I Don't Want To Fight Anymore After Wearing An Outer Room Chapter 616

   Birth, old age, sickness and death are irresistible forces of nature. Even with the backing of the entire Taikang Hospital, Taikang's illness has come to an end. When the light came back, not only the prince was present, but also several important ministers in the court.

   In front of everyone, Emperor Taikang personally ordered the imperial concubine to be executed, and the sixth prince was imprisoned. Although he didn't take his life, this punishment should be worse than death for him.

  At the end, Emperor Taikang also mentioned a little news about Shangshu, and the prince's heart was aroused, for fear that he would leave some ridiculous will. Fortunately, he just mentioned it, and he didn't say anything more when he learned that his wife was seriously ill.

Emperor Taikang passed away. The prince had already prepared for it, and the ministers were also prepared. They have been waiting for this day since the day the prince supervised the country. They thought it would only be three or five months. Lived for more than a year.

  The death of the emperor is a national mourning, and the whole country mourns, and the people prohibit all entertainment activities.

  Wen Jiuxiao immediately asked the whole mansion to change from bright clothes to plain clothes. White flags were hung in the mansion, and even the furnishings in the house were replaced with simple and elegant ones. Then he hurried into the palace.

  As the Minister of the Household Department, how could he not be there at the critical moment of power transfer?

  The prince has long been in charge of the country, and Emperor Taikang is a great leader. There is no doubt that he ascended the throne as emperor. In order to show filial piety, it is natural to observe filial piety first and then ascend to the throne.

  The post-enthronement mentioned here refers to holding the enthronement ceremony.

  A country cannot be left alone for a day, especially when the first emperor passed away, which is a politically sensitive period. The timely ascension of the new emperor is a necessary condition for political stability. Therefore, there is the enthronement before the spirit. According to the last emperor's edict, the new emperor ascends the throne before the spirit of the Daxing emperor, completes the transfer of power, and performs the duties of the emperor.

   That's what the prince did. Emperor Taikang died the day before, and he ascended the throne the next day at the respectful invitation of all the courtiers. The courtiers shouted long live. Followed by mourning and filial piety.

During the period when the late emperor died, the ministers and his wives were ordered to go to the palace to cry and mourn. The young ones were fine, but the elders and old ladies who were old were really tortured for them, and they dared not ask for leave, otherwise they would be "great to the late emperor." If the charge of "disrespect" is charged, the whole family will be doomed.

  Others dare not ask for leave easily, but Wen Jiuxiao did it for Yu Zhi. No one said anything, after all, Shangshu Xiaowen did not go to court for three whole days before, and I heard that his wife was on her deathbed, although she was rescued in the end, but everyone tacitly knew that her life would not be long. Didn't you see Xiaowen Shangshu and his son, one of them looked uglier than the other?

  The ups and downs outside could not reach Pingbeihou's mansion, so Yu Zhi just stayed in the mansion to recover from his illness without asking about anything. Her spirit was getting better day by day, and her "illness" came and went in an inexplicable way.

  Wen Jiuxiao looked at Yu Zhi who had come back to life again, and the corners of his lips fluttered every day. If it wasn't for the national mourning period, he would have wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

   "Is that so happy?" Yu Zhi touched the corner of his lips, his chin had a new beard stubble, and it was a bit prickly, but Yu Zhi's hand stroked it, never tired of it.

  Wen Jiuxiao grabbed her hand with indulgence on his face. It stands to reason that at his age, he should have grown a beard long ago. After all, his eldest son can marry a wife, and he is in a high position, so shaving every day will inevitably make people feel unsteady.

  However, Zhizhi doesn't like him growing a beard, saying that he is so old-fashioned and not handsome, standing with her like a father and daughter...

  What can Wen Jiuxiao do? What is the gossip of colleagues, his family is the most important. What happened to him being young? It's useless for them to be envious and jealous.

"Happy!" He held her in his arms, and measured her with his hand, "Take care of her again, and I'll take you out to relax when I take a rest." She was still too thin. Weaker than before.

  Yu Zhi glanced at him, and reminded: "Now we are guarding the country's funeral." The folks have stopped all entertainment activities, and he is the Minister of the Ministry of Households and his wife to play, waiting for the impeachment of the censor.

Wen Jiuxiao kissed her finger, "When you recover well, you will be leaving for the national funeral." The new emperor's filial piety is on the 27th, and as a courtier, in order to show respect for the late emperor, he will naturally have to observe it for a few more months . Although there is no explicit requirement, you can't just feast and have fun once the 27th is over, right? Isn't that passing the handle to others?

"After the national funeral, I'll make new clothes for you." The previous clothes are all old, and this time, her illness is like a hurdle, and her passing heralds a new life. A new start and everything must be new of.

   "Okay!" Yu Zhi readily agreed, "I just like to wear beautiful new clothes." She looked at the black on his body, and said, "I'll make you new clothes too, in...colors other than black."

  Perhaps because of his age, Yu Zhi especially likes to see other people wearing brightly colored clothes. Like her big brother, he was dressed in a pink brocade robe with dark patterns, as bright as a peach blossom on a branch in spring.

  Wen Jiuxiao, you can't wear pink anymore, but dark red, duck blue, lake blue…you can still wear it.

  Yu Zhi looked at the man beside him, he was indeed very eye-catching, from the curvature of the eyes, to the straight bridge of the nose, to the slightly curved lips with a slight smile, everything was perfect, exuding a touch of dignity.

   "Why, you don't like it?" Yu Zhi looked at him with a smile, "I like to see you wearing bright colors."

  Wen Jiuxiao heard this, and looked at her with dark eyes.

  Yu Zhi snorted, "You are my man, I can dress you up however I want, and I can dress you in whatever color clothes I want. If you don't accept rebuttals, just admit it."

  Her chin was slightly raised, a little arrogant, but her tone was soft.

   "Okay, I'll listen to you." Wen Jiuxiao seemed helpless, but in fact he was very happy. She was still there, she could still smile at him, she could still fight with him, she was standing in front of him so vividly, he could see and touch him, that was enough.

  He doesn't care about fame and fortune, gains and losses, even the assassination on the return trip can be forgiven!

   Ah, anyway, the damned person is already dead, so he generously ignored it.

   It seems that merit is useful, so let him continue to be a good official in the future! And the incense from the Huguo Temple must continue to be burned!

   Huahua is very happy, walking with wind.

  Gu Huaiwei was surprised, thinking that she had picked up money.

   Huahua rolled her eyes at him, "My mother is cured!"

  My mother recovered from her illness, my father was happy, my elder brother was happy, my younger brother was happy, sister Xiaodie was happy, and the whole family was happy.

  The sky opened, the dark clouds cleared, and I was a child who was loved by someone again!

   "Go, go, go, hurry back and help me with my homework!" Huahua took Gu Huaiwei's hand, the two ran fast, and their mood was high.

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