Chapter 374

Because something happened suddenly, Yang Zhao, the Duke of Ding, was born. For the sake of the stability of Heishui pass, his undead must get to Bianjing again, so the imperial residence must not be bad. There was no way, and the political affairs hall had to convince emperor Xiwen to make the Duke of an, which had just been taken back for a short time, the Duke of Ding.

The gate of the mansion was newly changed and smelled of paint, which made chaijinzhong very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to maintain a sad look and wait for the coffin to enter the arranged mourning hall. Looking at a woman with white stripes and a black veil hat coming down from the carriage with the support of a nearby woman (woman), Chai Jinzhong hurriedly stepped forward and stopped the woman from paying homage, saying, "madam, please get up, madam, please get up."

Ling Qingyu still politely saluted, then bowed his head and whispered his thanks, and slowly walked into the gate from the door.

Cheng Jia clenched her hands into fists, and the slightest pain was intended to spread in her heart. Although the black veil blocked all the eyes that visited her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. The original vitality that filled her like the warm spring sun had disappeared, and she had changed into a cold, desperate cold.

After two days in the mourning hall, chaijinzhong came forward to preside over a grand state funeral.

The ten mile long street once again became a white one, and more memorial supplies were piled all over the street than on the day of entering the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere did not appear embarrassing on the day of entering the city, chaijinzhong also arranged people to cry bitterly in the street.

But when the thousands of soldiers in mourning were walking down the street with grief on their faces but without saying a word or crying, they couldn't help but stop crying.

It was the only scene Bianjing people had ever seen. There was no sadness, no crying, and the silence was so silent that only the sound of paper money flying could be heard. Even the footsteps seemed to be a specially light and consistent funeral for fear of disturbing the dead.

The woman who closely followed the coffin carried by the sixteen people had a straight back, only her head with a curtain hat was slightly lowered, and there was no cry of grief, but everyone who saw it seemed to feel the pain with empathy.

Fan Zheng sighed and said, "maybe we are really wrong."

"No, maybe, it's really wrong!" Su Wen also sighed.

"Seeing that the second prince helped heishuiguan so hard this time, is it difficult for heishuiguan to take refuge in the second prince now?" Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money floating on his face and whispered.

"What about who to take refuge in? Aren't you afraid of their neutrality? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about?" Su Ze sneered.

Several people were silent. When Yang Zhao was there, heishuiguan had always been neutral and did not favor any forces, but stayed at heishuiguan. In the past, they took it for granted that he won the war, and they could pick his thorns from time to time. But now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic way. After three cities, 20000 people dragged Xiao Sui's more than 100000 troops to attack thousands of miles. If it weren't for the defeat of Zhao's new army so quickly, If Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, which should have joined the army, had not retreated directly, if the Soviet city had opened the gate, Yang Zhao would not have died. If the war was fought by heishuiguan and Yang Zhao was the commander, now Yanyun outer Kyushu would have been all taken back.

However, these secrets were concealed. Bianjing people only knew that the war was tied, and then a general died. The dead general was also given a very high-level seal and burial by the imperial court. Without knowing the truth, praising the emperor and the imperial court for their kindness became the mainstream rumors in Bianjing city.

"I think that he Li is also a strong general, and the soldiers of heishuiguan are indeed extraordinary," Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua and said, "I agree with the second prince's proposal to increase troops at heishuiguan this time."

"But if they take refuge in the second prince now, the power will be unbalanced." Mei Donghua frowned and pulled a piece of paper money from his face again.

Balance? Now the battle for power is in full swing, and they also have their own plans. There is no final conclusion about who they support. Indeed, they can only try to maintain balance.

"Su CE, have you seen her these days?" Cheng Jia's sudden question, which had been silent, made several people in meditation stunned.

"Didn't she always kneel behind the mourning hall to deal with the mourners?" Su CE glanced at Cheng Jia strangely, and then understood that he was asking her if she had seen him alone, so she sneered and said, "is she free to see me?" There are so many people staring outside. In the name of mourning, there are an endless stream of people going to explore the news. How can she have time? Even if she has time, it is impossible to see him at this time. However, what makes him most sad is that he doesn't know whether she is willing to be a friend under such circumstances.

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"Well, it's raining..." Cheng Jia looked up and stretched out his hand. The thin raindrops fell, wetting a piece of paper money and falling in his palm.

At the turn of spring and summer, the rain came quickly and quickly, and soon it became a torrential rain. The big drops of rain beat those who watched the excitement around, and all at once, the streets became cold.

On the empty long street, only the team that is still walking at the same pace, step by step towards the queue outside the city.

After chaijinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of his body, many officials also slipped away first. After leaving the city gate, almost only the officials of the Ministry of rites were still accompanied.

"Girl, the rain is too heavy. You'd better be less drenched." Alan wiped the rain channel.

"Do enough to play." Ling Qingyu answered faintly, closing the black yarn on the curtain hat a little, looking at the road ahead.

"How far is it?" Alan asked him who was walking on the side.

"It's definitely not a good place." Ling Qingyu sneered. Although there are only doubles in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all. Those people, those people are so perfunctory!

"There are more than ten miles left. You faint." He Li looked back at the distant city gate and the scattered seeing off officials behind him, saying.

"Oh!"

There was a commotion in front of the team. Seeing that the clerk of the gift department rushed over, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously, "what's the matter?"

"Mrs. Yang collapsed. I'll call the car." The petty official said and ran back.

"What are you doing?" Su CE grabbed Cheng Jia who rushed forward and said, "they have their own people. What are you going to do?"

Watching the carriage drive past, someone held her and sent her into the carriage. Then the carriage turned around and went back to the city. Cheng Jia only felt the pain in her heart. Yes, what can I do? I can't do anything!

The tomb site selected by the Ministry of rites for Yang Zhao was located on a barren mountain more than 20 miles outside Bianjing. In front of the hastily built tomb, there were only scattered stone statues, which made soldiers who did not know that Yang Zhao's real body had entered the hall of eternal life blush directly.

This is the way the court treats the general. It is better to bury the general in heishuiguan than to give him an empty Duke, an acting state funeral, and a careless cemetery. At least there is the best scenery, the cleanest and neatest cemetery, and the sincere people of the city are sacrificed to him.

The officials of the Ministry of rites kept wiping their heads with rain and sweat. It was really outrageous to build this cemetery like this, but the boss was greedy for 18000 liang of silver from the top. He had worked hard to build it like this! It was really because he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart that he didn't covet a penny and didn't say it. He also posted a dozen.

However, seeing those soldiers weeding the stone statue and weeding the weeds in the heavy rain, there was no complaint, but his eyes were getting redder and redder, and the uncontrollable murderous spirit still made him retreat far away.

Standing on the barren mountain, watching the coffin slowly push into the tomb chamber, he Li turned and looked into the distance. In the heavy rain, the city in the distance was as real as fantasy.

If you insult him so lightly today, I will wash the city with blood someday!