The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

This Zhao Chen is really strange. Qin Qiong is dead, and he tied a white cloth around his waist.

If the Queen sees it, I'm afraid she will be furious.

Indeed, as a prince, he doesn't know any etiquette. It would be strange if the Queen is not angry later.

Zhao Chen probably hasn't adapted to his identity change yet.

It's normal. If a salted fish turns over, it's still a salted fish.

In the yard, some officials whispered about Zhao Chen, with a hint of dissatisfaction on their faces.

Even though Zhao Chen's identity has now been exposed, many officials still look down upon Zhao Chen.

I just feel that Zhao Chen has been living in the countryside for so many years. Even though he was a prince at the beginning, he has already been homogenized by the countryside.

Where can there be a hint of royalty?

The Queen and Concubine Yang are here. A voice suddenly came from the door.

Everyone followed the sound and saw Queen Changsun and Concubine Yang walking in from the door.

Li Ke and Xiao Li Zhi both followed behind them.

I have met the Queen, Concubine Yang, His Royal Highness the King of Shu, and His Highness the King of Jin. Everyone shouted in unison and bowed their hands.

No ceremony. Empress Changsun waved her hand and walked to the mourning hall with Concubine Yang.

They all came here on behalf of the emperor.

Otherwise, no woman would come to pay homage.

General Qin served the country with loyalty and bravery, and his blood stained the battlefield. People all over the world will remember him.

Boy Huaiyu, you should follow your father's example in the future and don't let your father's reputation go down. Empress Changsun looked at Qin Huaiyu and said softly.

Your Majesty Qin Huaiyu, I will bear in mind the Queen's teachings and never dare to let down my father's reputation. Qin Huaiyu knelt down and said in a deep voice.

Queen...

Ke'er, later you and Chen'er will carry the coffin for General Qin.

Behind Empress Changsun, an official was about to tell her that as a prince, Zhao Chen was wearing a white cloth around his waist, which was indeed inconsistent with etiquette.

Unexpectedly, before she could say her words, Queen Changsun actually asked King Li Ke of Shu to carry Qin Qiong's coffin.

Isn’t this nonsense?

Queen, this is inappropriate. Qin Qiong is a minister, the King of Shu and... Zhao Chen are both princes, and they are kings.

Since ancient times, I have never heard of a precedent of a king carrying a coffin for his ministers.

This move is inconsistent with etiquette. Please take back your order, Queen. Yan Guan gritted his teeth.

Even if it offends the Queen, there are some things he has to say.

Yu Shi Zhang is right. If the prince carries the coffin, people will laugh if word spreads about it.

Please take back the Queen's orders. Another official stood up.

Now that the matter has been revealed, they are not afraid of making things bigger.

you……

That's almost enough. As public officials, you are supervising the royal etiquette. I don't blame you either.

But Zhao Chen has only one thing to say here. If any of you are like Uncle Qin, and shed all your blood on the battlefield to protect the people of the Tang Dynasty, I, Zhao Chen, can even tie hemp ropes around your waists, wear mourning clothes, and personally Carry the coffin.”

Queen Changsun was about to speak, but was interrupted by Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen pointed to Qin Qiong's coffin and said to the officials: Lying here is our general of the Tang Dynasty, a hero who shed his last drop of blood for the Tang Dynasty and the people of the world.

If it weren't for him, Yuan Gaisuwen's army would have pursued us into Cangzhou City, endangering His Majesty's life, and then spreading to the entire hinterland of the Tang Dynasty.

If it weren't for him, would you still be able to stand here quietly and enjoy the peace he fought for for you?

And now, you are still here, accusing him that Qin Qiong does not deserve such treatment.

Zhao Chen just wants to ask you, do you have a conscience?

Several famous officials were made red-faced by Zhao Chen's words.

They were just doing what they should do, but they didn't want to be reprimanded by Zhao Chen like this.

I... Yan Guan said for a moment

I don't know how to argue with Zhao Chen.

Don't back down yet. Wei Zheng walked out and waved to Yan Guan.

He is the old boss of Yushitai, so he naturally speaks with authority.

Moreover, Yan Guan was embarrassed at the moment, and Wei Zheng's words gave him a step.

Several people hurriedly retreated. Wei Zheng looked at Zhao Chen and said with a smile: Although it is inconsistent with etiquette, as you said, Zhao Chen, Qin Qiong died for his country and is a hero of our Tang Dynasty.

Heroes deserve such treatment. .??.

Shu Yu, you will carry the coffin later, too.

Wei Zheng turned around and shouted to his son Wei Shuyu.

Yes, father. Wei Shuyu nodded.

A smile appeared on Queen Changsun's face.

She was thinking just now that she couldn't change the thoughts of those stubborn officials.

I didn't expect Zhao Chen to make them ashamed with just a few words.

A good sentence, do you have a conscience?

I'll leave this place to you. I and Concubine Yang will return to the palace first. Empress Changsun left a word and did not stay here any longer.

Then he returned to the palace with Concubine Yang.

None of the officials dared to say anything bad about Zhao Chen at this moment.

Many people have a good impression of Zhao Chen.

At least as a bystander, Zhao Chen vindicated the hero's name, which shows that he can distinguish the important from the important.

Zhao Chen doesn't care much about his reputation outside of him.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Zhao Chen acts a little wantonly!

Huaiyu, it's almost time. Clean up the mourning hall and let's bury General Qin. Wei Zheng looked outside and realized that it was getting late.

It is also time to raise the coffin.

Qin Huaiyu's eyes were red, he nodded, and waved to the servants in the mansion.

Everyone quickly packed up.

The nanmu coffin is very heavy, with four thick pieces of wood wrapped in white cloth extending under the coffin.

Zhao Chen, Cheng Chumo, Li Ke,

Wei Shuyu and other eight people stood in their respective positions.

Lift the coffin. Wei Zheng shouted.

General Qin, get on your way. Eight people shouted in unison.

The cry of Qin Mansion's servants came from behind.

The coffin was lifted steadily, and Qin Huaiyu, holding a spiritual flag, walked at the front of the procession.

The coffin left the Qin Mansion and went onto the street.

Zhaoling is located northeast of Chang'an City.

The people of Chang'an also knew that today was the day of Qin Qiong's funeral, so they gathered in nearby streets.

Seeing Qin Qiong's coffin come out, the people bowed their heads one after another, and there was no sound in the entire street.

Mother, who are they carrying? A slightly childish voice sounded.

What they are carrying is the hero of the Tang Dynasty. The voice of the woman beside him sounded.

The ministers followed behind.

Someone heard the conversation between mother and son, and instantly felt extremely ashamed.

Even these ordinary people knew that Qin Qiong was a hero who died fighting for his country, but they only saw Zhao Chen's so-called disrespectful behavior.

ashamed!

Many officials covered their faces with their hands, not daring to look into the eyes of these ordinary people.

The coffin quickly arrived at the city gate, and the gatekeeper was Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin stood in the center of the city gate, looking at Qin Qiong's coffin coming slowly in front, and quietly wiped his eyes.

He and Qin Qiong are old acquaintances, and their relationship is irreversible.

Unexpectedly, Qin Qiong left first.

Old man, didn't we agree that we should live a few more years? Cheng Yaojin looked at Qin Qiong's coffin and muttered in a low voice.

Send to General Qin! Cheng Yaojin suddenly shouted.

Send to General Qin!

Send to General Qin!

Send to General Qin!

The soldiers from the city tower and city gate shouted three times in unison, with overwhelming momentum.

In the distance, a white crane flew by and disappeared without a trace.