The quiet teahouse in Yanguan Lane.
Zhang San opened the tea lid and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.
He took a sip of tea happily and asked curiously: "Shiro, rumors have been very powerful recently."
"What rumors?" Li Si asked while drinking tea, feeling a little surprised.
Zhang San put the tea cup on the Eight Immortals table, looked at Li Si, and asked strangely: "You are just asking around, but you don't know about this?"
"How can I know if you don't tell me clearly?" Li Si seemed to be in a cloud.
Zhang San looked at him as if he was not lying, so he said, "I heard that the tomb of King E is haunted. Don't you know about this?"
"The Tomb of King E is haunted, haha, haha, haha." Li Si rubbed his belly and almost spit out the tea, "How could such a thing exist?"
"You actually don't believe it. Now people say that there are five ghosts kneeling in front of King E's tomb." Zhang San stretched out his palm and spread his fingers to indicate that there were five ghosts.
Li Si nodded and said through gritted teeth: "Yes, they are not humans, they are ghosts, they have no humanity at all."
"One moment you say there are no ghosts, and the next moment you say they are not humans but ghosts. What's going on?" Zhang San felt himself getting more and more confused.
Li Si clenched his hands into fists and knocked hard on the Eight Immortals table, causing the teacup to jump up immediately.
Zhang San couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't understand why Li Si wanted to take out his anger on the Eight Immortals Table.
Li Si looked at Zhang San, his eyes full of anger, so red that Zhang San jumped.
He didn't understand why Li Si was like this, but he heard Li Si say: "Do you know what these five ghosts are?"
"I only know that the tomb of King E is haunted, but I don't know which ghosts it is?" Zhang San shook his head.
Li Si's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "They are Qin Hui, Mr. and Mrs. Wang, Zhang Jun, Wan Qixi, and Luo Ru."
"Why are they ghosts when they are obviously human beings?" Zhang San felt even more baffled when he heard the names of these people and that they were obviously human beings.
Li Si waved his right hand in the air and asked: "If they were human beings, why did they unite to persecute King E on unfounded charges?"
"Indeed, they don't deserve to be human beings. They only deserve to be ghosts." Zhang San nodded, agreeing with Li Si's statement.
Li Siyu was still angry, pointing in the direction of King E's tomb in the distance, and roared: "This Qin Hui not only gave the territory of the Song Dynasty recovered by King E to the Kingdom of Jin in vain, but also gave 30% of the Song Dynasty's annual taxes to the Kingdom of Jin in vain . He is not a ghost or anything, he is an evil ghost from the Jin Kingdom, who came specifically to kill King E, to steal the territory of the Song Dynasty, and to steal the taxes of the Song Dynasty."
"Yes, let's go and have a look. I have no intention of drinking tea at all. I don't feel comfortable at all if I don't have a look at the scene." Zhang San put down the teacup and made a gesture of invitation to Li Si.
Li Si couldn't help but be overjoyed. He immediately put down his tea cup and made a gesture of invitation: "That's what I mean. We just happen to go together."
The two of them humbled each other and hurriedly ran downstairs.
Li Si ran away, but Zhang San grabbed him and said, "It's ten or twenty miles from here to the Tomb of King E. Can you run there?"
"It's still early anyway, it's too late to run over." Li Si said sheepishly.
He was actually short of money and had to find an excuse.
Coming out of Yanguan Lane is the Royal Road, where there are horse-drawn carriages.
Zhang San waved to a carriage, but before the carriage came, he was stopped by others.
Zhang San couldn't help being furious and asked the person who stopped him: "Mr. Sir, I was the one who shouted for this car. Why did you stop it?"
"Mr. Lang, I'm sorry. I have something important to do. Please forgive me." Those people bowed their hands and their tone was extremely sincere.
Hearing that the person blocking the car had expressed his humility, Zhang San couldn't get angry, so he had to bow his hands and let the person get on the car.
Ding-dang, ding-dong, the Royal Road carriage was running very fast, and another carriage was coming.
Zhang San stopped another carriage, and now another person got on the carriage.
He was polite and said, "Mr. Sir, I'm in a hurry. Please forgive me."
Zhang San had no choice but to pull Li Si forward, and the carriage came running over again with a clanking sound.
When he was about to wave, he saw someone getting on the bus. He was so angry that the Trinity Buddha was born and the two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
"Sanlang, didn't you see? The carriage is very tilted today, why not walk." Seeing Zhang San intercepting seven or eight of them without success, Li Si shook his head and sighed.
Zhang San shook his head and didn't look at him. He just looked at Yu Dao's carriage.
Ding-ding-ding, a donkey cart was in front of them.
Zhang San was stunned. He didn't call for a donkey cart.
The coachman looked at the two people and asked calmly: "Boss officials, would you like to get in? The carriages are all gone."
"Get in the car, why don't you get in the car." Zhang San saw someone else waving, obviously the driver was telling the truth.
Most of the horse-drawn carriages and donkey-carts of the Song Dynasty had a roof that could block the sun.
After all, those with carriage walls on both sides are rare, because the horses of the Song Dynasty are not tall horses and their pulling power is not good.
Some carriages even omit the roof in order to save horsepower.
The donkey cart of Zhang San and Li Si is good, and it also has an umbrella-shaped roof, which can block the sun in the sky.
Although the donkey cart is not as fast as the horse-drawn carriage, it is still about 60% as fast as the horse-drawn carriage.
With sharp eyes, Li Si pointed at the carriages, donkey carts and mule carts in front and asked, "Strange, why are these carts all facing the same direction?"
"You two gentlemen don't know something. Not only today, but also for the past few days, most of the carriages and donkey carts are going to Qixialing." The coachman was in a good mood and answered while driving.
Li Si was a little puzzled and asked: "Car driver, why is this so?"
"Two guests, are you looking at those five ghosts?" The coachman's tone was obviously full of anger. He did not say the names of the people, but replaced them with ghosts.
Zhang San nodded and asked in surprise: "Exactly, how did the coachman know?"
"Of course. Nowadays, when we call carriages and donkey carts, we almost always look at those five ghosts. I heard that five ghosts were running in front of King E. Who in the Song Dynasty would not be happy." The coachman gritted his teeth at first, and finally his tone became happy. stand up.
When the two heard what the coachman said, they looked at each other and smiled.
Although their expressions were happy, the two of them were actually more anxious, wanting to see what was going on.
Li Si pointed at the pedestrians on the roadside and said, "Sanlang, did you see that most of them didn't take the car and were walking to the Tomb of King E?"
"They are close, so there is no problem in walking. We are far away, so we have to take a car." Zhang San felt that Li Si was too frugal.
In Zhang San's opinion, other things can be saved, but going to the Tomb of King E to see Yue Wumu must not be saved.
Since the two of them went to see Yue Wumu, who served the country loyally, they must have a pious heart.
Li Si looked at the dense crowd and sighed: "It's just that there are so many passers-by, and the car can't run fast even if it wants to."
"It doesn't matter. Although the donkey cart is not as fast as the horse carriage, it is more stable." Zhang San looked at the horseman and kept shouting at him, with a tone of admiration in his mouth.
Just when Li Si was worried, the driver drove the donkey cart forward steadily.
With the donkey cart, we arrived at Qixialing in less than a stick of incense.
However, carriages cannot go to King E's Tomb and can only park here.
It's about a hundred steps from the road to King E's Tomb. This is not a road, but a stone avenue.
Zhang San and Li Si got out of the car and saw many people coming on the road.
They had no choice but to follow others and move slowly towards the tomb of King E.
About a tea time, they finally arrived at the Tomb of King E.
The two took a closer look and saw five black statues kneeling under the stone steps in front of the tomb.
There are five names on these five statues, namely Qin Hui and Wang couple, Zhang Jun, Wan Qixi, and Luo Ruji.
There are two stone pillars standing on both sides of the statue, with a couplet written on them: "The green mountains are fortunate to bury loyal bones, and the innocent white iron casts sycophants."
"Good couplet." Zhang San said while praising loudly.
A scribe pointed to the couplet and said: "Well written, it should have been like this a long time ago."
"Qin Gui, are you here today?" A scribe pointed at the statue of Qin Hui and laughed.
The two of them saw a situation, that is, all the people who came made a move and spit at the five ghosts.
Some were not happy and spit at Qin Hui's statue repeatedly until there was no more saliva in their mouths.
A stocky man in his early twenties was still unwilling to give up after spitting, and even stepped on the face of Qin Hui's statue. Although this man seemed rude, he didn't think it was inappropriate, and some people even cheered loudly.
After venting their anger, these people did not forget King E.
They offered incense to King E and his son one after another to comfort their souls in heaven. Many people kowtowed in front of King E's tomb.
Zhang San offered incense to King E and kowtowed to him respectfully.
Li Si kowtowed and sobbed: "King E, now I can finally comfort your old man. These five ghosts came to your grave to admit their mistakes. They will kneel in front of your old man forever and will be infamy for thousands of years."
"King E, although Qin Hui was deeply hidden, the little saint found out that he was a great spy of the Jin Kingdom, and even a great traitor of the Song Dynasty. You are a truly loyal minister of the Song Dynasty. Can the Song Dynasty think about today's achievements of King E? It must be gone." Zhang San kowtowed and sobbed.
Although Zhang San cried sadly, there was someone who cried more sadly than him.
This man was the strong man with the face of Qin Hui's statue just now. He knelt in front of the tomb of King E and cried bitterly.
Unlike others who just cried for a while, he cried for a whole cup of tea, as if the mountains and rivers were pale and the birds flew away.
After he cried, he knelt three times and bowed nine times before King E, and then got up from the platform.
He wiped his red and swollen eyes from crying and saluted around him: "Officials, do you know where Qin Gui's grave is?"
"This person doesn't dig graves, does he?" Zhang San thought, should he tell him?
During the Song Dynasty, people paid great attention to laying their graves in peace. This was a sign of respect for the deceased. How could you dig someone else's grave?
But when I think about it carefully, it is wrong to dig graves. That is for ordinary people, but it is another matter for Qin Gui.
Because he is not a human at all, he is a ghost, and his heart has already been eaten by the ghost.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and pointed to the northwest: "I heard it's in Yingtian Mansion."
"Officer, thank you for telling me, I'm going to go." The strong man bowed his hands in a salute, waved his long sleeves, strode away, and soon disappeared.
Li Si knew that this strong man might want to dig a grave, but he did not stop him.
He once felt something was wrong and wanted to open his mouth to stop it.
But when he just opened his mouth, he found other people staring at him fiercely.
He had no choice but to cover his mouth and force himself not to make any sound.
The eyes of those people were like sharp knives. If he tried to stop him, he would definitely be torn into pieces by those present.
Looking at the other eyes, Li Si broke into a cold sweat: "If I had made a sound at that time, that person must have thought that he was also a traitor, because only a traitor can help a traitor."
Uncle Xie Fang returned to Xie Mansion with an extremely gloomy expression, as if he could drip water.
"Ms. sir, do you still want to listen to "Between Mountains and Rivers"?" A maid in her early twenties stepped forward and asked softly with a bow.
He suppressed the anger in his heart and said to the maid: "There is no need to play the piano today, just drink a book and get drunk with the spring breeze."
The maid nodded and immediately went to make tea.
The maid had just left when he saw a figure from behind and wanted to sneak past her, but it felt wrong.
"Stop," he shouted.
The man had to stop and turned around. It was his youngest son Xie Yun.
Uncle Xie Fang looked him up and down, frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Where have you been today? There is still mud on you."
"Tell father, child, child..." Xie Yun spoke hesitantly, and his former eloquence suddenly disappeared.
Uncle Xie Fang raised his right hand, frowned and asked, "How dare you try to hide your fatherhood?"
"Bang bang, bang bang." Xie Yun suddenly knelt down and looked at Uncle Xie Fang, with a look of panic on his face: "The child has gone to the tomb of King E."
Bang bang, bang bang, the crisp sound of a slap came to mind in the study.
Then came Uncle Xie Fang's extremely angry voice: "You are so brave and your wings are stiff. Do you want to anger your father to death?"
"Father, the child has to go." Xie Yun covered his burning face and defended dejectedly.
Snap, snap, slap, another loud sound of a slap, and then Uncle Xie Fang said sternly: "The feet didn't grow on your body, how can they grow on someone else's body?"
