Envy

When the news of Eternal Night City came, they were still practicing at Qingjue Terrace.The stage is covered with dew-stained red maple leaves, and sometimes the leaves dance away when the sword tip is turned.It had been cloudy and rainy for several days before, but this day was sunny, and the afternoon sun poured through the gaps in the clouds, giving it a warm feeling.Xue Ye wanted to go to Zhao Lincheng to practice swords, and by the way, he went to Tianxiang Pavilion to ask for altar gentleman's wine.

Meng Tuoxin got a salu horse and wanted to take it out for a walk.He asked the others if they would go.

In Li Xingfeng's room, there was still a pile of paperwork from his uncle on the case, so he said he would not go.Huo Zhi lacked interest, but said "Let's go".Jiang Yi thought for a while, and was about to speak when a senior brother came over hesitantly, with a heavy expression, saying that Uncle Xi Ze asked Jiang Yi to come over.

At this time, Uncle Nishizawa asked Jiang Yi to go there, what could happen.They didn't dare to think about it, so they just took their swords and went with Jiang Yi.

The room was full of Mu Mi's elders.More than a dozen elders were present, and none of them was absent, sitting solemnly on their seats.

Jiang Yi stepped over the threshold, and they waited outside the door.The voices of the elders were low, and they could only hear the chatter inside, but they couldn't hear them clearly.

Then there was the sound of the sword falling to the ground.

Regardless of etiquette, Meng Tou opened the door first and entered the room, followed by the other three.Jiang Yi's body was trembling, and he took two steps back. Meng Tou stepped forward to support him, and looked at Uncle Nishizawa questioningly, but he had already guessed the general idea in his heart.Uncle Nishizawa closed his eyes and nodded.

"It's okay for you to know. Evernight City fell, and when the wild spirits were burned, some people in the north of the city did not evacuate in time. When the Jiang family and the Yan family persuaded the people in the slums to disperse before closing the city, Qianjun's tall building collapsed, and some disciples died... Jiang The owner also..."

Uncle Nishizawa didn't say any more, and said softly, "My condolences."

"You don't have to stay in the sect these days, go back to Xiaoyang. It's good to comfort the family..."

Jiang Yi's eyes went dark, and he couldn't hear what he said for a while, and he knelt on the ground with one knee, his mind spinning.His brothers surrounded him, Huo Zhi patted his shoulder, Xue Ye helped him stand up.

Uncle Xi Ze said: "Master Zhao and Miss Zhao are well. Ms. Miao of the Yan family is well... The second son of the Yan family was in danger and unfortunately died."

All Meng Tou's thoughts were on Jiang Yi, and when he heard the last sentence, he suddenly raised his head.He asked, "Yan Qingheng?"

Uncle Xi Ze nodded: "He could have escaped, but when the tall building collapsed, the girl from the Zhao family was still downstairs...he was burnt to charred bones. His bones have been sent to Shen Gui."

He didn't have time to express his grief, he hastily went to Xiaoyang's funeral banquet.He saw a lot of white people in Jiang's house, and his relatives cried bitterly while listening to the funeral music.Jiang Yi didn't cry, and slowly knelt down facing the memorial tablet in the mourning hall.When Patriarch Jiang's coffin was sent to the mountains for burial, Meng Tou did not go with him.He has already arranged the itinerary, he went to Jiang's house in Xiaoyang, and then went to Shen Guiyan's house.

Yan Jia was also pale.The day he arrived was early in the morning, the wind was cold in early winter, and there were heavy frosts from time to time.The people who came to Shen Gui were lined up outside the door, and the servant of the Yan family led the carriage away.The visitors looked solemn, one after another passed through the moon cave.The servants cleaning the courtyard are all dressed in white linen, and black and white lanterns are hung on the eaves.

When approaching the mourning hall, one can smell the residual smell of burning scriptures.There were two rows of maidservants in plain clothes standing at the door, all holding their breath.Yan's family members are all in the mourning hall.

The Yan family is different from the Jiang family. The Yan family will not lose their dignity in front of the mourning hall.Uncle Yan was quiet and majestic, and exchanged greetings in a low voice with the heads of various sects who had come. Hearing the words of relief, he nodded in pain.Yan Yun stood beside his father with a low eyebrow, occasionally answering a few questions from his elders.

Mrs. Yan's face was pale, her face looked decayed, her eyes rounded occasionally, lifeless.She sat beside the coffin, staring at Yan Qingheng's portrait on the mourning hall.

Yan Miao didn't have bright red lips, her complexion was haggard.Since her brother's death, she has never shed a single tear in front of others.The moment Huo Zhi came in, their eyes met.Yan Miao threw away the paper money in her hand, stepped over the burning copper basin, and threw herself into his arms.His arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, but he didn't say a word.

The elders all watched.Huo Zhi couldn't persuade her, so he led her out of the hall.Yan Miao's hands were cold, she was followed him to the corridor, her eyes were blurred, she covered her eyes with her hand.Huo Zhi noticed it and wiped her tears in a panic.

Yan Miao who never cried could not help herself.She choked up and said, "Huo Zhi, I haven't had time to say the last word to him."

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Meng Tou couldn't find Yan Zhaohan in the crowd.He followed the elders back to the front hall, where he met the old Mrs. Yan family who had never met before.He only heard that this old lady suffers from dementia, sometimes sober and sometimes confused, recuperating in the Qingyuan all the year round, and she doesn't want to see people on weekdays.

Both the old lady and Yan Zhaohan's mother fell insane.It cannot but be said that this is not Yan Shuhan's retribution.

Because of the death of her grandson, the old lady went to the front hall with the help of her maid.She didn't know where she heard about Yan Qingheng and Zhao Zheng, and she insisted on asking the Zhao family for an explanation.

"If it wasn't for your daughter, my grandson would have gone to Eternal Night City? If it wasn't for saving your daughter, my grandson would have lost his life?" She leaned on a cane in one hand, and held Zhao Zheng's wrist in the other. To drag her to the mourning hall.

Meng Tou also heard that Yan Qingheng asked for orders to go to Yongye for Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng was wearing a thin plain dress, with white silk flowers on his hair, and his eyes were red, and he followed the old lady obediently.The old lady was confused at the moment, and what she said was absurd. She said that she wanted Zhao Zheng to marry her dead grandson, a ghost marriage.

Patriarch Zhao couldn't hold back his face, but he couldn't say anything.Yan Shuhan's face was gloomy, he winked, and asked the servant to block the old lady's way.Who knew that the old lady would kneel down on the ground and throw a tantrum, saying that her grandson was pitiful, and that the grandson would not be able to rest in peace under the underworld, and that Yan Shuhan was not filial.

With tears hanging from the corners of Zhao Zheng's eyes, she helped the old lady up, saying: "Qing Heng died for me indeed, Zhao Zheng is willing to marry the second son, even though the yin and yang are separated, the white head will never be abandoned."

Patriarch Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "Zheng'er, what nonsense are you talking about, come here soon!"

Zhao Zheng didn't dare to disobey his father's order, so he handed the old lady's hand to the maid beside her, got up and walked to her father.Patriarch Zhao couldn't hold back his anger, and regardless of the funeral at Yan's family, he said to Yan Shuhan, "Your son voluntarily went to Yongye to accompany the little girl. It is not difficult for the Zhao family. The Zhao family is deeply saddened by the unfortunate death of your son. Mr. Zhao Such words are simply ridiculous!"

Yan Shuhan was unhappy, but he couldn't get angry, and was about to step forward to persuade him to make peace with him, but Patriarch Zhao flicked his sleeves in anger, and took Zhao Zheng away.Yan Shuhan was upset when he saw it, so he ordered the funeral banquet to be prepared and let them go.