At this moment, whether it was Ning Xiaoxiang in the crowd, the Taoist priest from the Chongxuan Department, or the prince Yi Mo who was leaning on the building and facing the window, they all cast their gaze.
A group of people wearing white hemp hats, white linen clothes, and thick hemp ropes tied around their waists came carrying a black willow coffin, crying and singing.
Surrounding the coffin, they lined up a huge guard of honor, holding high various colored houses made of paper, carriages and horses, gold and silver mountains, boys and girls... On both sides of the procession was a mourning music troupe, playing mournful and harsh music.
The suona, sheng and flute, playing the deafening gongs, drums and iron cymbals, sang the funeral song of a filial son with a broken heart: "Burning paper money on the first gate, the road is heading west. The filial son is sad and weeping, and the gate of hell is open for good people. The ancients on the second gate..." One of the Tianluo Guards said in surprise: "Sir, we are in a hurry to attend the funeral."
"A good trick." Ning Xiaoxiang smiled slightly, "These rangers are pretty good at it. Now we can do business."
The funeral procession walked non-stop, placing road flags along the way and throwing paper money in the air.
"Dad! My miserable dad! You died when you were three years old, and my grandma made you poop and piss. It's a pity that you were sick since you were young, and you are blind. You still have to support six younger siblings...I
Poor dad, you didn't even get a bite of sweet food, and you left your children and grandchildren like this. How can you live if you call me grandma?" A man with dark complexion, wearing sackcloth and mourning was holding a mourning stick in one hand and holding a mourning stick in the other.
Holding the cable of the coffin, shouting at the top of his lungs.
A group of women at the back were supporting an old woman, whose eyes were sunk in wrinkles and could hardly be opened, and her tiny limbs were trembling as if she would fall down at any time.
"Give way, everyone, give way!" "Unlucky, how could someone choose this time for a funeral!" "What is this! Get out of the way, let us go first!" The crowd on the street pointed and shouted.
Get up. The two sides collided head-on on the Qingxi Bridge, and the scene suddenly became a bit chaotic.
The funeral procession paid no attention to each other, and the paper money like snowflakes was scattered out without any scruples, falling on the people parading in the street, causing a lot of abuse.
Neither side was willing to give in and started pushing each other. The coffin bearers were also squeezed and the coffin swayed back and forth.
"Xiuqing, get down quickly. Come and take a look. Is this the work of those scoundrels?" Yi Mo had already stood up and waved to Sun Xiu to come forward and speak.
"Your Highness, that's exactly what it is." Sun Xiu stood up and said respectfully: "Although these rangers have not read any books, they have some clever business methods, and their loyalty to Your Highness and the imperial court is beyond doubt."<
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"Wonderful, wonderful! Filial piety comes first. Even if you are a Taoist sect, you must obediently abide by the filial piety of famous religions. How can it conflict with the common people going out for funerals?" Yi Mo clapped his hands and laughed, feeling extremely comfortable. In these years, although
The Taoist sect is powerful and the famous religion is gradually declining. However, the "loyalty" and "filial piety" advocated by the famous religion have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and are regarded as the norms of the world.
People from both sides were intertwined, scolding and pushing, making it difficult to separate. The Taoist priests in Chongxuan Department looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the person carrying the coffin was knocked down. The black wooden coffin crashed to the ground. The thin coffin boards immediately fell into pieces, and the body of Blind Sun, who was wearing a shroud, rolled out.
"Dad!" A group of filial sons and grandsons swarmed towards him and let out heart-piercing cries. Others yelled and cursed, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.
"You don't even spare the dead!" A lady in mourning clothes quickly grabbed a son of a noble family and screamed with a red face, "You have to cover my father with mourning and kowtow to apologize! Ah, it's indecent!" p>
"My dad! God, I am sorry that you have suffered all your life and will be abused after death!" A group of people at the funeral cried and fell to the ground. They rolled on the ground, acted violently, shouted injustice, and called the officials. The scene was extremely noisy.
After opening the intersection, the flow of people parading on the street was completely blocked and could no longer move forward.
The Taoist priests of the Chongxuan Department noticed something was wrong, and secretly used magic spells and ecstasy spells in an attempt to disperse the funeral procession. However, a group of filial sons and grandsons all concealed talismans that could calm their minds. They cried when they should, and made a fuss when they needed to.
Not swayed by ecstasy.
"Oh, the old lady can't survive! Someone is killed!" someone screamed. At some point, the old woman had fallen to the ground, her limbs twitching slightly, and the mourners screamed like ghosts and wolves, and they were boiling.
The noise echoed through the streets.
Seeing the chaos below, Yi Mo couldn't help but feel elated and patted Sun Xiu on the shoulder: "Xiu Qing, you are really thoughtful. Those knight-errants are quite clever."
Sun Xiu bowed and said: "It's all because of His Highness's wise sage and magnanimity. The knights admire him deeply and are willing to go through fire and water for the Ming Dynasty, no matter what."
Yi Mo glanced at Sun Xiu appreciatively: "I know in my heart that these are all your contributions. Sit down, drink tea with me, and taste the pain of Qinhuai's children missing each other, hahaha!"
"Thank you for sitting down, Your Highness." Sun Xiu first knelt down to express his gratitude, and then Shi Shiran sat down and said with tears of gratitude: "Xiu comes from a humble background, and I don't know how lucky I am to be able to sit with His Highness. I am lucky enough to be able to honor my ancestors.
Even if Xiu dies today, he will not live up to this life." He couldn't help but his eyes turned red and tears filled his eyes.
"Xiuqing, I know your loyalty." Yi Mo felt more and more pity in his heart, and felt a little guilty for beating Sun Xiusheng earlier. He took out a dragon and phoenix scented scarf from his sleeve and handed it to Sun Xiu, "
Don't be sad, I will reward you heavily when this matter is completely resolved!"
Sun Xiu quickly left his seat to express his gratitude and reported again: "Your Highness, except for the Qingxi Bridge section, all the other major roads have been properly arranged. There are four families going out for funerals today, and two families are getting married. They will definitely build Kangcheng."
The blockage was so tight that the unscrupulous people parading in the streets and the bully noses of the Chongxuan Department were helpless."
Yi Mo laughed loudly: "Great, come, let's see the bustle of Jiankang City!" He took off the green and purple unicorn jade pendant tied around his waist. The jade pendant was inlaid with gold and beads, and was engraved with intricate and mysterious patterns.
He turned the luminous pearls in Qilin's eyes, and a beam of strange light spit out from Qilin's mouth and cast it on the snow-white wall. The light and shadow floated, colors appeared layer by layer, Yi Mo shook the blue and purple Qilin jade pendant, and various scenes of Jiankang City were gradually revealed.
, one by one is clearly reflected on the wall.
On the East Gate Bridge, a group of people playing and playing music were making a big fuss with the crowd on the street. The bride, wearing a red hijab, sat on the ground, hugging the groom and crying...
In front of the Ximing Gate, the funeral procession and the people parading in the street fought fiercely. The soldiers under Sili Xiaowei took the opportunity to dispatch...
In the next few days, red and white events in Jiankang City continued one after another.
Some of the homes that were parading in the streets had stinking excrement piled up at their doorsteps, or the elderly at home had broken their legs for no apparent reason, or their children had gone missing... After a few days of such commotion, the craze of the parade gradually subsided.
Later, a wealthy man celebrated his 80-year-old mother's birthday and invited the most famous opera troupe in Kyoto, "Huamantang", to perform for free for eight days at the Sanqiao Gate in the east of the city, attracting people to come and watch. There was also a family.
A woman, while her husband was out having fun, made peace with a vixen in the middle of the night, but was discovered by an old widower who secretly came to look for her mother-in-law. She was forced to have a foursome, which became the hottest topic in teahouses and restaurants...
Except for Ji Kang, Xie Xuan and others are still supporting him, most people no longer pay attention to Yuan An in prison.