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 under the bed. 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?"
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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 man giving a black man a gift 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 it is going to be taken back for burial, I think it will be buried here first without nailing the coffin, and then we can do the repairs when we go back..."
Before King Qi finished speaking, Di Weiming said coldly: "Your Majesty, don't bother, just roll him away like this. His assassination of the prince is a serious crime. It is 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 it was handled. When it was moved, it smelled so bad that it 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 documents in the government office. When King Qi returned, he sat down and was stunned. Yu Wenhao asked: "Why are you still stunned? Didn't you take them all back? Are you still worried about this?
Are you worried?"
King Qi said: "The leader took him back, but it was so miserable 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 that right? He was so dejected that he just left like this." King Qi said.
Yuwen Haofeng narrowed his eyes. If Di Weiming is young, it is understandable that he does not understand this rule, but he has never experienced anything? How could he not know that if he wants to take this person who died tragically outside, he has to go all the way home?
Holding the incense? That's his biological son. He doesn't care so much 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, "There is nothing unusual except that he is a little older and hobbles. Aren't you still as arrogant as ever? Now, you are still acting like the father-in-law of the country?"
"Can you smell the smell of medicine on him?" Yu Wenhao suddenly remembered that he met him face to face at the gate, and it seemed that he had never smelled the smell of medicine on him.
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. We didn't seize it at that 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? What is the difference between him and before?"
King Qi thought for a while, "There is a difference. After all, the Di family has gone through this calamity. He has lost his former glory and must be in a state of despair. He...is also much older. This is understandable. How can there be 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 would definitely be incomparable. Therefore, 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, and even give him a few sons in one sentence. If he says so, will his sons dare not come? Secondly, he is terrifyingly calm. You think
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 between these? 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 different? Even if we experience the same thing, our attitudes will be different due to temperament and tolerance."
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.