In the banquet hall, Zhu Biao was coughing up blood. The eunuchs were in a panic. Instead of looking for an imperial doctor for Zhu Biao, they took him to the side hall to change into a new mourning dress.

"The officials will be here soon. If they see it, they will think wildly."

"For the sake of the country, Your Highness, I beg you to take care of your golden body."

The old eunuch burst into tears and begged Zhu Biao to stop crying.

"Your Majesty locked himself in Kunning Palace and did not show his face. Our Ming Dynasty depends entirely on you, inside and outside."

This sentence solved Chen Yunfu's doubts. No wonder he didn't see Zhu Biao coming until now. Zhu Yuanzhang was so sad that he locked himself up.

This is a major event for the Queen's death. There are so many regulations that need to be arranged inside and outside the capital. Of course, Zhu Biao has to sit in person and discuss it with all the officials. How can he have time to watch the funeral?

It’s pretty quick to finish all the arrangements for this day.

Zhu Biao finally stopped talking and followed the eunuchs to change clothes in despair. Then he knelt on a futon in front of him with eyes blank, staring at Queen Ma's coffin in a daze.

Chen Yunfu glanced at it furtively several times and sighed inwardly.

Mother and son have a deep love, and it can be seen that Zhu Biao was severely hurt by this.

Thinking about the fact that his eldest son Zhu Xiongying had just died a few months ago, and now his mother had died, his mind was severely damaged at such a young age. It would be better if he took good care of himself, but if he continued to struggle, it would be no wonder that he died in his prime.

Zhu Biao, Zhu Biao, it is true that he only has a few years left to live.

As time went by, more and more people came to Jiyan Hall, probably the dignitaries and courtiers in Beijing.

Regardless of whether it was true or false, as soon as this group of people arrived, Chen Yunfu could not recite the sutra happily, and his ears were filled with all kinds of wailing sounds.

The sadness was even worse than Zhu Biao's, and those who didn't know it thought it was their mother who died.

So, true or false.

Chen Yunfu didn't believe it. Queen Ma lived in the palace all year round. How many of these foreign ministers could see Feng Rong in person, let alone have any feelings.

Unfortunately, not only can I cry, but I can also cry deeply and heartbreakingly.

The courtiers refused to cry, but the crying aroused Zhu Biao's heartache. Zhu Biao, who had finally regained his composure, was brought to tears by the atmosphere and burst into tears.

"Queen mother, queen mother, cough cough cough cough!"

Zhu Biao's condition was so bad that Chen Yunfu's heart was beating with fright when he saw it, and he knocked the wooden fish in his hand unnaturally a few times.

The change in rhythm caught Yao Guangxiao's attention, and he tilted his head slightly and whispered.

"Why is your heart so troubled?"

"Prince..."

Yao Guangxiao's hand also paused for a moment, but soon he started hitting again, with a moderate and normal rhythm, without any disorder. He just closed his eyes slightly and said silently: "The heart pulse is weak, the bad energy is full, and the luck will not last long."

What he said was so scary that Chen Yunfu was dumbfounded and in disbelief.

I never imagined that Yao Guangxiao's ability to recognize people's faces was so terrible. He could tell that Zhu Biao's fate was not long-term just by looking at him?

After secretly swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Chen Yunfu continued to speak in a low voice.

"Well, senior brother, since you have a sharp eye and can recognize it at a glance, do you want to report it?"

Affected by some exchanges in later generations, Chen Yunfu naturally also talked about topics such as "If Zhu Biao had not died, what would have happened to the Ming Dynasty", so he also had the idea of ​​​​preserving Zhu Biao's life in his heart.

But after saying this, Chen Yunfu felt a little regretful.

Zhu Biao's eldest son Zhu Xiongying has died young, and now his eldest son is Zhu Yunwen. If Zhu Biao really survives and becomes Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty, a hundred years later, the throne will definitely belong to Zhu Yunwen.

How could Emperor Jianwen, who was incapable of doing anything, be any better than the God of War in Tumubao, Emperor Mingmen.

Besides, if Zhu Biao survives, what future does Yao Guangxiao have, and what future does Chen Yunfu have?

I am just a young novice, so what qualifications do I have to control the heart of the Ming Prince?

The control is too broad.

Chen Yunfu was still talking about his faults, but Yao Guangxiao's voice rang in his ears.

"We are monks who recite sutras, not doctors who hang pots. There are imperial doctors in the palace. We have special skills. They treat diseases and save people. The imperial doctors are much better than I, Yao."

Chen Yunfu's eyebrows jumped.

Yes, there are hundreds of top medical experts in the world gathered in the Imperial Palace Hospital. Even Yao Guangxiao can see the symptoms. Can these medical experts detect the disease?

Did they not say it or did they not want to say it?

Conspiracy theories are not allowed. Anyway, Chen Yunfu just thought about it for a moment, and he was so shocked that he was covered in cold sweat and kept talking about it.

The palace is too scary, but the temple is better.

The sound of wailing in the banquet hall continued until nearly Hai hour. During this period, some of the founders of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion also came. After wailing for three times, they left, and did not stay to keep vigil like the other officials.

I don't know why.

"Let's also go to the side hall to rest."

At this time, Yao Guangxiao stopped the wooden fish in his hand, nodded to Chen Yunfu and stood up.

The latter was slightly startled.

"Senior brother, is it okay?"

"Do you think you can kneel here for seven days and seven nights?" Yao Guangxiao said, "Just leave the four of them here to watch and chant sutras. We will replace them tomorrow morning."

A day and night shift is required for the wake, otherwise the iron-clad Vajra would not be able to kneel for seven consecutive days.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Biao was helped away by several eunuchs half an hour ago.

It's just that the officials haven't dispersed yet.

Chen Yunfu, who got up, took one look and hurriedly followed Yao Guangxiao.

"Don't worry about those officials, they are reluctant to leave. The longer they kneel, the more loyal they are."

Not to mention that the court only stipulates three days, even if you really kneel for seven days, there are many officials in the capital who are filial sons and grandsons who are willing to kneel.

Even if he kneels down to death, it doesn't matter.

It would be much more honorable to die on one's knees in the wake of the Queen than to die of exhaustion in office.

Doing the work of the country and being worried about being pulled away by Zhu Yuanzhang to light up the sky lanterns, compared to doing the work of the state, keeping a vigil is much more comfortable.

If you live, you will be promoted to an official position, and if you die on your knees, you will be granted the title of wife Yinzi.

"All those who can be officials are human beings. Who can't see the emperor's deep affection for the late empress? How could the imperial edict in Chengtianmen be posted in vain?"

Yao Guangxiao walked in front, and Chen Yunfu followed behind and nodded vigorously.

There is nothing wrong with saying this.

Anyone can look down upon him, but he cannot look down upon an official.

Especially in the ancient political context of monarchy and dictatorship, bureaucrats with a rank of third grade or above.

These people's professional skills may not be as good as those of any section chief or division chief in later generations, but their brains for figuring out what to do are, tsk tsk, not on the same level at all.

"Does senior brother want to be an official in the future?"

Chen Yunfu followed in a hurry, pretending to catch this sentence casually.

Yao Guangxiao stroked his beard and smiled, shaking his head.
Chapter completed!