Because of the sudden incident, Yang Zhao, the Duke of Ding, was born. For the stability of Heishuiguan, his widow must get to Bianjing, so the imperial residence must not be bad. There is no way, Zhengshitang He had no choice but to persuade Emperor Xiwen to make the mansion of Duke Anguo, which had just been taken back not long ago, the mansion of Duke Dinguo.
The gate of the mansion was newly replaced and smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to maintain a mournful expression and wait for the coffin to enter the mourning hall that had been set up. Seeing a woman in white onyx wearing a black gauze hat getting off the carriage, supported by a woman next to her, Chai Jinzhong hurriedly took a step forward, preventing the woman from offering a big salute, and said: " Ma'am, please, ma'am, please."
Ling Qingyu still politely gave a half-respect, then bowed his head and thanked him softly, and slowly walked into the door from the side.
Cheng Jia's hands were clenched into fists, and strands of pain spread in his heart. Although the black veil blocked all eyes from looking at her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. His exuberance was gone, replaced by a cold, hopeless coldness.
After the mourning hall was set up for two days, Chai Jinzhong presided over a grand state funeral.
The Ten Mile Long Street became white again, and more sacrificial items were piled up all over the street than the day when they entered the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere would not be as embarrassing as the day when they entered the city, Chai Jinzhong even arranged for people to cry bitterly on the street.
It's just that when the thousands of soldiers dressed in mourning followed the widow who was dressed in filial piety step by step on the street with grief on their faces but didn't say a word or shed a tear, the fake crying stopped involuntarily.
It was the only scene that Bianjing people had ever seen. There was no mourning, no crying, so silent that only the sound of paper money flying could be heard, and even the footsteps seemed to be light and consistent funerals in order not to disturb the dead. .
The back of the woman who followed the coffin carried by the sixteen people was straight. Only the head with the veil was slightly lowered. There was no cry of grief, but everyone who saw it seemed to feel the same. feel the pain.
Fan Zheng sighed and said, "Maybe we are really wrong."
"It's not maybe, it's really wrong!" Su Wen also sighed.
"Looking at the Second Prince's effort to help Heishuiguan this time, is it possible that Heishuiguan has now taken refuge with the Second Prince?" Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money that floated to his face, and said in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter who you turn to? Aren't you afraid that they will be neutral? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about?" Su Ce sneered.
Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was here, Heishuiguan was always neutral and did not favor any forces. They just guarded Heishuiguan. In the past, they took it for granted that he won the battle, and they could pick him from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After conquering three cities in a row, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of more than 100,000 to attack for thousands of miles. If it wasn't for the rapid defeat of the Zhao family's new army, if it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, which was supposed to join forces, had not withdrawn directly Going back, if the city gates of Su City were opened, Yang Zhao would not have died. If this war was fought by Heishuiguan and Yang Zhao was the commander, then all the Kyushu states outside Yanyun would have been taken back by now.
But these inside stories have been concealed. The people of Bianjing only know that the battle was a draw and then a general died. Praising the kindness of the court has become a mainstream rumor in Bianjing.
"I think that He Li is also a strong general, and the soldiers at Heishuiguan are really extraordinary." Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua, and said, "I agree with the second prince's proposal to increase the strength of Heishuiguan. "
"But if they take refuge with the second prince now, the power will be out of balance." Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.
balance? Now that the battle for the heir apparent is in full swing, they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no conclusion on who they will support, and indeed they can only try to maintain a balance.
"Su Ce, have you seen her in the past few days?" Cheng Jia's sudden question, who had been silent all this time, stunned the people who were in deep thought.
"Didn't she always kneel at the back of the mourning hall to deal with the mourners?" Su Ce gave Cheng Jia a strange look, and then realized that he was asking if she had seen him alone, so he smiled mockingly and said, "She will see you when she is free." Me?" There were so many people staring outside, and there was an endless stream of people from all walks of life who went to find out the news in the name of mourning, how could she have time, even if she had time, she would not be able to see him at this time, but What saddened him the most was that he didn't know whether she would still be his friend under such circumstances.
"That's right, it's raining..." Cheng Jia raised his head, stretched out his hand, and the thin raindrops fell, wet a piece of paper money and landed in his palm.
The rain at the turn of spring and summer came quickly and quickly, and it turned into a torrential rain in a short while. The bean-sized raindrops beat those who watched the excitement to run around, and the streets became cold all of a sudden.
On the empty long street, there was only that team still walking in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.
After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of his health, many officials also slipped away first. After leaving the city gate, almost only the officials from the Ministry of Rites were left with him.
"Girl, it's raining too much, you'd better get less drenched." Alan wiped away the rainwater.
"You have to be full of acting." Ling Qingyu replied lightly, and parted the black gauze on the veiled hat to see the road ahead clearly.
"How far is it?" Alan asked He Li who was walking on the side.
"It's definitely not a good place." Ling Qingyu sneered. Although it was said that there was only a stand-in in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all, those people, those people were just so perfunctory!
"There are still more than ten miles, you should faint." He Li looked back at the distant city gate and the scattered officials behind him, and said.
"Oh!"
There was a commotion in the front line, seeing the clerk from the Ministry of Rites rushing over, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
"Madam Yang fainted, I'll call for a car." The little official said and ran back.
"What are you doing?" Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia who was rushing forward, and said, "They have their own people, what are you going to do!"
Seeing the carriage drive past, someone carried her into the carriage, and then the carriage turned back to the city, Cheng Jia felt a throbbing pain in his heart, yes, what can I do? I can't do anything!
The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao is located on a barren hill more than 20 miles outside Bianjing. There are only sparse stone statues in front of the hastily built tomb, which makes those soldiers who don't know that Yang Zhao's real body has entered the Hall of Eternal Life immediately red squinted.
This is the way the imperial court treats generals, give a false prince, a staged state funeral, and a sloppy cemetery. Instead of this, it is better to bury the general in Heishuiguan, at least there is the best view, the most clean and tidy cemetery , and the sincere people of that city paid homage to him.
The clerk in the Ministry of Rituals kept wiping the rain and sweat off his face. It is really shameful that the cemetery has been built like this, but the boss took away 18,000 taels of the 20,000 taels of silver allocated from above. Already working very hard! It was because he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart that he didn't covet even a single penny, but even gave him ten taels.
But when he saw those soldiers braving the heavy rain to weed and put the stone statue right to get rid of the weeds, they didn't have any complaints, but their eyes were getting redder and redder, and the uncontrollable murderous aura still made him retreat far away.
Standing on the barren hill, watching the coffin slowly being pushed into the tomb, He Li turned and looked into the distance. In the heavy rain, the city in the distance was as real as it was illusory.
You humiliated him so lightly today, and I will wash this city with blood in the future!
Because of the sudden incident, Yang Zhao, the Duke of Ding, was born. For the stability of Heishuiguan, his widow must get to Bianjing, so the imperial residence must not be bad. There is no way, Zhengshitang He had no choice but to persuade Emperor Xiwen to make the mansion of Duke Anguo, which had just been taken back not long ago, the mansion of Duke Dinguo.
The gate of the mansion was newly replaced and smelled of paint, which made Chai Jinzhong very uncomfortable, but he could only continue to maintain a mournful expression and wait for the coffin to enter the mourning hall that had been set up. Seeing a woman in white onyx wearing a black gauze hat getting off the carriage, supported by a woman next to her, Chai Jinzhong hurriedly took a step forward, preventing the woman from offering a big salute, and said: " Ma'am, please, ma'am, please."
Ling Qingyu still politely gave a half-respect, then bowed his head and thanked him softly, and slowly walked into the door from the side.
Cheng Jia's hands were clenched into fists, and strands of pain spread in his heart. Although the black veil blocked all eyes from looking at her, Cheng Jia knew that she had changed. His exuberance was gone, replaced by a cold, hopeless coldness.
After the mourning hall was set up for two days, Chai Jinzhong presided over a grand state funeral.
The Ten Mile Long Street became white again, and more sacrificial items were piled up all over the street than the day when they entered the city. In order to ensure that the atmosphere would not be as embarrassing as the day when they entered the city, Chai Jinzhong even arranged for people to cry bitterly on the street.
It's just that when the thousands of soldiers dressed in mourning followed the widow who was dressed in filial piety step by step on the street with grief on their faces but didn't say a word or shed a tear, the fake crying stopped involuntarily.
It was the only scene that Bianjing people had ever seen. There was no mourning, no crying, so silent that only the sound of paper money flying could be heard, and even the footsteps seemed to be light and consistent funerals in order not to disturb the dead. .
The back of the woman who followed the coffin carried by the sixteen people was straight. Only the head with the veil was slightly lowered. There was no cry of grief, but everyone who saw it seemed to feel the same. feel the pain.
Fan Zheng sighed and said, "Maybe we are really wrong."
"It's not maybe, it's really wrong!" Su Wen also sighed.
"Looking at the Second Prince's effort to help Heishuiguan this time, is it possible that Heishuiguan has now taken refuge with the Second Prince?" Mei Donghua picked up a piece of paper money that floated to his face, and said in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter who you turn to? Aren't you afraid that they will be neutral? Now that Yang Zhao is dead, what are you worried about?" Su Ce sneered.
Several people fell silent. When Yang Zhao was here, Heishuiguan was always neutral and did not favor any forces. They just guarded Heishuiguan. In the past, they took it for granted that he won the battle, and they could pick him from time to time, but now Yang Zhao died in such a heroic manner. After conquering three cities in a row, 20,000 people dragged Xiao Sui's army of more than 100,000 to attack for thousands of miles. If it wasn't for the rapid defeat of the Zhao family's new army, if it wasn't for the fact that Zhao Mingliang's headquarters, which was supposed to join forces, had not withdrawn directly Going back, if the city gates of Su City were opened, Yang Zhao would not have died. If this war was fought by Heishuiguan and Yang Zhao was the commander, then all the Kyushu states outside Yanyun would have been taken back by now.
But these inside stories have been concealed. The people of Bianjing only know that the battle was a draw and then a general died. Praising the kindness of the court has become a mainstream rumor in Bianjing.
"I think that He Li is also a strong general, and the soldiers at Heishuiguan are really extraordinary." Su Wen glanced at Mei Donghua, and said, "I agree with the second prince's proposal to increase the strength of Heishuiguan. "
"But if they take refuge with the second prince now, the power will be out of balance." Mei Donghua frowned, and then took a piece of paper money from his face again.
balance? Now that the battle for the heir apparent is in full swing, they Qingliu also have their own plans. There is no conclusion on who they will support, and indeed they can only try to maintain a balance.
"Su Ce, have you seen her in the past few days?" Cheng Jia's sudden question, who had been silent all this time, stunned the people who were in deep thought.
"Didn't she always kneel at the back of the mourning hall to deal with the mourners?" Su Ce gave Cheng Jia a strange look, and then realized that he was asking if she had seen him alone, so he smiled mockingly and said, "She will see you when she is free." Me?" There were so many people staring outside, and there was an endless stream of people from all walks of life who went to find out the news in the name of mourning, how could she have time, even if she had time, she would not be able to see him at this time, but What saddened him the most was that he didn't know whether she would still be his friend under such circumstances.
"That's right, it's raining..." Cheng Jia raised his head, stretched out his hand, and the thin raindrops fell, wet a piece of paper money and landed in his palm.
The rain at the turn of spring and summer came quickly and quickly, and it turned into a torrential rain in a short while. The bean-sized raindrops beat those who watched the excitement to run around, and the streets became cold all of a sudden.
On the empty long street, there was only that team still walking in unison, step by step towards the outside of the city.
After Chai Jinzhong was persuaded to go back on the grounds of taking care of his health, many officials also slipped away first. After leaving the city gate, almost only the officials from the Ministry of Rites were left with him.
"Girl, it's raining too much, you'd better get less drenched." Alan wiped away the rainwater.
"You have to be full of acting." Ling Qingyu replied lightly, and parted the black gauze on the veiled hat to see the road ahead clearly.
"How far is it?" Alan asked He Li who was walking on the side.
"It's definitely not a good place." Ling Qingyu sneered. Although it was said that there was only a stand-in in the coffin, this funeral was held for Yang Zhao after all, those people, those people were just so perfunctory!
"There are still more than ten miles, you should faint." He Li looked back at the distant city gate and the scattered officials behind him, and said.
"Oh!"
There was a commotion in the front line, seeing the clerk from the Ministry of Rites rushing over, Cheng Jia grabbed him and asked anxiously, "What's going on?"
"Madam Yang fainted, I'll call for a car." The little official said and ran back.
"What are you doing?" Su Ce grabbed Cheng Jia who was rushing forward, and said, "They have their own people, what are you going to do!"
Seeing the carriage drive past, someone carried her into the carriage, and then the carriage turned back to the city, Cheng Jia felt a throbbing pain in his heart, yes, what can I do? I can't do anything!
The tomb site selected by the Ministry of Rites for Yang Zhao is located on a barren hill more than 20 miles outside Bianjing. There are only sparse stone statues in front of the hastily built tomb, which makes those soldiers who don't know that Yang Zhao's real body has entered the Hall of Eternal Life immediately red squinted.
This is the way the imperial court treats generals, give a false prince, a staged state funeral, and a sloppy cemetery. Instead of this, it is better to bury the general in Heishuiguan, at least there is the best view, the most clean and tidy cemetery , and the sincere people of that city paid homage to him.
The clerk in the Ministry of Rituals kept wiping the rain and sweat off his face. It is really shameful that the cemetery has been built like this, but the boss took away 18,000 taels of the 20,000 taels of silver allocated from above. Already working very hard! It was because he respected Yang Zhao from the bottom of his heart that he didn't covet even a single penny, but even gave him ten taels.
But when he saw those soldiers braving the heavy rain to weed and put the stone statue right to get rid of the weeds, they didn't have any complaints, but their eyes were getting redder and redder, and the uncontrollable murderous aura still made him retreat far away.
Standing on the barren hill, watching the coffin slowly being pushed into the tomb, He Li turned and looked into the distance. In the heavy rain, the city in the distance was as real as it was illusory.
You humiliated him so lightly today, and I will wash this city with blood in the future!