This is an incomplete Spring Festival.
Fang Heng traveled to northern Xinjiang, Zheng Ruqian stayed away, Chang Yan was trapped in the imperial city, and Fufeng died.
There were only three brothers and sisters left in the once bustling courtyard, perhaps including Wang Mingyu who stopped temporarily, and the Anshui Commander who was unwilling to set off.
"They said they wanted to send Fufeng to be buried before leaving." Wang Mingyu lowered his head, hesitating to speak, "Where is Ruqian? He won't come back for the New Year?"
It stands to reason that he should come back before the year.
But it was difficult for him to lead the sheep, and it was reasonable to encounter delays. If he couldn't come back, he wouldn't be able to come back.
When I was young and ignorant, I always felt that we must be reunited during the New Year.
When I grow up, I find that everyone has their own things to be busy with, and separation is the norm.
As long as our hearts are together, as long as we work together to get through everything, it doesn't matter if we are far away.
But thinking that Wang Mingyu might be his only friend, Xu Mo's words changed again, "You should be back soon, but it's the Wang family. What can Brother Fufeng say?"
Wang Mingyu cheered up, "The third uncle and Wang Haoran are eyeing each other, but I have the cards and the keys to the warehouse. Fufeng said that the Wang family can be defeated, but the Wang family's business cannot be defeated. There are too many people who rely on the Wang family's shops and farming fields to feed themselves. .”
Over the years, he has also learned a lot of tricks from his cousin. He may not be able to strengthen the Wang family, but it is enough to maintain it.
"Okay, then you have to control the Wang family and take good care of Third Master Wang and the Wang family's concubine." Xu Mo turned his head, his eyes calm and sharp, "I said take good care of him, I want him to live well. "
It's not deliberately targeting or making things difficult, it's truly preferential treatment.
But they are the culprits who killed Fufeng.
Wang Mingyu's face was full of confusion and he stopped talking.
Xu Mo smiled solemnly, and the originally innocent young man suddenly became cold and stern, "Let them live well. Mr. Wang, Wang Haoran, Mrs. Wang and the Zhou family all live well. I will personally go and avenge Brother Fufeng. Send these scum to hell myself.”
"There is no need to spread the news of Brother Fufeng's death. Just say that he stayed in Fengjing to recuperate. I will keep it secret for you, master and master."
"But..." Wang Mingyu said, "But Wang Yuyao already knows and will always send a letter to Anshui County."
"Don't worry." Xu Mo stood up, "She will soon have no time to send messages."
Wang Fufeng's poison seems to have been poisoned by Mr. Wang and his son. Wang Yuyao only added fuel to the flames, but how could the Fang family be able to get rid of it completely?
They just wanted to destroy Xu Mo, but they chose to hurt innocent people.
They deserve to die.
What's more, Mr. Fufeng's desperate last resort is to seek justice for the imperial examination fraud and pave a smooth road for him. How could he not catch it?
"The Fang family deserves to die, Fang Yuan deserves to die, Wang Yuyao deserves to die..."
Xu Mo muttered quietly and walked into the courtyard.
It was the New Year's Eve, and the heavy snow could not stop the joy. The sound of firecrackers and fireworks could not be heard. Fengjing people carrying red lanterns passed by with laughter, and the small courtyard lined with ground became more and more quiet and desolate.
Master Kong asked someone to buy a thick old coffin, and Mr. Fufeng was lying in it at the moment.
Jiang Sheng and Wen Zhiyun stood guard at the door, staring blankly at Xue Lengshen.
Maybe I miss my brothers.
Xu Mo walked over, rubbed the heads of the two little ones, turned around and walked to the coffin, carrying the snow.
After an unknown period of silence, violent fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky.
All major aristocratic families, especially those in the Imperial City, seemed to be announcing the end of the old and welcoming the new, opening a new chapter.
"Brother Fufeng, I am finally as old as you." The young man bent down under the thick snow and whispered softly beside the coffin, "You are seventeen years old, and I am seventeen years old too."
"I will avenge your revenge for you, I will fulfill your ideals for you, and I will take care of your future for you."
"One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
"Brother Fufeng, please keep an eye on it."
According to the rules of the old days, the body had to rest for seven days before being buried, and the body had to cry to send the soul away, and the body had to be draped in mourning.
But Fufeng doesn't need it.
On the first day of the new year, Xu Mo wandered outside the city and chose the hilltop in the west of the city for him.
All relatives and friends put on plain clothes and bid farewell in silence.
The pit was dug by someone who paid extra money, and the coffin was transported by Jiang Sanjiangsi in a horse-drawn carriage.
Passing by Fengjing City, you can still hear the heated conversations of literati students, resisting fate, injustice, and aristocratic families.
The imperial examination fraud case became more and more intense as the conversation continued, and the Fang family finally became the center of public opinion again.
But it's not enough. It's not enough.
The carriage stopped at the top of a hill west of the city, and the rest of the journey had to be carried on the shoulders.
All the men present, except Wen Zhiyun who was pushed away, others put their shoulders up and worked together to lift the wooden coffin and send it into the prepared pit.
"Should we be buried now, or should we choose an auspicious time?" Wang Mingyu asked, holding back his sadness.
Unknowingly, his cousin friend became his backbone.
"Wait a moment." Xu Mo looked into the distance.
Although everyone was puzzled, they waited in silence.
After about tea time, a panting young man in black robe arrived. Behind him was his only trusted guard and the jade pendant that belonged to the prince.
"Brother Fufeng." Chang Yan suppressed his sadness, "I didn't even see you for the last time."
"Fifth brother." Jiang Sheng pursed his lips, aggrieved and shocked, "How did you get out, and how did you know about it."
It is difficult for people who are trapped in the imperial city to see them, let alone send news.
He got rid of his eyes and rushed over, not to mention how much effort he spent.
"It's Mr. Dou whom I begged for yesterday." Xu Mo lowered his eyelashes, "Mrs. Dou came into the palace to help me deliver the news and tried every means to contact Xiao Wu."
Originally, he was unwilling to ask for help, let alone receive favors.
To be able to make this move, he obviously has reached the end of his endurance.
Chang Yan and Wang Fufeng had been together in the Wang family compound for a long time. Not to mention their friendship, he always had to give his old friend a ride.
"Now that you're here, let's get down in the coffin." Xu Mo sighed softly.
The snow had stopped and the coffin had been cleaned. They worked together to put the cleanest and flawless Mr. Fufeng into the deep pit and cover it with the most pristine soil.
As the shadow of the coffin disappeared, the young master who was so devoted to each other finally fell into a long sleep.
"Master, please go slowly." A loyal servant of the Wang family shouted hoarsely.
One sentence brought tears to my eyes.
The masters and masters of Anshui County wiped the corners of their eyes with mud and piled up the shape of the tomb.
There are no tombstones, and it is difficult to even erect a wooden sign.
But it doesn't matter. Sooner or later, his friends will carve a new stone tablet for him.
"Fufeng, let's go!"
After burying his old friend, Xu Mo did not go back. Instead, he led a fully loaded carriage to send Wang Mingyu and others back home.
"Originally I thought we would come together and leave together, but I didn't expect that there was still someone missing." Qian Fuzi promised with red eyes, "Don't worry, Xiao Mo, I will definitely rot in my stomach about this matter."
"Brother Xu, don't worry. I will be in charge of the Wang family and take good care of my third uncle and Wang Haoran." Wang Mingyu promised with clenched fists.
After all, he didn't wait for his friends and left alone.
The carriage went further and further away, and finally disappeared.
Xu Mo was finally able to turn around and look at the disguised Chang Yan, his eyes were deep and cold, "Xiao Wu, I don't want to hold back anymore."
I don’t want to, I’m passive.
