After closing the door of the wing, Xiao Letian and the Second Young Master sat across from each other. "Second Young Master, I won't beat around the bush with you. Now that you understand the situation in the court, do you have any ideas?"
Zeng Ji Hongyuan does not have the decision-making ability of his elder brother. He is young and has not been trained in the court. There is really nothing he can do when encountering this kind of thing except getting angry. However, one advantage he has is that he can listen to others' advice and know the difference between good and bad!
Without saying a word, the second young master stood up and gave Xiao Letian a long and deep bow, "The head of state has always been on good terms with my father. Now that the family has undergone tremendous changes, my nephew is really upset!"
"Please teach me the head of state, nephew, I will follow my instructions!"
"Actually, you don't need me to teach you. The commander-in-chief left you a will. Please see..." Xiao Letian took out a two-finger-wide note from his pocket, with Zeng Jihong's very familiar handwriting on it.
A short line of words: "After my father's death, when it comes to funeral matters, don't ask the head of state for foreign affairs, and ask the old peasants for domestic matters. If there is any indifference in the court, you should leave immediately!"
This is the note left by the marshal when he returned to his former glory. Why did he give it to Xiao Letian but not his son? The main reason is that he thought there might be no need for this note!
This was also Zeng Guofan's infatuation. He still felt in his heart that he had made such great contributions to the court, so he couldn't let Cha Liang show off too much!
The emperor expressed condolences, the court rewarded him, and he was buried with great splendor! Who doesn't like this among the ancients, but if things don't develop like this, then the note to Xiao Letian will work.
"Second Young Master, with all due respect, the imperial court is very strange now! Guiziliu is not supposed to be such a cheerful and public person, right?"
"Even if he had some grudge against the commander, he wouldn't have behaved so coldly and arrogantly at the funeral! And did you find out? Zaicheng did not come with Yixin to express his condolences!"
"The remaining palace ministers in the capital are also extremely indifferent. They just send housekeepers to send gifts...except for a few nobles with little power, no one really comes in person!"
"I don't know what is going to happen, but I always feel that the limelight is not good... If the second young master listens to me, then leave! Wake up immediately!"
"Go back home! At the very least, you have to go to Zhili Baoding Mansion! You take the Marshal's coffin to the Zhili Governor's Mansion in Baoding... The Marshal also holds the official position of Zhili Governor, so it makes sense to go there!"
"The soldiers from Liangxiang and Zhuozhou will escort the coffin and go south immediately...I will take the eldest son to Baoding by airship. You two brothers will meet up in Baoding and return to Hunan immediately!"
"It's Ding You who deserves Ding You, and he should keep his filial piety...Beijing city is like a dragon's pond and a tiger's den. Your father or the Ninth Commander can still mix it up, but the two young masters can't!"
"Ah!" Zeng Jihong's face turned pale with fright. "Could it be that... is the imperial court going to kill the donkey to punish my father?"
"No...it's not that serious. Your Majesty is not a heartless person. He didn't come to express condolences this time. It was because he was stopped by the Queen Mother of the two palaces. It's not that Your Majesty didn't want to come!"
"No wonder Your Majesty, the wedding and the funeral conflict, so Your Majesty can only consider the wedding first!"
"I'm worried about other people...I'm afraid that someone is trying to kill everyone!"
At this time, there was a knock on the door and the old farmer said outside, "I have calmed down the brothers. There will be no trouble... Second Young Master, do you have any other instructions?"
Zeng Jihong opened the door, dragged the old farmer into the house, and then closed the door tightly. The two-finger-wide note was handed into his hand, "Uncle Farmer, look at this... I really don't know what to do!" "
Then the second young master simply repeated what Xiao Letian had told him. After reading it, the old farmer put the note into his mouth and swallowed it without saying a word. "Listen to the head of state! When I wrote this note, I was guarding the door. I knew there was someone there." The existence of this note..."
"The capital is in chaos now. The head of state is right. It is right to hide..."
"But... but my father has just passed away. Isn't it bad to move the coffin like this..."
"Second Young Master, when do you care about this? The commander-in-chief is also homesick in the sky! The court has already shown signs of killing the donkey, why don't you avoid disaster?"
"If you are worried about bad luck, just ask the eminent monks to chant more sutras and pray for blessings after arriving at the Zhili Governor's Palace!"
Xiao Letian was still a little hesitant when he looked at Zeng Jihong, and couldn't help but stamp his foot, "Hey...what's there to be attached to? The court doesn't care about you anymore, and has already gone to shame you. Why are you still licking your face and staying in the capital?" ?”
"After all, this is a rented house. The commander-in-chief has never thought of taking root in the capital!"
This sentence touched the second young master's heart. He wiped away his tears and said, "Yes... they don't want to see us anymore. Why are you still here? Let's go!"
The eldest brother is not here, and the other uncles are not here either. Everyone must obey the Second Young Master's orders. In addition, the old farmer also supports it, and everyone in the entire Marshal's Mansion has no objections!
The people of Nanheng Street never expected that the commander-in-chief had already started to move his soul just after noon if he didn't have it in the morning!
"Oh... I've never seen anyone so mournful? Where is the commander going?"
"Yes, I was still thinking that after the official mourning has ended in the past two days, we neighbors should also go kowtow? The handsome man living here can be considered a neighbor!"
"It's just that... the handsome man can live with us in Nancheng. He doesn't have any airs on weekdays. He will take the initiative to help anyone when he meets someone who is in trouble..."
"If nothing else, just go to the Commander-in-Chief's Mansion here. There are far fewer gangsters and arresting officers in Nanheng Street. No one dares to come here to cause trouble!"
"Forget it, we can't stop the Marshal from transferring his soul. If we go to the street and kowtow to the coffin, our fate with the Marshal is over..."
A coffin of golden nanmu was fixed on a four-horse cart, and a curtain was covered outside to block the sun. Paper money was flying in the sky. The cavalrymen who led the way were wearing mourning clothes. The Zeng family members walked forward holding the coffin. The cries were loud and loud along the way. Oh my God, the funeral procession dragged them for two miles!
Nanheng Street and the surrounding alleys have become a sensation. The people of the capital love to watch the excitement and are loyal. When the marshal lived here, he not only did not disturb the people, but also took good care of the neighbors. The men of the capital must be a little considerate.
People kneeling on both sides of the road lit incense burners and paper money and knelt down to say goodbye to the Marshal. "Have a good journey, Marshal..."
"Have a good trip, Commander..."
"Filial son...thank you!"
At almost every small alley, there are groups of people kneeling down to see them off. The second son, Zeng Jihong, has become a kowtow-worm. Under the command of the master, he almost kowtows to the neighbors every three steps!
The one holding the coffin forward was actually Xiao Letian. He grabbed the coffin carriage with one hand and said solemnly, "Commander... I'll take you out of Yongding Gate!"
"I want to look back and see what evil will happen in this capital!"
Just as Marshal Zeng's coffin was leaving the capital all the way south, the celebrations in the northern inner city had reached its peak. The procession of delivering gold seals and gold books to the Queen's family was marching along the street, and the entire inner city became a sensation. ocean!
The royal betrothal gift will be delivered to the Queen's Mansion today, and tomorrow the Queen and the dowry will form a long queue to enter the Forbidden City through the Qing Gate!
The drums are beating, the firecrackers are blasting, and the crowd is buzzing!
Two teams, one red and one white, parted ways in this imperial capital of more than four hundred years!
