Uncle Xie Fang's slap was loud, but Xie Yun's answer shocked him.
"Father, if I don't go, they will say I'm a spy." Xie Yun covered his face and said reluctantly.
"Isn't that reasonable?" Uncle Xie Fang stretched out his right foot, almost touching Xie Yun, but finally took it back, "Did those classmates of yours really say that?"
"How dare you hide it, kid?" Xie Yun still covered his burning face and looked up at him cautiously.
Uncle Xie Fang felt that there was a raging anger in his heart, but he could not lose his composure in front of his son.
He is not only a father, but also a prime minister, and this image must be maintained.
Uncle Xie Fang thought for a while and said in a deep voice, "I can't blame you for this. Get up."
Xie Yun's knees were already numb. He rubbed his thighs before slowly getting up from the ground.
"Father, the child has gone to read a book." Xie Yun stood up and bowed respectfully to his father and said carefully.
My father was moody today, so he had to act cautiously.
Uncle Xie Fang looked at the mud on his clothes and a few grass blades, and snorted: "You don't look like a student like this."
"Yes, father, the child will change his clothes immediately." Xie Yun bowed respectfully again. This father has extremely strict requirements.
The officials love the eldest son, and the common people love the youngest son.
As a member of the ministers, Uncle Xie Fang was no exception. He loved this Yao'er very much.
Xie Yun is Uncle Xie Fang's youngest son. He was born at the age of thirty-five, even younger than his eldest grandson. He is extremely doting on him.
As a literati, Uncle Fang was not so doting as to loving him in his heart. While giving him the best education, he also had the strictest requirements for him.
Perhaps the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Unexpectedly, this son would become a member of the pilgrims to the tomb of King E.
Xie Yun didn't know what kind of ecstasy was poured into his mouth by his classmates, but he openly acted against me.
Knowing clearly that I don't like military generals, I still followed my classmates to pay homage to that vulgar warrior.
If he had known that this son was so disappointing, he should not have been born, Uncle Xie Fang thought in his heart.
But what makes Uncle Xie Fang even more disappointed is that this son still has something to say later.
Xie Yun walked a few steps and suddenly turned back: "Father, there is something wrong with my child that I don't know should be reported?"
"Say." Seeing that Xie Yun said this instead of changing clothes, it was obviously a more urgent matter.
Xie Yun bowed respectfully again: "Tell father, I think you should also go to the tomb of King E."
"Father, you are free to act accordingly and don't go to change clothes." Hearing Xie Yun say this, Uncle Xie Fang raised the palm in his hand, his chest kept rising and falling, and finally put it down.
Xie Yun did not give up yet, and bowed respectfully again: "Tell father, this is the will of the people."
"As a father, a minister, and a Jinshi, how can you salute a vulgar warrior? This is a disgrace to the court." Uncle Xie Fang glared at him and stopped him.
Xie Yun sighed inwardly and shook his head. His father turned a blind eye to such a great opportunity to increase his reputation.
King E is a vulgar warrior, good at both civil and military skills.
Take a look at "Man Jiang Hong" by King E, which is so impressive that you, a Jinshi prime minister, may not be able to write it.
Xie Yun opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to say anything.
After all, although Uncle Xie Fang did not have any good poems, he was still a Jinshi and a prime minister anyway. This cannot be denied.
The key thing is that he is the father, the authority in the family, and the person who speaks the truth.
The relationship between father and son is very good, but because of the incident in the tomb of King E, a thorn in their hearts was planted.
In the Jingyuan Tea House, Zhang San and Li Si were drinking tea.
Zhang San glanced at Li Si: "Do you know, there are rumors again."
"There are many rumors, how do I know which one you are?" Li Si looked at him gently and answered calmly.
Zhang San smiled mysteriously: "This news is absolutely exciting, you will never expect it."
"You're not deceiving me, it's like this every time." Li Si remained unmoved and focused on tea.
Zhang San frowned, stared at him and said, "How about Guan Pu? Since you don't believe it."
"If you shut down, you'll shut down, and whoever loses will pay for tea." Li Si was not willing to be outdone, but his family was of modest means, so he simply used tea money as gambling capital.
Zhang San nodded. He didn't have to worry about winning or losing. He mainly wanted to attract Li Si's attention.
Zhang San looked at Li Si with a mysterious smile on his face: "Do you know, the five ghosts of the Qin family have been in disgrace for thousands of years."
"What's all the fuss about this? The five of them kneeling there, aren't they infamy for eternity?" Li Si stretched out his right hand, "Bring it here, you have already lost."
The five Qin Hui men knelt in front of the tomb of King E, and were called the Five Ghosts of the Qin family by the people of Lin'an.
Now the names of the five people are gradually forgotten, but when it comes to the five ghosts of the Qin family, everyone in Lin'an knows about them.
Zhang San patted Li Si's palm with his right hand and said contemptuously: "You have decided whether to win or lose before I finish speaking."
"Don't you want to default on your debt?" Li Si quit.
Zhang San smiled calmly, and his tone was full of disdain: "I have always been a man of words. When did you default on your debt?"
"Then, I'm all ears." After hearing what Zhang San said, Li Si had no choice but to express his stance.
Zhang San smiled mysteriously again: "In the past few days, when I went to see the Five Ghosts, everyone had to cover their noses because it really smelled bad."
"Why is this so? Could it be that the strong man took the corpse of old ghost Qin Hui from Yingtian Mansion? No, Yingtian Mansion's body was moved here. It took less than half a month to complete the trip." Li Si shook his head and couldn't believe it.
Zhang San's smile became more and more mysterious: "No, not at all. Your guess was wrong."
"Dare I ask Sanlang, what's going on?" Li Si was so excited by Zhang San that he had no choice but to beg and bow his hands.
"How can you tell? There is water to use the five ghosts as a chamber pot." Zhang San saw that it whetted Li Si's appetite and finally gave an answer.
When Li Si heard this, his mouth opened so wide that he could almost stuff an egg into it.
The so-called chamber pot is a toilet.
Moreover, urinating on these five ghosts cannot be done in broad daylight, and can only be done secretly at night.
There is only one Fuchan Temple near Qixialing, and no one lives there. This is to give King E a quiet environment and not dare to disturb his spirit in heaven.
To come here from other places and then return home is difficult to complete in less than half an hour or so.
When I came here at night, it felt so gloomy that timid people would not dare to come here at all.
It can be said that these people have made great determination in order to truly make the Five Ghosts of the Qin Family "infamous for thousands of years".
It wasn't over yet, Zhang San asked quietly in his ear: "Do you have the guts to try it tonight?"
"It's scary, it's scary, it's too scary. It's twenty miles away from here. From here to there, you'll stink and then come back at night. It's almost Haishi (around ten o'clock in the evening)." Li Si's face was pale, his body was trembling, and he almost drank his tea. Shake it out.
Zhang San glanced at him contemptuously: "Don't you always admire King E? Why have you become so timid?"
"Of course King E admires him, but I am naturally timid." Li Si did not dare to raise his head and look at Zhang San, so he had to lower his head and drink tea.
Zhang San looked at Li Si with interest, looking at his trembling hands and feeling a little funny.
He said solemnly: "You are not going to do this alone, I will go with you."
Li Si really didn't want to go. When he looked up and saw Zhang San's serious look, he knew he couldn't escape.
"Okay, but I have to leave early and come back early." Seeing Zhang San's expression, he had no choice but to agree.
At the end of Youshi, it was already dark.
They came out of Yanguan Lane and came to Yu Street.
At this time, the lanterns had been hung up, illuminating the royal road in an ambiguous manner.
Jingle, jingle, jingle, the carriage was running up and down the royal road.
Of course the carriages also have lights, some have one lantern hanging on them, some have two lanterns hanging on them.
Zhang San stopped the carriage, and the coachman was happy when he saw someone waving, but when he heard that he was going to the tomb of King E, he shook his head.
"Car driver, why don't you go to the tomb of King E?" Zhang San was puzzled and asked with a bow.
The coachman looked like he was thinking about Zhang San, and he bowed his hands and replied seriously: "My guest, it's not that I don't want to go, but it's dark there, it's easy to get into trouble, and it's not good for your guest."
"Coward." Although Li Si was brave, he didn't expect the carriage driver to be so cowardly, so he couldn't help but say.
The coachman was furious, but thought that he would be rude by refusing.
He bowed his hands and said patiently: "Sir, please let me explain the reason. The carriage is faster and suitable for running on brighter streets during the day, but not suitable for running in dark and remote places. If you really want to go, you can Call it an ox cart or a donkey cart.”
"Sophistry." Li Si couldn't believe it, he concluded.
Hearing this, the coachman became furious. Although he refused, he explained clearly and found a way for them.
Zhang San winked at Li Si, with a smile on his face: "Thank you so much, coachman, please do whatever you want."
"The coachman clearly didn't want to take us there, so he just found an excuse." Looking at the back of the carriage as it went away, Li Si paused his feet and said bitterly.
Zhang San shook his head and said what the coachman did not say: "Of course there is a reason why the carriage does not go anywhere. One trip to Qixialing can already make two or even three trips in the city."
"Carriage snob." Li Si sighed and shook his head.
Jingling, clanking, Zhang San waved to an ox cart, and the two of them got on the ox cart.
After getting on the ox cart, Li Si pointed to the ox carts and donkey carts on both sides and asked strangely: "It's so late, why are there still people going to Qixialing?"
"I don't know, sir. There are a lot of tourists in Qixialing now, not only during the day but also at night." The coachman replied while driving.
Li Si patted his chest and said happily: "I thought there were very few people at night, but I didn't expect that there would be quite a few people at night."
"The Five Ghosts of the Qin Family are so abominable. He is also dead. If he had not died, these people would definitely peel off his skin and eat his flesh." The coachman laughed loudly, "These people are here to make the Five Ghosts of the Qin Family stink for thousands of years. "
"The five ghosts of the Qin family have done these evil things, and they really deserve these retributions." Li Si nodded, agreeing with the coachman's statement.
Although the ox cart was not fast, it was sure-footed. In less than an hour, it reached the road in front of the Tomb of King E.
Zhang San and Li Si got off the oxcart, and when they saw the situation, they forgot to bring their lanterns.
There is no moon tonight, only a few stars, and it is impossible to see clearly from the ground.
Although there were people holding lanterns in front of them, they could only illuminate them.
The driver smiled, took off the lantern from the cart, and handed it to Zhang San.
Zhang San couldn't help but be stunned: "Aren't you leaving?"
"Everyone has a chance to deal with this big traitor." The coachman laughed heartily and took down another lantern to shine on the two of them.
Although not as much at night as during the day, I could still smell a stink from afar.
Li Si couldn't help covering his nose and gagging: "It stinks, it stinks."
Zhang San also felt a bit smelly and couldn't help but cover his nose.
"Although it stinks, if there is no lingering odor, it will disappear in a few days." The coachman smiled while lighting a lantern for them.
Li Si walked carefully and asked curiously: "Why is this happening?"
"It's very simple. There are green grass everywhere here, which makes the land more fertile." The coachman said calmly with a faint smile.
Li Si couldn't help but be shocked: "In this case, we will have to stink for a long time before we can continue to stink."
"Perseverance will really make Qin Gui infamy for thousands of years." Zhang San said coldly, but his tone was unquestionable.
Li Si nodded: "Qin Gui has done all the bad things, and only in this way can he match his identity."
After the five ghosts of the Qin family left behind them, the three of them came to the tomb of King E and bowed respectfully after offering incense.
After returning home, Zhang San did not want to continue paying for the fare, but this time Li Si did not firmly disagree.
Although his family background is not as good as that of Zhang San, he is very poor and ambitious, and is determined to pay for the fare.
Seeing the two people arguing, the coachman chuckled and said, "On the way, half price."
The next day, Uncle Xie Fang opened the "Da Song Zhonghua News" and was stunned.
Qin Hui not only has a stink that lasts for thousands of years, but also smells bad.
These were secondary. He was so angry that he was dizzy and unsteady due to the actions of the imperial student.
