of white silk from the Mu family and tied it around his waist.

"Your Highness!" The people around were shocked.

The King of Wu had a distinguished status. Although Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, he was still a minister of the Zhu family.

Muchun was even more panicked. He reached out to pull the white silk around Zhu Yunxi's waist, but was blocked by the other party.

"My father told me when he was still alive that although we are not blood relatives, they are better than blood relatives. Grandpa Huang has never regarded King Qianning as an outsider. As a junior, I express my feelings and send King Qianning on his last journey." Zhu Yunxi looked serious. Said, "Let's go, I'll go with you to see him off!"

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

The officials of the Ministry of Rites wanted to persuade him again, but when they saw the soldiers who were escorting Mu Ying's coffin coming forward and bowing down to thank Zhu Yunxi, they remained silent.

Most of these generals who got off their horses were in their forties and in their prime. All of them have strong backs and strong backs, and at first glance they look like battle-hardened warriors. Moreover, the horses they rode and the armor they wore showed that they were of high rank among the military attachés of the Ming Dynasty.

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

Both of them are the adopted sons of the old man. One is Ping An and the other is Xu Sima. They both hold important positions in the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army.

Among the two, Zhu Yunxi only knew the historical trajectory of Ping An. As the adopted son of the old man, he is also a fierce general.

During the Battle of Jingnan, Zhu Di's few defeats were at his hands. Moreover, Ping An personally killed several of Zhu Di's generals.

In fact, they were childhood friends and went on an expedition together beyond the Great Wall. Later, Zhu Di did not kill him, but sent him to Peking so that the prince could treat him well.

Seeing Zhu Yunxi looking at him, Ping An quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Brother Mu, if you know something under the spring, you will definitely appreciate King Wu's kindness." After saying that, he stood up and looked at Zhu Yunxi lovingly, "If the prince knows something under the spring, he will also You will surely admire the wisdom of King Wu!"

Zhu Yunxi nodded slightly in response and followed the funeral procession.

Looking at Zhu Yunxi's figure, Xie Jin whispered, "Although he has lost his etiquette, King Wu is also a man of temperament."

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

Tie Xuan also put on white silk around his waist and said, "I respect the loyalty of King Qian Ning and treat him with the courtesy of a junior." After saying that, he paused and said, "Besides, the King of Wu has already brought it, and you and I are the King of Wu. Private minister, why don’t you take me with you?”

Jie Jin looked around and whispered, "Old man, give me the next one!"

Tie Xuan's face twitched twice, "Master Jie, are you looking down on me? Are you giving me nicknames at will?"

Xie Jin didn't take it seriously, "You are older than me, so I can call you an old iron!"

"Okay!" Tie Xuan suddenly sneered, "Then I'll ask you to relieve yourself from now on!"

The underground palace of the mausoleum was opened, and Zhu Yunxi stood outside and watched the mourners, holding the funerary objects, entering along the tomb passage. Most of Mu Ying's funerary objects were armors and weapons used during her lifetime, with very few gold, silver, pearls and jade.

After the door of the underground palace was closed, the Mu family, headed by Mu Chun, burned incense and bowed before the stone offering.

"The Holy One has a decree!"

After the Mu family members kowtowed, Zhu Yunxi spoke loudly.

"I'm waiting for your orders!" The Mu family knelt down to Zhu Yunxi.

Zhu Yunxi put his hands behind his back and conveyed Zhu Yuanzhang's imperial edict with his head held high, "I have dozens of adopted sons, Mu Ying is the eldest. When he was still young, he followed me into battle with a sword. He fought for more than 20 years and suffered countless traumas."

"When the Ming Dynasty was unified, Mu Ying, as my adopted son, did not want to enjoy life in the center, so she went to the border to open up territory for the Ming Dynasty and guard one side. Herdsmen taught and taught her, and her kindness was very wide."

"Mu Ying regarded me as a father, and I treated him like a son. I am extremely sad that he died so young."

"Mu Ying was posthumously named King of Qianning, given the posthumous title of "Zhao Jing", and enjoyed the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

"Then, the descendants of the Mu family will live in Yunnan for generations and rest with the country!"

"Long live my emperor!" After the Mu family shouted long live for three times, they burst into tears again.

Funerals are always heavy and sad. After Mu Ying was buried, the Mu family had to guard the mausoleum, so Zhu Yunxi went back to the palace first.

At sunset, Zhu Yunxi dragged his tired body back to the Forbidden City.

But there was something wrong with the atmosphere in the Fengtian Palace. The people in the palace were frightened, and the memorials were scattered all over the empty imperial desk.

"Your Highness, the emperor is angry and sulking in the backyard!" Pu Bucheng said in Zhu Yunxi's ear.

Zhu Yunxi lowered his head and picked up a memorial, and two words suddenly popped into his mind: It's broken.