After only speaking to Xiang Xiang and others, Jiang Wang took Chu Yao and left southern Xinjiang overnight.
He didn't say hello to anyone at the Nanxia Governor's Mansion, but he couldn't avoid Su Guanying's sight when flying across the territory. This saves you the trouble of greeting me again.
In one night and one day, Jiang Wang flew from Xia Di Laoshan to Linzi.
There was no stopping along the way, and Chu Yao actually woke up and fell asleep in his arms several times.
When he arrived at Linzi, he did not return to his hometown. He just put Chu Yao down at the gate of the city and asked the young apprentice to go back alone. By the way, he notified the government to make some preparations such as silk and gold.
He went straight to Bowanghou Mansion.
He was not too impressed by the old Marquis. Because of Chong Xuan Sheng's relationship, he had always had some objections to the old Marquis. He felt that the old man's bowl of water was not very fair, which made Chong Xuan Pang suffer too much grievances since he was a child.
But I don't know why. This time when he returned to Linzi, a scene kept flashing through his mind -
That day, he saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he took the initiative to send Dr. Ye Henshui away. The huge Bowang Hou Mansion was full of winding paths. It was similar but different from the first time he entered Bowanghou Mansion. He heard the old man shouting Zhong Xuansheng's name, and he shouted that sentence weakly and forcefully... "I'm going to die!"
He knows it.
Everyone knows that Chongxuan Yunbo is not going to die soon.
The whole of Linzi knew that not only would Chongxuan Yunbo not live to be one hundred and twenty years old, he would not live to live to Yuanfeng's fifty-seventh year.
It should be said that it was a miracle that he survived such horrific injuries on the battlefield.
And he, who had given up the hope of God's arrival, supported the Zhongxuan family with one hand, running around official circles and battlefields, watching its rise and decline, and its decline and decline, with his cultivation level in a mere outer building and his tired old body. prosper.
He lived and saw off his third son, Chong Xuan Mingshan, on the battlefield.
He was alive, and after Qi Xia fought for hegemony and the Qi Empire was at its peak, he sent away his most proud son, Chongxuan Mingtu.
He lived and watched his splendid eldest grandson rebel against his will.
He is alive and watching as he promises his family's future grandson to reject his arrangement.
Losing a child in old age is the most painful thing in life. And he lost two sons one after another.
When a person is about to die, he is most afraid that his life's hard work will be wasted, and he has indeed experienced the ups and downs of his family many times.
How to describe such an old man?
"It's painful for everyone."
In the courtyard where Mr. Chongxuan often stayed during his lifetime, Jiang Wang saw Chongxuan Sheng.
This was the first thing Chong Xuan Sheng said.
This man has never been willing to show his emotions.
Most people can always see him smiling. He doesn't seem to be angry with anyone and doesn't care about anything.
At this moment, he was still a big ball of fat sunk in the recliner, with two soybean-like eyes embedded in his face.
There is no trace of the demeanor of a prince at all.
Only the expression on his face was complex that Jiang Wang had never seen before.
He listened quietly.
Chong Xuan Sheng said slowly.
"In this noble prince's mansion, in this top famous family in Daqi, everyone has his or her own pain."
"My father shared my father's pain. His ideals, his wife and children, his friends, his subordinates, his family, his loyalty...he couldn't take care of them all. He became famous at a young age, but struggled all his life until he died."
This was the first time Jiang Wang heard Chong Xuansheng say, 'my father'.
"My brother has the pain of my elder brother. He is self-centered by nature and does not want to be restrained. He demands perfection and does not allow himself to have any shortcomings. He has a firm goal and wants to get whatever he wants. He is unwilling to let go of anything. In fact, he I pushed myself very hard.”
This was also the first time Jiang Wang heard Chong Xuan Sheng mention Chong Xuan Zun in this tone.
"My uncle has the same pain as my uncle. His most beloved brother died, and there was nothing he could do. The stronger he became, the more difficult he felt that everything in this world was difficult. No matter how powerful he was, he could not go to Yuanhai to piece people back together. .Even if he is already a real person in this world, Chongxuan Mingtu is a lesson learned from the past."
"My fourth uncle suffers the same pain as my fourth uncle. His third brother died in battle because he was implicated by his second brother. But his second brother also died to save the family. He wants to be resentful, but he doesn't know who to blame. . He still can’t accept it all, so he stayed overseas all year round. After my father’s death, he never set foot in Linzi again.”
Zhong Xuansheng said slowly: "Of course I have my pains. You walked with me, you know what my pains are."
He took a deep breath and still looked into the distant distance: "I know that in this world, life is not easy for everyone, and everyone has their own pain. But as I sit here today, I suddenly thought, my grandfather, he ... He is also in pain. In fact, he is in more pain than anyone else. He has experienced and lost more than anyone else. But he has never shown it in his life."
"When he was defeated on the battlefield, he worked hard to train his son to become a talented person. When there was a gap between the emperor and the emperor, he put on his armor and went into battle again. When his son died in battle, he just raised the flag higher. When the family declined, he just straightened his waist. Straighter.”
"He had never been weak in his life, except for that one time before...he told me he was going to die."
"But that time, I still chose to turn around."
"Jiang Wang, I'm not saying that I regret choosing Fourteen. I'm just wondering if I can have... a better way?"
"From my father to me. Each of us can be willful, tossing, and expressing pain. Because he is still alive, no matter what happens, there is someone behind us who knows the truth."
"My cultivation level has already caught up with his. My uncle, my fourth uncle, my brother, and my father are all above him in cultivation level. But in the entire Chongxuan family, he has always been there to cover up. Keep out the wind and rain.”
"Because he cares about his family more than anyone else cares about his family. So he has always been silently enduring all that."
Jiang Wang remembered that he was at Dongjiekou. The white-haired old man flew across the sky, angrily scolded Jiang Mengxiong in the street, and loudly questioned Emperor Qi. That scene was indeed unforgettable. Unforgettable.
Zhong Xuansheng's voice was very calm: "He has been sitting in this place, so we actually think that it is normal and normal for him to sit here. Like this chair, like this yard, like this burst of sunshine. "
"Until he's gone."
"Until he left, those things that were taken for granted became extraordinary."
"Look at the clouds in the sky, are they always so relaxed?"
Zhong Xuansheng closed his eyes, as if he was a little sleepy, and murmured: "It turns out that's not the case."
Jiang Wang listened to this silently.
He knew that as smart as Zhong Xuan Sheng, he didn't need any advice, he just needed someone he could trust and whom he could talk to.
From Laoshan in Xia Di to Linzi Bo Wanghou Mansion, I had to take care of Chu Yao on the way. He was indeed very tired. But the meaning of his coming here is not to be the Great Qi Wu'an Marquis, a powerful person in the realm of gods, but just a friend.
Chong Xuan Sheng is the best friend in this life.
He didn't say anything and sat down next to Chong Xuan Sheng.
I sat with him like this all afternoon and all night long.
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August is already the peak of autumn.
When the yellow leaves fall into pieces, it always reminds people of the different feelings in the world.
Before his death, the old man had decreed that everything should be kept simple during the funeral, so the funeral was not grand.
There is no such thing as ten miles of silk, not even running water mats.
Just a memorial hall was set up in Bowanghou Mansion, where the mourning was suspended for three days and people could worship. Three days later, Bowang Hou Shisun will carry the coffin back to the Chongxuan tribe in Qiuyang County for burial.
After that, there was the ceremony for Chong Xuan Sheng to ascend to the throne.
Although this trivial matter was simple, the standards were not low.
First of all, Dingyuan Hou Chongxuan Chu Liang personally guarded the outer courtyard and acted as a welcome guest. All the lords from the Political Hall and the Military Hall, as well as those who were in court, came to the memorial hall to pay their respects. Those who were not present had wreaths and elegiac couplets sent to them.
Military God Jiang Mengxiong, Prime Minister Jiang Rumo, and former Prime Minister Yan Ping all came personally.
Then, through court deliberation, the Ziwei Zhongtian Taihuang flag hanging in front of the Ziji Palace was lowered to half-mast, and the Daqi Empire bid farewell to the princes with a national gift.
Finally, the Emperor of Qi personally came to the scene on the day of the main ceremony and offered a stick of incense to the old Marquis.
Chongxuan Yunbo has spent his life interpreting his loyalty, bravery and commitment.
The way he wanted to walk and the responsibilities he had to fulfill have all been completed.
He settled his affairs and gained world fame.
For a person's life, what does it mean to have no regrets?
Jiang Wang is still very young and doesn't know the answer.
In the memorial hall, Chong Xuansheng was wearing mourning clothes and kneeling on the left side of the main seat.
The champion Hou Zhongxuanzun knelt and sat opposite him.
The two brothers saluted respectfully to everyone who came to pay their respects, thanking them for seeing their grandfather off.
It’s hard to imagine that Shi Shi was in charge of the entire funeral. Even if everything is kept simple, it is still too big a challenge for this woman who has been unable to speak a word for several days.
Uncle Mingguang has always done his part in matters such as welcoming and sending off, and refused to let anyone steal the limelight.
But this time there was no way.
His own cultivation is not good, and his mind is not good enough. Somehow, something went wrong while transporting Dao Yuan, and even the inner palace almost collapsed. Fortunately, he was resting in the champion's house at the time, and was discovered by Chong Xuanzun in time and helped to calm him down.
Even so, I have been lying in bed for several days.
Jiang Wang had seen him during the vigil last night and almost didn't recognize him. The whole person was extremely haggard. He knelt there and said nothing, but just kept crying.
Later, it was Chong Xuanzun who forcibly knocked him out and sent him back to rest.
Jiang Wang helped out inside and out, but in fact there was nothing he needed to do. That is to say, I help greet the guests who come to worship in the inner courtyard.
As for Chongxuansheng's fourth uncle, Chongxuanminghe, he did not return to Linzi and only offered sacrifices remotely on Neverwinter Island.
"Qingyang!"
Following the affectionate call, it was Bao Zhongqing, the prince of Shuofang Bo, who was walking into the inner courtyard with an elegant woman.
Some people call it that to be friendly, and some people call it that to just make people tired.
Bao Zhongqing is obviously the latter.
But Jiang Wang didn't show anything. He just stretched out his hand and said, "Please come in to pay your respects."
At this time, Bao Zhongqing's expression was very solemn. But the calm look between his brows can still show that he lived a happy life during this period. The woman next to him should be the wife he married a few months ago, Miao Yuzhi, the daughter of the governor of Cangzhu County. He was also generous and bowed to Jiang Wang, calling him "Marquis of Wu'an".
Many disciples of Bao and Song Yao have already cooperated in many aspects and are developing well in all directions.
Bao Zhongqing patted Jiang Wang's arm and said, "My condolences."
Then he said apologetically to Miao Yuzhi: "You are pregnant and it is inconvenient to go in, so just wait for me outside."
Miao Yuzhi understood very well: "Husband, please go."
Bao Zhongqing asked Jiang Wang to help take care of him, and then went to the memorial hall.
The two of them seemed to be in love, but what does love have to do with others?
To be honest, Jiang Wang didn't quite know what the purpose of his visit was. Uncle Shuo Fang has already come to pay homage in person. Furthermore, your wife is pregnant and it is inconvenient to attend the funeral, so why did you bring her here?
Jiang Wang waved someone to bring a soft chair and asked Miao Yuzhi to sit and wait.
Miao Yuzhi thanked her politely and sat down on the soft chair. Suddenly he smiled and said: "I remember that Miss Wen organized several poetry gatherings, saying that Marquis Wu'an would go there. I also participated, but I didn't see anyone."
"Oh." Jiang Wang reacted and laughed at himself: "How do I know anything about poetry? The first time Miss Wen invited me, I went there shamelessly, as if I was sleepwalking. After a few times, I didn't have the nerve to participate again."
Miao Yuzhi covered her mouth and smiled: "They all say that you have a quick mind and understand poetry well."
Recalling the poetry meeting he participated in, Jiang remembered that he never said anything else except "good", "very good" and "very good".
It turns out that this is also called "caisi".
"They are all kind-hearted girls. After all, the truth hurts people." Jiang Wang said.
"Of all the kind-hearted girls, which one did Mr. Hou fall in love with?" Miao Yuzhi asked with a smile.
Jiang Wang shook his head: "The road to cultivation is far away, so I have no such thoughts for the time being."
"That's right. A person like Mr. Hou has high aspirations and will not be trapped in the personal relationship between his children." Miao Yuzhi said, changing the subject: "You didn't come to the wedding between me and Zhong Qing last time. But it was called I just met our Daqi hero today."
Jiang Wang explained: "There were other important matters at the time...but I delivered the gift."
Miao Yuzhi smiled again. She seemed to love to laugh, and her smile was really pretty, especially the two pear dimples, which were very touching. No wonder Bao Zhongqing takes her with him wherever he goes now.
Jiang Wang accompanied him and said a few words, and then consciously went to greet the others.
Not long after, Bao Zhongqing finished his worship and came back to pick up Miao Yuzhi. He exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Wang before saying goodbye. The couple loved each other and returned home hand in hand. This man, his talent, his daughter's looks, and their family background complement each other. They are indeed an enviable couple.
Seeing the couple leaving, Yi Huaimin, who came to help as a member of Yi Shishi's mother-in-law, came over and said, "His wife is pregnant with a child, why did she come here to tell you? What, you have it?" Credit?"
Doctor Yi Xingchen's second son didn't think he was born very well.
Ever since he was forced to copy the Agama Sutra by a mysterious person who was said to be a remnant of Kurongyuan, his attitude towards Jiang Wang has become very close. Chang told people that he was also the brother of Shi Shi, and Jiang Wang was also the brother of Shi Shi. Rounding things off, he and Marquis Wu'an were brothers.
Yi Huaiyong happened to be walking by at this time. When he heard this, he immediately scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about! Your mouth will be torn apart sooner or later!"
Yi Huaimin rolled his eyes and turned away, but he bowed honestly: "I didn't hold the door for a while, brother taught me a lesson. I won't say it again."
After that, Yi Huaiyong left with a serious expression.
He said again in front of Jiang Wang: "If he didn't like to accuse my father, would I be afraid of him, Boss Yi?"
He lowered his voice and tried his best to persuade: "Help my brother to vent his anger. How about you tie up Boss Yi and put a sack in it later and force him to copy a copy of the Diamond Sutra?"
"No, no, that's not good either. He doesn't care about copying scriptures. He might be more interested in it. Force him to dance! How about it?"
The more he talked, the more excited he became: "Let's dance to the newly released "Crying of the Night" by Wen Yushui Pavilion. He specified that it is suitable!"
"What about tying him up? What about Wen Yushuixie? I don't understand what you are talking about." Jiang Wang glanced at the guy and left with his hands behind his back.
I, Mr. Jiang, don't say that my heart is as dangerous as mountains and rivers, and my chest is as deep as a city's palace. I have experienced hundreds of battles and have seen a lot. How can I be fooled by your kid?
(End of chapter)
