"Yancui, where is my mother's mourning hall? Take me there."
He Yuting, He Luwei, Yu Shi, plus Asan, four people died in the Marquis's Mansion overnight.
Originally, he just wanted to pay homage in person to the mother's shrine in Lord Hou's Mansion, but unexpectedly he encountered something like this, which made Ling Yun's original gloomy mood even worse.
After finishing the matters here, Ling Yun and Lian Nanchun did not dare to waste a moment, and came to Princess Changqing's mourning hall together with the maid Yan Cui who was holding He Tianci.
The night wind sobbed, gently blowing Ling Yun's cold white jade face and a few strands of messy black hair on the temples.
The mourning hall was solemn and sad, and the elegiac couplets were desolate; there were two white candles placed on the memorial table. The candlelight flickered brightly and dimly, outlining his simple and clear body arc, like a sketch, with his body bowed and his head bowed. The look was long and drawn out, giving off a sense of loneliness and loneliness.
His eyes dimly looked at the cold memorial tablet on top of the coffin in the middle of the mourning hall. The shocking words on the memorial tablet were: "The memorial tablet of my beloved wife, Princess Changqing." Ling Yun raised his head slightly, his obscure eye shadows filled with thick ashes. The mist that cannot be dissolved.
"Mother, the unfilial child Chenglin has come to see you."
Ling Yun held the incense in his hand, lifted up his clothes, knelt on the ground, and bowed respectfully to the statue three times, choking with sobs.
The night was dark, and the hazy moonlight gathered through the gaps between the trees, casting mottled light and shadow on the desolate bluestone road in front of the mourning hall. Just like Ling Yun's mood, it was clear but impossible to tell.
Kneeling in front of his mother's soul, grief was like a wave of light, hitting his chest one after another. He had so many thoughts, but he didn't know where to talk about them. He only felt a trembling tremor in his throat like a sob.
"It was Lin'er who harmed you. If Lin'er hadn't been involved, you might not have died. Lin'er came to his mother's grave today to apologize. If you knew about it, could you have found out about this ominous and unworthy son? ..." After talking about it, he broke down in tears.
Yan Cui could only persuade her from time to time.
It took a long time for Ling Yun to recover from the grief. He stood up, gently wiped the tears from his face, and told his nephew standing aside, "God sent, kowtow to grandma."
He Tianci, the son of Princess Huanyu and He Chengqi, is now seven years old. Although this smart and cute little boy is at an age where he is still ignorant of human affairs, he has endured some experiences that his age should not have to endure prematurely. Appears to be exceptionally sensible and mature.
At this time, after listening to his uncle's instructions, he had no doubts or resistance. He responded with a low eyebrow and obediently bent his thin body. Following the example of an adult, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully to his grandmother's shrine. Three rings.
Lian Nanchun raised his head and looked at the sky outside. It was already the full moon.
She frowned slightly and reminded Ling Yun at the right time: "Zhichao, it's getting late, we should go back."
Although Ling Yun felt reluctant to give up, he remained calm and collected. He knew that this place was a place of trouble and danger, and it was not advisable to stay for a long time, and the trip had already been delayed for too long.
When he turned around and was about to leave, Yan Cui asked, "Master, what should I do here?"
Ling Yun pondered for a moment and said: "Yancui, go and gather everyone in the mansion and gather in the reception hall of the Marquis' mansion."
Yan Cui responded and hurried out.
The sky is dark, stars are twinkling, and the dim moonlight hangs slantingly in the night sky. The entire Marquis Mansion is shrouded in darkness, making it blurry and difficult to distinguish; only the night wind blows past the garden vegetation on both sides of the path, undulating and swaying with the wind.
At this time, more than a hundred people in the Marquis's mansion had arrived one after another.
The atmosphere in the reception hall suddenly became tense, and the people standing there felt like they were facing a formidable enemy, facing this sudden emergency with helplessness and fear.
Ling Yun scanned the audience with bright eyes and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, what is the situation now? It is already clear to everyone after thinking about it. Li Ruiyun usurped power and usurped the throne, causing harm to the world; and He Luwei took advantage of the situation and colluded with others to murder the Marquis. , although the murderer has been executed, the Marquis's Mansion has ceased to exist in name only and has become an empty frame.
"Ling Yun was framed by a traitor last time and managed to escape with his life. Today I have the honor to be here with you all. It's just a pity that I can't make too many promises to you, and can only barely provide you with some money to support you.
"But this place has become a place of right and wrong, and it is useless to stay. If you are willing to listen to Ling Yun, you can take the money and make a living. If you have any objections, Ling Yun will not force it. But if this brings disaster, I forgive Ling Yun for not being able to help. The following is a heartfelt statement, every word comes from the bottom of my heart, I hope you can understand my meaning."
Ling Yun's words were sonorous and logical, just like knocking jade on ice, with unquestionable decisiveness and crispness; and from beginning to end, he called himself "Ling Yun".
Although everyone in the mansion knew that he was the upright and genuine eldest son of Lord Hou, He Chenglin, but after so many years, he had already become accustomed to his identity as "Ling Yun"; and others were not surprised either. , accustomed to it.
And whether he was Ling Yun, the former guard commander of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice, or He Chenglin, the current eldest son of the Hou Ye Mansion, the persona he established in front of the public was that he was loyal, courageous, tough and courageous, and in fact this was exactly the case.
Therefore, what he said was loud and convincing, and everyone present obeyed him without any objection.
After Ling Yun finished speaking, he ordered Yan Cui and several close family members who were in charge of affairs in the mansion to open the warehouse, take out the silver and property, and distribute it to everyone, so that they could each make a living.
Lian Nanchun had already patrolled around the Marquis's Mansion, and turned around in a hurry: "Let's go quickly, it seems that some officers and soldiers are coming."
Ling Yun saw that all the gold and silver belongings in the house were almost gone, and his family members were almost gone, so he turned around and was about to leave, but saw Yan Cui still standing aside with a persistent expression.
Ling Yun was stunned for a moment, "Yancui, why don't you leave?"
Yan Cui knelt down on her knees, and Xing Zi's eyes reflected the color of water. She looked at the young master in front of her expectantly, her eyes so determined that they were almost stubborn, "My eldest son, I have been an orphan since I was a child. I am helpless. Thanks to the princess for my adoption and support." "Now that the family is ruined and everyone is dead, the eldest son has asked the slave to go wherever he goes. Please accept the slave. I am willing to serve the eldest son for the rest of my life. I have nothing else to ask for."
Ling Yun frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
At this time, He Tianci came over, tugged at the corner of Yan Cui's clothes, turned around and looked at Ling Yun eagerly, and prayed in a childish voice: "Uncle, please, please agree to sister Yan Cui, sister is so good to me. Already..."
Ling Yun lowered his head and silently looked into his nephew's eyes. Those eyes, innocent, flawless, as clean as the clear sky, immersed his heart in them, unable to extricate himself.
A light light appeared in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.
Yan Cui was ecstatic and kowtowed to Ling Yun repeatedly: "Thank you, eldest son! Thank you, eldest son!"
Lian Nanchun came over and urged: "Let's go quickly. If you are later, it will be too late!"
Ling Yun's clear eyes turned and he looked around, and saw that all the guards, servants, and servants in the Marquis's Mansion had almost left. He turned around again and glanced at the huge courtyard of the Marquis' Mansion.
The once misty pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions, rockeries and ponds are now empty.
In a daze, it seemed like I was back a few years ago. At that time, he was ordered by Mrs. Lu to come here to look for Lu Qiuyue, the unruly and willful eldest lady of the Lu family, who had disguised herself as a man and stole into the Marquis's mansion.
That was his first time coming to the Marquis' Mansion.
The liveliness and prosperity at that time; the desolation and desolation now... The comparison between the two is a world of difference. Suddenly, unspeakable melancholy hit his heart, and he felt empty and lost.
Ling Yun took out sulfur, flame, salt, fire sticks and other igniting materials from his luggage, stepped forward and lit the elegiac couplets, tables and chairs in the mourning hall. Then he left the mourning hall and lit the curtains and other flammable objects in the surrounding halls. Already...
Soon, the fire spread. In just a moment, the entire Marquis Mansion was enveloped in thick smoke and fire.
The blazing firelight reflected the somewhat pale and dull faces of everyone.
Like the dust and smoke of a dream, it never disperses from the eyes in the wind,
Years pass by in a hurry, but the charming appearance cannot fade away.
Love and hate are endless, I can't keep the moment of leaving,
A promise for a thousand years is a fate that cannot be broken.
The joyful face is hard to leave, the floating clouds cover my eyes,
The sad song in my heart can never be finished in one song,
The heroic spirit and tenderness are sent between heaven and earth,
What was once prosperous is gone in a blink of an eye.
The vast world of love brings many sighs when we meet,
How can wealth and ordinaryness be transcendent?
I want to fly to the sky and see the vicissitudes of the sea,
Asking everything in the world, who can change it?
——Excerpted from the song "Like Dream Dust" sung by Ye Fan
Ling Yun stared indifferently at this once-prominent mansion in the capital that was destroyed in the flames of the sky. He sighed softly and turned around with Lian Nanchun, Yan Cui and others...
Ouchi Imperial Palace. In the imperial study room.
Li Ruiyun couldn't help but be shocked when he heard about what happened in the Marquis's Mansion. Several people around him also sighed deeply while turning pale with shock.
Especially Ding Jinzhi, when he learned that He Yuting died tragically and the Marquis's mansion was reduced to ashes overnight, he felt mixed emotions and indescribable emotions.
But later, when Li Ruiyun learned that Ling Yun was not dead, he couldn't help but became furious and started shouting. Everyone was also shocked and looked at each other.
The annoyance in Li Ruiyun's eyes turned into evil, and slowly fell on Li Zhishan's face, "Commander Li, remember that I personally arranged for you to take people to the prison to send Ling Yun on his way, but now not only is he not dead, but he is also here There is such a big thing happening in the capital, and I want to hear your explanation."
Li Zhishan's face was earthy, and he calmed down and said: "Gang Leader Li, I did watch Ling Yun drink the poisonous wine that day, and I can't be wrong about it; not to mention that Master Ding led his servants to supervise the execution; and there were special personnel afterwards. The police team conducted an examination of Ling Yun’s body, and everyone present at the time can testify.”
The corner of Li Ruiyun's mouth twitched, and his eyelashes were full of ridicule, "Haha, I watched it with my own eyes, supervised the execution, and specially verified it. After talking about it for so long, it seemed that everything that day was done perfectly and flawlessly, but the final result Anyway, isn't Ling Yun still alive and well? Isn't this Ling Yun a god and can he come back from the dead?"...
