Shen Langgui

After handing over Jiuwan's accounts, when the sun was setting, Qiu Xunhe reported his address to the driver, and he and Yinzhang got into the car and set off.When the carriages and horses stopped, Yinzhang only felt that this trip back home was faster than usual, but he didn't say much, and set off first to grab the curtain of the carriage, he couldn't help but stare:

There are three gates with animal heads, and a tall and straight stone lion on each side. A gilt plaque of purple Nan hangs on the gate screen, on which the four characters "Imperially made Shen's mansion" are magnificent.

It's not an unfamiliar place, but Yinzhang is still astonished at this moment, looking back at Qiu Xunhe, wondering: "My lord, what are you?"

Xun He didn't answer, Gu Zi stepped on the stone steps and took the door knocker, but he didn't knock it off.

Just as he was hesitating, another chariot and horse stopped in front of the door, looking for a gully to turn around.

Shen Chao got out of the car in a hurry, looked up and saw Xun He, his tired expression showed a little vitality, and asked: "Xun He, why did you come?"

Qiu Xunhe stepped down the stone steps to meet him, with a hesitant look on his face, and finally told the truth: "This afternoon, I heard that Master Shen...he is not well, so I came here to ask about the situation of Second Master..."

The little anger that Shen Chao had recovered was instantly wiped out, he let out a long sigh, and said: "Brother's coffin is coming to Beijing today."

After a long while without hearing Xun He's words, Shen Chao asked aloud, "Go to the mansion to talk?"

As if awakened from a dream, Xun He shuddered, and hurriedly declined: "No, no, I'm afraid the second master will be too busy to touch the ground, so I won't bother you. I'll pay my respects in the next day." Get in the carriage and go.

The wheels are rolling again.Xun He leaned his back against the wall of the car, as if it was the only way to maintain his sitting posture.Seeing that his eyes were closed tightly and the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more fine, Yin Zhang took out a brocade handkerchief to wipe Xun He.

"Hey, son, you really..." After opening his mouth, he realized that no matter what he said at the moment, it was wrong.

The carriage had only been walking for half a stick of incense, and suddenly it came down slowly, and then it kept walking slowly, faintly crying.Yinzhang was puzzled, lifted the curtain to look, and asked, "What's going on?"

The driver of the carriage pointed to the front, and said in a hesitant voice: "There is a group of mourners in front, we have to give way, let's stop first."

There are two major events in life, one red and one white, no matter how anxious Yin Zhang is, he can only hold back his temper, sit back in the car and wait.

Xun He was sweating profusely, and the room became more and more stuffy, Yin Zhang had no choice but to close the curtains of the car.

There was still a faint cry just now, but now the funeral procession is approaching, and the sound of wailing shakes the mountains and shakes the mountains.

Around is Xunhe Mengshen, who was also frightened back to his senses at this moment, and leaned out of the window to look.

But I saw that all the big funerals on this road were soldiers in armor, mighty and mighty, meandering like a silver mountain pressing down on the ground.Inscribed blood book at the front: the funeral of the hereditary British grandson, the admiral of the nine infantry patrols and the commander of the fifth battalion, and the governor of Jibei, General Shen Yue

Xun He read it several times, and when he understood who Ming Jing wrote to, his chest was suffocated in an instant, and a burst of blood pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and came out of his mouth.

Yinzhang noticed the movement, turned around, his head was covered with blood mist, his face was instantly warm, before he could react, Xun He leaned forward in a daze, and fell into Yinzhang's arms.

Jidi Road, an ordinary restaurant, is full of guests at dinner time.On the second floor, leaning on the railing seat, a bearded man hung the Yao urn upside down. After a long time without seeing the drip from the mouth of the urn, he threw open the container and said in a loud voice: "Bartender, pay the bill!"

As soon as the words were finished, a young man ran up to him and stretched out his hand flatteringly: "Objective, it's all a tael of silver."

The bearded man casually threw a broken piece, the bartender looked carefully, and hurriedly said: "Thank you, sir, you are generous, and you will be able to rise steadily in the future..."

But the bearded man didn't buy it, and only asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter with the store opposite? It hasn't opened all afternoon."

Following the gaze of the bearded guest, the bartender fixed his eyes on the shop door: "Oh! Jiu Wan, you have sharp eyes, sir, and the first thing you see is a big shop."

The bearded man frowned: "How do you say?"

"Guest officer, I think you are from a foreign country. It doesn't matter if you don't know the way, just explain it clearly to you..." The bartender shook his head, he couldn't wait to catch a glimpse of the impatient look on the bearded man's face, and immediately turned to the topic in fright, " The owner of this shop is named Qiu, we call him Boss Qiu, last month he received the grace of the Holy Lord, and was ordered to run the business for the Weaving Bureau, commonly known as the Emperor's Merchant. Boss Qiu is busy with important business, and the business in this shop does not catch his eyes. "

The bearded man went downstairs without saying much, and the bartender muttered as he cleaned up the dishes, "A meal of two catties of beef is really edible."

When the curly bearded man stepped out of the shop, he saw people gathering on both sides to vacate the middle of the street.Looking in the direction the crowd was looking at, they saw a group of people approaching from a distance, but when they got closer, they could only hear howling and howling.The bearded man thought for a while, then withdrew from the crowd, and stood silently under the shadow of a roof.

Different from the funeral teams that we usually see, this group is composed of soldiers. The first left and the right lead the way, holding torches, and the light dances, illuminating the inscription banners held high by the soldiers behind, writing:

The funeral of Shen Yue, the hereditary British grandson, the admiral of the Nine Gates Infantry, the commander of the Fifth Battalion, and the governor of Jibei, General Shen Yue

The bearded man squinted his eyes to look carefully, and looked around, seeing the sad expressions of the marching soldiers, and the people by the roadside following the coffin, and they had no time to pay attention to others.The curly bearded man was slightly relieved, retracted his right foot that was about to retreat, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that at some point, a woman was also standing on the same eaves, with dark eyes, looking straight at him in a daze.

A burst of flames shone, illuminating the woman's face in the shadows, and the bearded man couldn't help opening his mouth, tongue-tied:

"Yin... Aunt Yin?"