Chapter 180 Ji Lan ordered the queen's funeral to be simple.
The relationship between the emperor and the empress was not harmonious.
It was a well-known fact that the empress could not be favored by the Holy Family.
Now that it was about to catch up with the New Year, people from all over the world came to congratulate each other.
It did not surprise others that Ji Lan ordered the funeral to be simple.
The eunuch rushed to Ji Lan's palace to report Sun Yinzhu's funeral.
Ji Lan sat at the chess table, playing chess with herself with black stones in one hand and white stones in the other, listening to the palace officials' reports indifferently.
After the palace attendants finished reporting, he said casually: "Before her death, the queen hid in the small ear room and died of depression.
Choose a lighter coffin for her, and put some water and food in the coffin."
The eunuch was quite surprised.
Throughout the ages, the objects buried with him had changed in many ways.
When a noble person died in the palace, the objects buried with him were mostly valuable money.
However, this was the first time he heard that they were buried with food and water in the coffin.
However, when I thought about how the Queen got there, I understood what Ji Lan meant.
The eunuch sighed that Your Majesty still cares about the Queen.
Because of the Chinese New Year, Sun Yinzhu was buried on the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month.
When the sky darkened, Ji Lan put down her ink pen.
He walked to the window and looked at the night, not moving for a long time.
After a while, he turned around and left the hall.
The young eunuch quickly handed him the cloak and followed him.
"No need to follow."
Ji Lan walked alone under the red wall and went to the place where Sun Yinzhu's coffin was laid.
The mourning palace attendants fell to the ground and knelt down.
Ji Lan waved her hand and told everyone to leave.
He walked slowly towards the coffin, stood beside it, and looked at Sun Yinzhu lying inside.
There was no color on Sun Yinzhu's face.
Even with all the makeup, she couldn't hide her paleness.
She was wearing complicated and grand palace clothes, which were exactly what she wore on the day she married into the palace.
Ji Lan stood beside the coffin for a long time, and suddenly murmured as if talking to herself: "Why bother?"
In the eyes of others, he is probably insidious, ruthless, and unscrupulous, and everyone avoids him like a snake or a scorpion.
He smiled, his slightly curved lips showing his usual gentleness and elegance.
That's right, he is that kind of person.
Ji Lan turned around and left.
As soon as he stepped out of the palace door, the cool night breeze blew in his face, a biting chill.
He pulled up his cloak and left slowly.
While Sun Yinzhu's funeral was being arranged, the state banquet was also being arranged at the same time.
There is also a state banquet every year on New Year's Eve, or on the first or second day of the Lunar New Year.
This year it is scheduled for the first day of the Lunar New Year.
On the night of New Year's Eve, Ji Lan walked slowly through the entire palace alone along the red walls and green tiles, stepping on every blue brick in the palace.
At midnight, when the firecrackers sounded, he stood alone on the watchtower at the highest point in the palace, overlooking the entire Yong'an City.
"Your Majesty," the little eunuch hung his cotton coat in his arms, ran up the stone steps, and stood silently beside Ji Lan, bending down and respectfully dissuading him: "Your Majesty, it's windy here, and it's late at night.
"Chong, you should go back."
Ji Lan looked into the distance without looking back.
He asked with a smile: "Xiao Jiangzi, look at this Yong'an City.
There are thousands of fireworks and lights.
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Everyone should be watching the New Year at this hour."
Xiao Jiangzi took a look and agreed with a smile: "The picturesque scenery is so beautiful."
Ji Lan smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "If it looks good, you should see it more.
Who knows, I may have another chance to see it in the future."
Xiao Jiangzi didn't understand, and a pair of small pairs of eyes turned around in his eyes to try to figure out the holy meaning.
Ji Lan turned around and walked slowly down the white stone steps.
Compared with the calmness in the palace, the small village hidden in the valley hinterland deep in the snow-capped mountains is celebrating the New Year lively.
They are all people who narrowly escaped death.
They live in seclusion here, are safe, have simple ways of having fun, and live a very pure life.
Gu Jianli and his party are still here and have not left.
Ji Xia broke his leg, and Qian Ping and Qian An contracted a severe cold.
Everyone else was more or less uncomfortable.
They were all weak women.
They suddenly ran for their lives day and night, which was too much for everyone.
They had not recovered even after several days of rest.
Several maids got into the kitchen, using various meats and vegetables sent by the villagers, and planned to cook ten dishes in various ways, which meant they were perfect.
Ji Xingluo and Ji Xinglan carefully built snowmen in the yard.
In the past two days, they have built several snowmen.
Snowmen, big and small, stood side by side all over the small courtyard.
Wen Jingshan let Xiao He help her out of the house, and sat on the steps under the eaves, looking at Ji Xingluo's figure with a gentle smile.
Ji Xingluo's cheerful laughter fell into her ears, and she felt happy in her heart.
Xiaohe took another cotton coat and carefully wrapped it around Wen Jingshan's body and said, "Madam, it's very cold outside.
If you feel cold, don't hold on.
We'll go back right away."
Wen Jingshan nodded casually.
Xiaohe's words were overheard by Ji Xing.
Ji Xinglu patted the snowman's round belly with his small hands.
His movements gradually slowed down and he looked back at Wen Jingshan.
He lowered his head, thought about it, and suddenly had an idea.
"Wait a minute, brother, brother will be out soon," Ji Xingleo said to Ji Xinglan, and ran into the house like a gust of wind.
Wen Jingshan blurted out: "The ground is slippery, please slow down."
Before she could finish her words, Ji Xingleo had already passed her and ran into the house.
Ji Xingluo lingered in the room for a long time, causing Ji Xinglan to look in the direction of the room frequently.
The snow was very cold, and her little hands turned red from the cold.
She held her little hands in front of her lips, puffed up her soft snow cheeks, and yawned.
Patting the snowman firmly made her little hands feel cold and painful.
She stopped patting him and wanted to wait for her brother to do it.
The reason why Wen Jingshan walked out of the room was just to watch Ji Xing play.
Now Ji Xingluo ran back to the house.
She waited and waited, but he didn't come out.
Wen Jingshan held Xiao He's hand and was about to get up and go back to the house.
Ji Xingleo ran out of the house like a gust of wind.
"Here" Ji Xingluo stuffed something warm into Wen Jingshan's hand.
Wen Jingshan's eyes followed Ji Xingluo, watching him run towards Ji Xinglan, holding her sister's hand, and continued to build a snowman while talking to her.
Wen Jingshan lowered her head belatedly and looked at what Ji Xing had stuffed in her hand.
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It was a stone that had been roasted in the fire for a while.
It can also be used as a crude hand warmer.
Wen Jingshan could see that when Ji Xingluo took the stone out of the charcoal brazier, he wiped it with a cotton cloth.
But he was just a kid after all, and he wasn't careful enough to get dirty.
The charcoal stains on the stone stained Wen Jingshan's hands.
Wen Jingshan lowered her eyes and looked at the dark charcoal stains on her palms, but she found them very beautiful.
She curved her lips and smiled softly.
Qian Shun came out of the kitchen with a basin of dirty water.
Just as he splashed the water, he saw Changsheng walking into the yard from outside.
"Changsheng" Qian Shun called him loudly.
Changsheng raised his head listlessly and looked at her.
Qian Shun waved to him: "Don't be lazy, hurry up and help in the kitchen."
Changsheng walked towards the kitchen with his head down.
A group of people are sick and injured.
Today, the only maids busy in the kitchen for the New Year's Eve dinner are Yuanshun, Jixia and Lizi.
Ji Xia injured his leg after falling and was sitting on a bench nearby choosing beans.
Lizi didn't know many things, so she was only given some simple tasks.
"Why are you so wilted?"
Qian Shun asked while cutting the meat quickly with her hands and feet.
Ji Xia, who was picking beans, raised her head and looked at Changsheng curiously, and found that his face seemed to be bruised.
She paused in the movement of her hands and asked in surprise: "What's wrong with your face?"
Changsheng sighed, walked to the stove, sat down to light the fire, and said in a low voice: "I don't know why Changfeng is crazy, but he insists on dragging me to compete in martial arts these two days."
It turned out to be a competition of martial arts.
Hearing what Changsheng said, Ji Xia felt a little relieved.
She lowered her head and continued to choose beans.
She said casually: "Then what are you sighing for?"
Chang Sheng still put the firewood in the fire and said in a low voice: "I can't beat him."
Ji Xia smiled with his eyes bent and said, "Then you should be more angry and beat him as soon as possible."
"Pah, if I could beat him, I would have become the Twelve Sons of the Xuan Realm, and I wouldn't have to light a fire to cook here."
Yushun glanced at Changsheng strangely, thinking that Changfeng had also been angry.
Changsheng whispered again: "If he has itchy hands and comes to Changlin, he is targeting me."
Ji Xia put down the beans in his hand, put his hands on both sides of his lips and played a trumpet, holding his voice and imitating the parrot raised by Changsheng: "Shangsheng is stupid" "You" Changsheng pointed at Ji Xia.
He was about to say something, but suddenly swallowed his words.
He immediately stood up, turned around and walked out.
Ji Xia shouted from behind: "What are you going to do?
Don't be lazy.
Come back and light a fire."
"Go and ask for a wife."
Changsheng walked into the yard and happened to meet Changfeng.
Changfeng frowned and asked: "Why do you want a wife?"
"Talk to Madam about Ji Xia.
The kitchen is short of people.
Go and help light a fire."
Chang Sheng patted Chang Feng on the shoulder, and without stopping, went to look for Gu Jianli.
"Ji Xia" Changfeng read out again.
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The sword eyebrows are slightly relaxed, and the coldness is slightly absent.
Since then, Changfeng has not taken the initiative to seek advice from Changsheng.
However, the Immortal Record was on the cards, and Chang Feng was frequently approached.
During the New Year's Eve dinner, everyone gathers together, regardless of master or servant.
Gu Jianli thought for a while, put down his chopsticks, and said, "There is something I want to tell you."
Everyone stopped to look at her.
"Whether it's Changsheng asking me for Ji Xia, or Changfeng asking me for coriander, my answer is the same.
You don't have to ask me, they are happy to accept you, and it's best for you to come to me to ask for gifts.
That's better."
Gu Jianli glanced at Ji Xia, Qian Ping, Qian An and Qian Shun with a gentle smile, "Of course, if you have any grievances, you can come to me and I will support you."
Ji Wujing sneered, raised his eyelids and looked at Gu Jianli, and asked, "If I feel wronged, can you support me?"
Gu Jianli was stunned and quickly asked: "What's wrong?"
Ji Wujing threw his chopsticks, but Zhong Linghui's perfect handsome face showed a languorous expression.
"The fish in this village are too unpalatable," he said.
Chang Lin couldn't hold back and laughed.
Ji Wujing glanced at him and said with disgust: "It's just a snow.
Changfeng and Changsheng are about to have wives, you are useless."
Chang Lin was stunned and suddenly felt embarrassed.
Chang Sheng suddenly became playful and said jokingly: "There are Xian Ping and Xian An over there.
Do you have any that you like?
There is also Xiao He, and there is Xian Sui who is not here."
"Don't, don't talk nonsense."
Chang Lin stuttered when he spoke nervously, and his face turned red from holding back.
Gu Jianli smiled: "Chang Lin seems to be a down-to-earth person, Chang Sheng, don't tease him."
Ji Wujing sneered: "Killing is the most reliable way." gd1806102: