King Qi and Di Weiming came to Yizhuang. The old man guarding Yizhuang did not know King Qi or Di Weiming, but seeing that both of them were very richly dressed and had brought their entourage, he did not dare to neglect and lit incense first.
At the corner of the door, he led the two of them in.
Di Zhongliang's body was placed inside. Because the Yamen had specially told it, incense was never cut off under the bed board, and some money was also scattered. The money was trampled to pieces and stuck in.
Inside the soil, it looked a little desolate.
The light in Yizhuang was dim, so he lit an oil lamp, but the illumination was not very clear. The old man lifted up the quilt and sprinkled lime on Di Zhongliang's face. In fact, he could not see it clearly. "Master, please check it out. Is there anything wrong?"
?”
Di Weiming stood in front of the corpse, took a condescending look, and nodded, "Yes, that's right."
The old man was startled, "Why don't you look more carefully?"
Di Weiming turned around and said, "Don't look at it. A white-haired person giving a black-haired person will cause great pain in the world. How can you stand a closer look?"
The voice was full of dull pain, but the face showed no change and was extremely forbearing.
The old man said: "Well, if the identity is correct, then I will bury him first. Has the coffin been delivered?"
Di Weiming said calmly: "No need, just wrap it up in this quilt, someone will carry it away."
King Qi was a little surprised, "Didn't you prepare a coffin?
Since he is going to be taken back for burial, I think he will be buried here first without nailing the coffin, and then he will be retouched when he goes back..." Before King Qi finished speaking, Di Weiming said coldly: "Your Highness, don't bother, that's it.
Just roll him up and walk away. It was a serious crime for him to assassinate the prince. It is already his blessing to have the body wrapped in a quilt."
The old man only knew the identity of King Qi when he heard that he called himself the prince. However, it was the first time that the old man had heard that a corpse was carried away without a coffin, and he was dressed so richly.
The old man didn't dare to ask, so he just stepped forward and rolled up the quilt. Di Weiming ordered someone to come in and said, "Take it back."
The two men stepped forward and lifted Di Zhongliang's body. Although it was covered with lime and rolled up in bedding, the body had already begun to rot before being handled. When it was moved, it gave off a stinky smell that filled the capital of King Qi.
Somewhat nauseating.
After leaving Yizhuang, the old man stood guard outside, waiting for Di Weiming to mount his horse. He bowed and took a handful of incense in his hand to hand to Di Weiming, but Di Weiming didn't even look at the old man.
He glanced at him, scolded him and stepped away, then rode away without even saying a word to King Qi.
The old man was startled for a moment, then looked back at King Qi. King Qi was also wondering, so he took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve pocket and handed it to the old man, "Take it!"
The old man was overjoyed when he saw the broken silver and threw the incense, "Thank you, Your Majesty, Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Most people would only give fifty coins to identify a corpse, but this is money. After all, it is the prince, so generous.
King Qi looked at Di Weiming and the carriage pulling the body in front, and couldn't help but sigh. Di Zhongliang was a filial man. He didn't expect to end up in such a bleak way. He didn't even have a coffin all the way back. Listen to Di Weiming's words,
There will be no coffin for burial.
He rode his horse back to Jingzhao Mansion. Yu Wenhao was still reading information in the government office. When King Qi returned, he sat down in a daze. Yu Wenhao asked: "Why are you still in a daze?
Didn’t you take them all back?
Are you still worried about this?"
King Qi said: "The leader took him back, but it was so desolate that he didn't even give him a coffin."
Yu Wenhao put down the information and was a little surprised, "Is Di Weiming so ruthless?"
King Qi said: "I don't think he is heartless. He has been depressed and sad all the way. He is probably afraid of being criticized. After all, Di Zhongliang assassinated you. The Di family can no longer withstand criticism from others, so
So he was rolled up in the quilt and walked away. Di Weiming was also very disappointed. When he left, he didn't even take the incense and didn't give the old man Yizhuang a red envelope. I gave him the broken silver."
Yu Wenhao sat down, "He didn't even take the incense?"
"Isn't it?
He was so dejected that he just left."
King Qi said.
Yuwen Haofeng narrowed his eyes. If Di Weiming is young, it is understandable that he does not understand this rule, but what kind of human affairs has he never experienced?
How could he not know that if a man who died tragically outside was to be taken home, he would have to carry the incense along the way?
That's his biological son, so he doesn't care so little about it, right?
"Fifth brother, what are you thinking about?"
King Qi saw that he was suddenly lost in thought, so he looked at him and asked.
Yu Wenhao asked him, "Besides, what else is unusual about Di Weiming?"
"abnormal?"
King Qi thought for a while, "Apart from being a little older and faltering, there is nothing unusual. Are you still as arrogant as ever?
It's already now, and you're still acting like the head of state?"
"Can you smell the smell of medicine on him?"
Yu Wenhao suddenly remembered that he had met him face to face at the gate, and it seemed that he had never smelled the smell of herbs on his body.
King Qi shook his head, "I didn't notice it, but there shouldn't be anything. My nose is very sensitive, especially to the smell of herbs. I didn't notice it. It should be gone... That's right. Isn't he sick and recuperating in another hospital?
Why don’t you need to take medicine?”
Yu Wenhao thought for a while, "Where does he live now?"
"No. 56, Wan Zhang Street, was the property of the Di family. It was not confiscated at the time because strictly speaking, it was Mrs. Di's dowry."
King Qi was a little surprised when he saw that Yu Wenhao kept asking, "Is there anything wrong with Di Weiming?"
Yu Wenhao said: "What do you think?
How is he different from before?"
King Qi thought for a while, "There is a difference. After all, the Di family has gone through this calamity. He is no longer as good as he used to be. He must be in trouble. He... is also much older. This is understandable. There are no sick people."
Not old?"
"Except for the appearance, do you think there's anything else wrong?"
Yu Wenhao asked again.
King Qi thought of Di Weiming's every move, but he didn't think there was much difference. Compared with the past, it was definitely not comparable now, so he shook his head and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong with anything else."
Yu Wenhao said: "In fact, he can ask his entourage to handle this matter, or even send a message to his sons. If he sends a message, will his sons dare not come?
Secondly, he was terribly calm. You said he was sad, but I didn't see it. No matter how much I suppressed the pain of losing my son, I couldn't suppress the great pain in my eyes. When he looked at me, there was only artificial hatred and coldness.
"
King Qi was dumbfounded, "Fake hatred and coldness?
How to distinguish this?
Maybe he really hates you?"
Yu Wenhao patted him on the shoulder, "Old Qi, don't judge people by their superficial appearance. Try switching identities. You are Di Weiming. What will happen to you when you see me?"
King Qi shrugged, "How are Di Weiming and I the same?
Even if we experience the same thing, our attitudes will be different depending on our temperament and ability to endure."
Yu Wenhao said: "But there must be one thing in common, that is the great pain of losing a son. He can hide hatred and resentment, but grief cannot be hidden. Di Weiming has never been a person who is good at hiding his thoughts. He always knows how to tolerate
This way, we will not end up where we are today.”
After he finished speaking, he thought for a moment and walked out quickly.