walk to the water

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When Chu Xiang heard him mentioning the jade pendant, he suddenly thought of something, and said: "My father once gave my mother a silver hairpin, which was my mother's favorite thing. I wonder if I found this silver hairpin when my mother's body was found?"

"Oh? I don't know about this, I'll talk about it after I ask." Fu Ling said.

Fu Ling was about to call people in, when Chu Xiang said again: "My late father still has a suicide note, which was left in the sky prison. I beg your Majesty to send someone to look for it."

Fu Ling sent someone to find out the whereabouts of the silver hairpin and suicide note, and he replied half a day later that Chu Xiang's mother's silver hairpin had been buried with the body in the coffin, and a piece of paper with writing was found in the corner of the cell where Chu Xiang lived. Probably Chu Lang's suicide note.The guard presented the suicide note on a tray, Fu Ling took it, opened it, and read softly: "Qin soldiers are several times stronger than me. The siege lasted for a long time, and the ammunition and food ran out, and the rescue was impossible. Tomorrow, I will lead my troops to a decisive battle with the enemy. I swear to fight until one soldier and one die, and die. I have no regrets for the rest of my life. I only hope that the two sons will carry on my ambition, restore the Central Plains, and return to Qiuguan. Burn this book to tell me, and I will rest in peace!" After reading Let's ask Chu Xiang, "This is your father's suicide note? Although the ambition is generous, but now what he entrusted in the letter has come to naught, what use is it for you to keep it?" The yellow letter paper moved closer to the candle, and the flaming tongues jumped, and quickly licked the letter paper. Fu Ling let go of his hand, and the letter paper fell to the ground, gradually turning into a ball of ashes... Fu Ling said: "Since your father wants you to burn the book In order to tell him, I burned this book and told him that after Zhou was destroyed, the world would belong to me, Great Qin, and his last wish would never be fulfilled, so let him die. If there is any resentment, he can come and fight I settle accounts!"

Chu Xiang was stunned, but he didn't try to snatch it. Until his father's suicide note was reduced to ashes, Chu Xiangfang said quietly: "It's useless, even if Your Majesty can burn the suicide note written on paper. How can you burn the suicide note engraved on my heart?"

Fu Ling sighed: "Xiang'er, I sincerely hope that I can erase everything in your past. Let you and I start over again, are you willing?"

Chu Xiang replied softly: "I am willing." Then he lowered his head: "But I can't."

Fu Ling's body suddenly became a little stiff.

Three days later, Wang Yun was escorted to the execution ground to execute Ling Chi's sentence, and a group of corrupt officials.He was also executed along with it.Fu Ling came to prison for punishment, and the people of Zhou State were all in awe of God's power.And everyone witnessed the miserable state of ghosts and wolves howling when Wang Yun and others were tortured, and heard with their own ears the numerous crimes read out on the spot. Although no one cheered for joy, the people who had been oppressed by corrupt officials for a long time were really angry. .Fu Ling eliminated evil with evil and stopped violence with violence, which slightly calmed down the emotions of the people.After the execution, Fu Ling ordered Wang Yun's head to be taken away.In order to prepare for Chu Xiang's sacrifice.

Chu Xiang insisted on practicing standing every day, fell and got up again and again, and fell again... often getting bruised and swollen.Even bloody, after numerous falls.Chu Xiang could finally stand alone.Slowly walk from one end of the house to the other while leaning on the wall, no longer needing a car or other people's support.today.Chu Xiang proposed to help the spirit to be buried as soon as possible, so that his parents, brothers and friends could be buried in peace.Fu Ling offered to go with him, but Chu Xiang refused.Although Fu Ling was extremely dissatisfied and said: "You don't want them to see me, do you?" But there was no way, so he had to ask people to prepare the cemetery and various funeral utensils first, and send guards to take Chu Xiang to his old residence in a carriage the next day.

Chu Xiang, dressed in hemp filial piety and dressed in plain clothes, got out of the carriage little by little, right in front of the gate of his former residence.The two majestic stone lions were still squatting at the door, unaware of the changes in personnel, but a big white flower was stuck on the plaque of the Chu Mansion.Chu Xiang walked up the steps and slowly pushed open the heavy door. The stone path leading to the main room was already luxuriant with weeds and hanging everywhere, but he could not see a familiar face...Chu Xiang struggled Stepping into the high threshold, he knelt down on the ground: "Father! Mother! The unfilial son has come to plead guilty to you!" Kowtowed his head, took a step forward on his knees, kowtowed again, and crawled towards the main hall... There was a smudge on his forehead... Chu Xiang was unaware of the blood. After a long time, Chu Xiang walked into the main hall on his knees. This place has been converted into a mourning hall. The dark room is lit with everlasting lights. But it contained An Lan's body.

Chu Xiang climbed up to An Lan's coffin with his hands and feet, and couldn't help but cry on the coffin.Although the mother and younger brother died tragically, they always met and exchanged a few words before they died. However, their friends who had known each other for twenty years were implicated to death by him, but they never even saw each other for the last time. I still remember that he once said He wanted to go to the river to meet him, but there was only this cold coffin in front of him, and he could no longer hear his call...Chu Xiang felt so sad that he couldn't stop crying, his vision was dark.The accompanying guard stepped forward and advised: "You can't be resurrected after death, Mr. Chu, don't be too sad, it's better to send the undead on the road earlier!" After hearing this, Chu Xiang wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and asked the guards to carry the coffin and go out. Then follow suit step by step.Because Chu Xiang insisted on simplicity, the funeral procession did not have an honor guard band, so he asked Fu Ling for a few plainclothes guards to escort the coffin.In times of war, dead people were commonplace, and no one noticed along the way, quietly leaving the city to the cemetery of the Chu family and the An family's ancestral hall ten miles away.

The Chu family and the An family have been neighbors for generations, and the cemetery of the ancestral hall is also adjacent to each other, but at this time, there is no one there, and the tombs of different heights stand under the gray and yellow sky, silent.A few old trees grew sparsely in the cemetery, and even though it was spring, they were still bare with no new buds.Chu Xiang asked the guards to send An Lan's coffin to the prepared tomb first.Chu Xiang knelt down by the grave, holding a piece of loess in his hands, and refused to scatter it for a long time.An Lan, a famous general of his generation, failed to shed as much blood as his father did. He died in battle, and the shrouded body of horse leather also left a noble spirit. In the end, he died at Xiaoxiao's hands.And if he didn't insist on returning to the south, how could he be framed?The state of Zhou will not perish either!It's me who deserves to be damned, but why is he the one lying here? ...

At this time, there was a light rain in the sky, and the continuous spring rain quickly wet Chu Xiang's filial piety.A guard opened the umbrella he brought to cover him from the rain, but Chu Xiang refused.When I closed my hands, the loess in my palms and the rainwater turned into a sticky mud, which dripped into the grave from the cracks between my fingers... The rain gradually became heavier, but no matter how heavy the rain was, how could it wash away the mud? Wash away your sins and sorrows?

The guards waved their shovels, and the soil quickly filled the tomb and built a tomb. A few words were simply engraved on the tombstone, "The Tomb of General Zhou Huwei, An Lan".Chu Xiang looked at the tombstone. General Huwei was An Lan's title during his lifetime and his honor after death. What words will be written on his tombstone in the future?