Netizens uploaded seventy-two new emperors (part one)

  Lu Yuan entered the Chang Le Palace and wept bitterly with her mother. Zhang Yan wore a small mourning dress, standing under the Pepper Chamber Hall, waiting for her grandmother and mother.

  Unconsciously, three years have passed. In the past three years, the girl's figure has become much taller and slender, the small cheongsam made of fine linen fabric outlines her elegant curves, and she has some of the plumpness and sweetness of a young girl.

  "The Crown Prince's grand procession is coming." The palace maid whispered to the princess with a hint of excitement.

  Zhang Yan was stunned for a moment, looked far away, and indeed saw the corner of the prince's carriage. For some reason, she felt a little scared in her heart, took a step back and hid.

  "Zhang's wife," said Zhang Ze, the commander of the Imperial Guard, as he came out from the palace, "what if the Empress remembers you later and can't find you? You'd better go back and wait."

  "What business of yours is it?" She retorted irritably, turning her head back, Zhang Ze didn't dare to speak again and could only follow closely behind.

  The water in the flying ditch is clear and smooth, rolling up small waves. Zhang Yan walks along the flying ditch, occasionally looking at the rushing spring and herself in the spring. How many worldly affairs have been washed away by the flowing water? No matter how many heroes there are, they will all eventually be lost to the flowing water; no matter how beautiful a woman is, she will ultimately become a withered skeleton. Year after year, spring has passed, but spring will come again. The Longle Temple is still the same as it was before. Where are those old people who played and frolicked by the flying ditch in the past?

  For a moment, Zhang Yan felt a mix of emotions.

  "Your Majesty——" A faint cry echoed from afar.

  She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. "That's Qiuniang from the Temple of Gods," Zhang Ze said with a smile. "Tomorrow, she wants to follow the late Emperor's hearse to Changling Mausoleum, but the Empress Dowager did not allow it. Originally, she was just a lady, what qualifications does she have to send off the late Emperor's coffin? It's really laughable and pitiful."

  "Oh." Zhang Yan nodded.

  A gust of wind blew by, and Ji Yi's voice became clearer again. She was muttering under her breath, "Lü Zhi, you won't come to a good end."

  Zhang Yan's face changed color, and he turned around sternly, saying, "Lord Zhang, after my uncle ascended to the throne as the new emperor, Ah Po became the Empress Dowager, didn't she?"

  Zhang Ze couldn't see through her meaning and nodded with a smile, "The Crown Prince is about to ascend the throne. As the mother of the Crown Prince, it's natural for the Empress to become the Empress Dowager."

  "What crime should be committed by someone who openly insults the empress dowager of a country?"

  On May 3rd, the Crown Prince escorted the coffin and buried it in Changling Mausoleum.

  That day there was no sun, nor wind, the sweltering heat unique to early summer, Chang'an City was damp and humid, the air was sticky. The Northern and Southern Armies strengthened the palace gate guards. Civil and military officials removed their hats, wearing white robes and white headscarves, standing outside the Changle Hall.

  At the fourth watch, the body was placed in a coffin. The two dragon heads were made of white jade and had carvings of dragons, phoenixes, tortoises, and other auspicious animals. This was the final resting place of Emperor Liu Bang of the Han Dynasty. Computer station

  The empress, the crown prince and other members of the imperial family, as well as the three dukes and high officials, mourned beside the coffin. Following the rituals of bathing, dressing, placing ice, minor encoffining and major encoffining, all the rites were completed. Forty-eight palace women in white attire and white headwear carried the two-zhang-long dragon-headed white jade coffin out of the Changle Palace's west gate, proceeding along Zhangtai Street to the imperial mausoleum.

  When Zhen Palace was leaving the north gate of Chang Le Palace, Qi Yi wore a thin dress and leaned against the pillar in Yong Xiang, facing the direction of Long Shou Mountain with tears streaming down. Your Majesty, I finally know how insignificant I am. When you were alive, I accepted your thousands of favors. Now that you're dead, I don't even have the qualifications to send you on your last journey. Lu Lü, that old woman... Qi Yi gritted her teeth suddenly. She was too overbearing, ordering people to throw me into Yong Xiang, ordering people to strip off my fine clothes and jewelry, treating me as a lowly rice-pounding slave girl in Chang Le Palace. But she can't take away the love I have for you. No matter how Lu Lü turns her hand, Your Majesty, in your heart... there is only one person.

  When the white jade coffin reached the bottom of Hengmen Gate, Taichang Chen shouted "Kneel!" Zhang Yan immediately knelt down beside her mother on the street of Chang'an, deeply bowing her head.

  The person in the white jade coffin, did I love him? Lost among the crowd, Zhang Yan asked herself. The high emperor was called a hero, but he had never purely loved her. So she couldn't purely repay him either. Her feelings for him were far from as deep as those of her mother, grandmother and uncle. Yet when he died, she knelt on the long street to see him off on his last journey. The dust on the street blew into her eyes, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

  Before she bowed her head, she clearly saw that at the front of the procession was a young man wearing the heaviest mourning attire, carrying the coffin with a gaunt expression and a face paler than his hemp clothing. For a moment, she almost thought that the grief that followed would crush him in the next instant. But he just pursed his lips and walked steadily step by step. There was a kind of flexibility in his bones, unyielding to adversity.

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  "If you're not afraid of being skinned, then continue to scold the Empress Dowager." In the dark alley, a coarse-looking old woman threw a bowl of coarse food in front of Qi Yi, "However, this time it's not the Empress Dowager who wronged you. I heard that Zhang Gong said that it was not the Empress Dowager who sent you to the dark alley, but rather the eldest daughter-in-law of the Grand Princess's household."

  Qī Yì's eyes widened in shock.

  It is most lamentable that in this world we cannot see each other again; heroes grow old and die, beauties become dust.

  The city gate was majestic and solemn, silently watching the long line of people kneeling on the roadside in the wind and dust. They had red eyes, wore mourning clothes, and knelt to see off the founding emperor of the Great Han Dynasty, bowing again and again, refusing to get up.

  What kind of person was the one lying in the white jade coffin, what was his temperament, who did he love and hate in his life, what made him proud and what regrets did he have... Even whether he was a hero or a scoundrel, they didn't know and didn't need to know.

  They just knew that this man brought them a peaceful world.

  Those who have experienced the bitterness of chaos cherish peace, and only with peace comes hope. In this world, there is something extremely precious yet extremely small, it's called the people's heart.

  The people's hearts are the hardest to win over, because they are difficult to unify; yet, the people's hearts are also the simplest, for those who have suffered too much are easily satisfied.

  From Xuanmen Gate exit Chang'an, then travel another twenty li to reach Longshouyuan Mausoleum.

  Since the seventh year of Han, the capital was fixed in Chang'an, and the construction of the mausoleum began. Until now, it has been built for five years, but it is not yet fully completed. However, the majestic and magnificent appearance of the mausoleum shows the grandeur of a generation of overlords who swallowed up the world.

  When Liu Ying suddenly shed tears at the tomb, it was his father buried in this tomb. He loved and hated but forever was his closest father. They were not as close to each other as ordinary fathers and sons, but he had always admired and adored his father.

  When Liu Ying walked out of the Mausoleum, he wiped away his tears and put his hands behind his back. He looked down at Chang'an from the top of Longshou Mountain. The grandeur of the two palaces, Changle and Weiyang, was magnificent, with white flags hanging all over the city. The national mourning was overwhelming. His father's era, which had been behind him, slowly closed with the stone gate of the Mausoleum. From now on, his own era would begin.

  Sorrow, joy, hesitation, perplexity, all sorts of thoughts were turning over in Liu Ying's mind at the same time. Her facial expression was complex.

  After returning from the Long Mausoleum, Lü Zhi bathed and changed her clothes. Su Mo carefully applied a fragrant hair oil to her hair and combed it out. The fragrance of the hair oil was light and nourishing for her hair. After using it for years, her hair had become smooth and silky, although not as luxuriant as Qi Yi's. When she let it down, it was still a captivating sight. "By the way, is Qi Yi still causing trouble?" Lü Zhi suddenly asked.

  "This," Su Mo hesitated, biting his lip, "I heard from Zhang Ze that two days ago, Qi Yi scolded the Empress Dowager again. Coincidentally, it was overheard by Zhang's wife. She was furious and played a trick on Qi Yi, sending him to Yongxiang to hull rice."

  She lowered her head and waited for a long time without hearing Lü Yu's voice, raised her head to see Lü Yu rubbing the waistband of her clothes, the copper mirror reflecting her slightly curved lips, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not quite. "This Ah Yan, she is simply a worm in my belly. Wholeheartedly and deliberately sticking to me. However, it's also good - let's pretend we don't know for now, and let Qi Yi grind rice inside for a few days before speaking."

  In the summer of the 12th year of Han, in the fourth month on the day of ji si, Crown Prince Liu Ying ascended to the throne as the new emperor.

  Because the former emperor had just passed away, the ancestral temple was not yet completed. Emperor Taishang ascended to the throne in the Temple of the Supreme Emperor and discussed the posthumous title of the former emperor. All the ministers said: "The High Ancestor rose from humble beginnings, reversed the chaos and restored order, pacified the world, and became the Great Ancestor of Han." The superior title was that of the High Emperor.

  The Chancellor Xiao He presented the "Shang Shu - Gu Ming" and said: "Taibao Cheng Jiegui, Shangzong Feng Tongmao, by the steps of the throne. The Grand Historian holds the book, by the guest steps, to receive the king's edict." Requesting that the Crown Prince ascend to the emperor's position, and at the same time honor Empress Lü as the Empress Dowager. It was decreed: "It is permissible." Thereupon, all officials changed into auspicious attire and exited. Xiao He ascended from the steps of the throne, sat facing north, and bowed his head to read the edict: "In the 12th year of the Han Dynasty, in the summer, on the fourth month, on the day of Ji Si, I respectfully consult with the High Emperor's noble virtues, shining brightly over the four seas; the Great Emperor did not live out his years. I consider that the Marquis of Huaiyin, Emperor Hui's eldest son, is humble, kind, and gentle, diligent from a young age, suitable to inherit the ancestral temple and continue the great undertaking. Examining the Han state, allowing him to hold its center... May the Emperor strive for it!" After finishing, he transmitted the imperial jade seal and ribbon, facing east on his knees, and presented it to Crown Prince Ying, who then ascended to the emperor's position at the age of 17. This was later known as Emperor Hui of Han.

  Liu Ying, holding the imperial seal and ribbon, turned around, and below the imperial steps, the Three Dukes, high-ranking officials, civil and military officials, and all the princes and nobles knelt down, "Long live Your Majesty."

  Liu Ying stood on the imperial steps, looking down at the people in black robes and high hats with wide sleeves kneeling and bowing below, stretching from inside the temple to outside. Yesterday he saw them, maybe even called out "Uncle" or "Elder", but in an instant, they all knelt down in the hall, calling out "Your Majesty", showing respect and reverence.

  This is what it means to reign supreme over all under heaven.

  Emperor Xiaohui ordered the construction of a grand temple between Nan'an Gate and Wangqu in Changle Palace, to offer sacrifices to the spirit of Emperor Gao. At the same time, he ordered the princes and marquises of various counties and states to build temples for Emperor Gao within their respective borders, and to hold annual sacrificial rituals at the appointed times.

  Xiao He was appointed as the new Chancellor, Zhou Bo of Junping was appointed as the Grand Commandant, Xiahou Ying was appointed as the Grand Coachman, and Sun Shu Tong was appointed as the Grand Preceptor. The jade seal, the pearl of the Marquis of Rong, and the sword that had killed a snake were handed over to the Grand Commandant. An edict was issued to all officials, who all bowed down and hailed "Long live the Emperor!" Then, an envoy was sent to order the opening of the city gates and palace gates, and the dismissal of the troops guarding them. All officials and officers put on mourning attire according to custom. Military officers wore their armor. The Three Dukes and the Grand Preceptor followed the usual protocol.

  The new emperor returned to the palace and was busy until late at night, only then did he let out a sigh of relief. Chang Yu carefully attended to him from the side, seeing his busyness, came forward to advise, "Your Majesty, why not take a rest?"

  "No." Liu Ying shook her head, "I want to go see Mother Empress."

  When the emperor's procession was heading towards the Pepper Chamber, Liu Ying suddenly felt some regret again. At this time, the empress dowager should have been resting already? He pursed his lips tightly and looked at the palace buildings in the dark night, which could only be seen in outline, stretching from east to west, all the way to Weiyang.

  If we can enjoy ourselves forever, why must it come to an end?

  The candles in the outer chamber were still lit, and the Emperor had specifically instructed them to be quiet, not to disturb the Empress Dowager inside. So when Su Mo came out, he saw a figure standing under the corridor, and after being startled for a moment, he recognized it was Liu Ying.

  "Your Highness—" she called out, suddenly changing her words, "it should be Your Majesty now." She slightly curtsied with a smile.

  "Get up." Liu Ying smiled slightly and asked, "I just want to accompany the empress dowager for a while. There's no need to disturb her, just stand quietly."

  "Don't," Su Mo said with a smile, "the empress will surely be heartbroken if she hears about it tomorrow. I'll go call her."

  Inside the temple, candles were lit. Liu Ying saw her mother hastily coming out, waking up from a midnight dream. She was only wearing a white hemp mourning dress, holding her hand and scolding, "Foolish child." But her eyes were empty and red.

  "Mother." Liu Ying rested her head on Lü Zhi's shoulder and apologized, "Did I disturb you?"

  The faint scent of grass surrounded him, "Nothing." Lü Wei smiled and said, "After your father left, I haven't been sleeping well these past few nights either. You're here, just in time to keep the empress company and have a chat."

  "Hmm." Liu Ying nodded slightly, her eyes calm and serene. "When my son closes his eyes, he will think of Father Emperor. When doing something, he will think about what Father Emperor would do? Will he praise me for being good or say that I don't understand things?"

  This Chang Le Palace, Father Emperor lived for five years, every place is filled with his shadow, touching it makes one's heart startled. "Ying Er." Empress Lü pulled him over and said seriously, "Empress Dowager knows you have deep feelings for your father emperor, but your father emperor has already passed away, you must learn to stand up on your own."

  "Okay." Liu Ying shivered and straightened her back.

  "Listen, Ying'er," Lü Zhi said coldly, "your father the Emperor passed away suddenly. Your uncles and brothers as well as the vassals and high-ranking generals will return to mourn. We must find a way to send them back, don't let them linger in Chang'an under the pretext of national mourning."

  "They are also sorrowful parents," Liu Ying frowned and said, "No need to be so unfeeling, right?"

  "Except for you," Lü Zhi said, poking her son's head with a bitter tone, "who among them is truly mourning the late Emperor? They are staying in Chang'an, sowing the seeds of disaster."

  Liu Ying thought for a moment and reluctantly said, "Alright, I'll follow Mother's arrangements."

  Lü Zhi smiled, gazing lovingly at her son's clear profile, with a mother's pride in her eyes. "My Yiren, he's become the Emperor today. When I gave birth to you, I never dared to think of such a day."

  Liu Ying smiled slightly, and the atmosphere in the Pepper Chamber was serene and peaceful.

  This is the last chapter of Volume 1, divided into two parts.

  Then, two days later, enter the second volume: The mountain has wood and the wood has branches.

  Cough cough, I apologize for the too serious issue of the supporting actors stealing the show in Da Feng Juan Zhong.

  But it gets better from the second volume onwards. The title of this chapter is "The mountain has wood, the wood has branches, my heart delights in you, but you don't know."

  Finally have emotional scenes. Moved to tears.

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