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The autumn breeze brings a refreshing chill, and the golden leaves are falling outside the palace, signaling the end of an era. The funeral of Empress Zhao Qinglan is held in the Southern Liang palace, with grandeur and Xiao Zhan ity, demonstrating the esteemed position of the mother of the nation.
The great hall is covered in white cloth, symbolizing purity and mourning, and the entire palace is immersed in a sense of desolation and silence. Civil and military officials, leaders of major clans, and envoys from various regions all come to the front of the hall wearing mourning clothes, expressing their deep sorrow for the empress.
In the center of the hall, Chao Qinglan's coffin is placed on a high platform, surrounded by her favorite items from her lifetime and symbols of her royal status. Each guest who comes to pay their respects stands Xiao Zhan ly to the side, offering white flowers and incense in sequence, praying for the queen's soul to rest in peace.
Emperor Xiao Yan is dressed in mourning attire, looking haggard. He sits in the main position in front of the coffin, accompanied by his children, including his eldest daughter Xiao Yuelan, who has rushed from a distant place, as well as the young Xiao Yao, Xiao Sa, and Xiao Yi. Their faces are filled with sorrow and reluctance, tears in their eyes as they hold white cloth, expressing deep affection and respect for their mother.
During the mourning period, both inside and outside the palace, the consumption of meat is strictly prohibited. Only vegetarian offerings are presented to the gods and to mourn the deceased. In the middle of the night, no entertainers such as singers or musicians are summoned to perform in the palace. All forms of entertainment are suspended as a sign of mourning and respect for the queen.
At the funeral, Xiao Yan slowly rises and his voice echoes in the silent hall: " Qinglan was not only my queen, but also the mother of Southern Liang. Her kindness and wisdom will be forever remembered in our hearts. Today, we bid farewell not only to her physical body, but also to her spirit and love."
Later, civil and military officials and nobles came forward to speak, recounting their experiences with Chao Qinglan and her contributions to the country and the people. Each story was like a flower offered to her, layering her lifetime of virtues and achievements.
The entire funeral proceeded with Xiao Zhan ity and dignity, with each aspect expressing deep mourning and profound respect for Chao Qinglan. As the final joss stick rose slowly, the bright moonlight filtered through the window lattice and fell upon the coffin, seemingly silently expressing eternal remembrance for this great empress.
The atmosphere was Xiao Zhan and Xiao Zhan. For the funeral of Empress Zhao Qinglan, the entire hall was covered with white cloth, leaving only the faint light of flickering silver candles. Emperor Xiao Yan, dressed in dark mourning attire, with a face as pale as gold leaf, stood in front of the spirit, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.
Chao Qinglan lay quietly in a coffin made of ivory, dressed in a magnificent queen's gown and wearing an exquisite phoenix crown. Her face was peaceful, as if she still maintained the dignity and elegance of the royal family in her long sleep.
Xiao Yan took a deep breath and gently touched the cold jade on the coffin. " Qinglan, look, this is still our home," his voice was deep and full of emotion.
The civil and military officials of the court, the leaders of the major clans, prince and princesses, as well as foreign envoys, gathered together, dressed in plain clothes and with sorrow on their faces. They came forward one by one to bow before the spirit, showing their mourning. This funeral was not only a farewell ceremony for the queen, but also a gathering of prominent figures in the Southern The Prince of Liang Dynasty.
Elder daughter Xiao Yuelan rushed back from afar and stood beside the coffin, tears streaming down her face. She whispered, "Mother, Yuelan has returned. I will remember everything you taught me, and your wisdom and kindness will forever guide me."
Young daughters Xiao Yao and Xiao Sa stood beside their mother's coffin, crying in deep sorrow. Even six-year-old Xiao Yi, though not fully understanding the meaning of passing, sensed the heavy atmosphere and silently shed tears as well.
As the funeral proceeded, Xiao Yan stepped forward slowly, holding a pair of exquisite Orchid earrings and a precious Jade ornament in his hands. He whispered softly, "These are the earrings we bought in the small town. You said they were simple and elegant, just like you. And this Jade ornament, I have always worn it, representing my heart. Now, I leave them all to you, hoping they will accompany you through this final journey."
Gently placing the earrings and Jade ornament into the coffin, Xiao Yan's movements appeared particularly careful and tender.
Emperor Xiao Yan stood alone in front of the coffin, quietly gazing at the peaceful face of Chao Qinglan.
She seemed to be sleeping, with a faint smile on her face, as if dreaming of the brilliant times of the past. Endless sorrow and longing surged in Xiao Yan's heart, and he murmured softly, " Qinglan, do you still remember? The springs, summers, autumns, and winters we walked through together, the laughter and tears day and night."
The surrounding civil and military officials, clan leaders, and even envoys from afar all silently pay their final respects to the queen. Every bow and every offering of flowers is a tribute to her life.
Suddenly, a sound breaks the silence. The priest says, "Seal the coffin, Your Majesty's time has come."
Even if Emperor Xiao Yan is reluctant, he can only let go.
Then, he ordered the coffin to be closed, took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all the grief and reluctance in his heart.
The soldiers silently closed the coffin and lifted it slowly, heading towards the direction of the Imperial Mausoleum underground.
Along the way, countless people knelt and wept, their cries and eulogies intertwining with the chilly wind, piercing through the dusk of autumn.
In the night, as the coffin was placed in the dark and unseen Imperial Mausoleum, all sorrow and joy gradually ceased, and the entire Southern Liang seemed to fall into silence.
But in this silence, Chao Qinglan's life and love continued to shine in people's hearts like an unextinguishable candle, radiating a warm and steadfast light.
In a hazy dream, Zhang Yi, a modern man of the 20th century, witnessed the appearance of a woman whose attire closely resembled that of a tomb occupant unearthed from an ancient grave.
The woman walked slowly towards Zhang Yi, expressing her gratitude. Upon closer observation, Zhang Yi was surprised to find that the person had the face of Chao Qinglan.
It turned out that in this dream, Zhang Yi encountered the soul of the tomb's owner, Chao Qinglan. She expressed her thanks to Zhang Yi, grateful for helping fulfill Xiao Yan's lifelong desire.
This wish is Xiao Yan's heartfelt prayer in front of the Buddha for twenty years: to meet her again, even if only in a dream, and to be able to crown her as the queen after the establishment of Liang Kindom, and to spend decades of time with her.
In confusion, Zhang Yi asked, "Were all those days spent with Xiao Yan just a dream?"
The mistress of the tomb replied with a smile that seemed to be both real and unreal: "Some are dreams, some are real, and some history cannot be changed. You will understand when you wake up."
Zhang Yi asked in confusion, "I don't understand. Why don't you go back yourself instead of asking me to go through and replace you?"
The figure of the mistress paused slightly as it gradually faded away, her final words echoing in the air: "Because I am you, and you are me. We are originally the same soul, transcending time and space."
With the conclusion of these words, the mistress's image gradually faded from the dream, leaving Zhang Yi with endless contemplation and a deep connection.
Zhang Yi: "Hey, wait, so are we meant to be together in this life and the next? Does it mean I've dug my own grave?"
But the other person never responded.
Everything in the dream seems brilliant and fleeting like fireworks, but it planted a seed of doubt in Zhang Yi's heart, and formed an inexplicable connection with the soul of the late emperor and empress, Chao Qinglan.
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