The expression on his confidant's face was calm. He lowered his head and said calmly: "Everything must be done according to your wishes."
Duan Jinjiang said: "In that case, let everything go according to plan."
After saying that, Duan Jinjiang closed his eyes.
The confidant lifted the wooden board and said, "I'm offended."
After saying that, he covered Duan Jinjiang's body with wooden boards, locked them with a trap, and then took Duan Changmian's body back and placed it in the coffin.
At this point, unless someone completely smashed the coffin, no one would know that the coffin was actually double-layered.
Immediately afterwards, the Duan family began to make intensive preparations to transport the body of the eldest son back to his hometown for burial.
In the restaurant opposite Duan Mansion, the entire second floor was in a state of desolation.
Sanbao was in charge personally, and the entire second floor was full of people, but they were all royal guards.
Leaning against the window, Sanbao picked up the wine glass. The warm and slightly scalding wine glass was slowly rubbed on his fingertips. At Sanbao's table, a spy was reporting the situation.
"Mr. Factory, we have found out. There will be a funeral in the Duan Mansion soon. Duan Jinjiang will personally escort the hearse. The hearse will leave the capital from Dongzhimen and then take a detour to the west."
Sanbao stared at Duan Mansion, which was filled with white sails, and said softly: "Then let's wait here."
After the spies left, someone asked cautiously: "Manufacturer, why don't you just go in and get the person?"
Sanbao said slowly: "There are enough right and wrongs in the capital. Duan Jinjiang wants to die, but he cannot die in the capital."
With just this sentence, no one asked any more questions.
After a while, Sanbao saw the door of Duan's mansion open, a loud voice sang, white sails were raised, and paper money was thrown into the sky.
"Awake!"
White snow, pale white sails, and dark yellow paper money are flying in the sky.
The hearse procession set off. At the front were eight children carrying soul-drawing sails on their shoulders. Behind them were six girls throwing paper money as they walked. After that, there was a group of personal guards surrounding Duan Jinjiang, who was wearing sackcloth.
Behind Duan Jinjiang is the hearse procession.
Behind the hearse procession, there are monks chanting sutras for salvation, and after that, there are soul-calling flags following.
"Luring the soul in front and calling in the soul in the back, Duan Jinjiang can't wait to let his son follow him on the road."
Sanbao sneered, raised his head, drank the green plum wine in the cup, and said: "Cheer up and follow the Zajia to do things!"
The hearse escorting Duan Changmian's body left Dongzhimen and walked half a circle around the capital. When it was about to leave the capital and enter the South Zhili boundary monument, at the end of the road, a large group of people was already waiting.
The first one is the Three Jewels.
The hearse team slowly approached. Sanbao squinted his eyes and looked at the approaching team, and slowly raised his palms.
As he raised his palm, countless figures suddenly appeared on both sides of the road.
These people are all carefully selected archers.
They held big bows in their hands and were ready to go.
When the whole hearse team saw this, a commotion broke out.
Finally, a group of personal guards ran towards Sanbao.
It seems to be saying something.
But their voices were drowned by the wind and snow.
Of course, Sanbao doesn't care what they say.
"Fire the arrow."
The word "Jian" fell to the ground, and arrows rained down from the left and right towards the hearse procession in the middle.
Then there were screams.
Those personal guards who were running in the middle of the road were shot into a hornet's nest, including their men and horses, and their blood spurted out, and they fell over in the snow with their heads raised.
The bright red blood and the white snow mixed together to form an extremely poignant picture.
