Cctaian leader added an update, well, this is considered as a memorial ceremony for the heroine. The family members thanked me... I feel ashamed.
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The hot sun shines on the ground, perhaps knowing that it is the end of life, the cicadas on the surrounding trees scream at the top of their lungs, breaking the deathly silence here.
In the makeshift hut, the man sat upright, guarding the body wrapped in white cloth in front of him.
Someone was walking around anxiously outside.
"This is unacceptable. People who have been soaked in the water cannot be released. Bury them as soon as possible." An old man whispered.
The middle-aged man in official uniform glared at him.
"Go ahead and say it." He shouted in a low voice, pointing to the footprints on his body. It was a great shame and humiliation for a dignified magistrate to be kicked out by a small military attache. If it weren't for Bing Beidao's sake, he would have thrown away his hand.
He left, "I'm not going in."
The old man sighed in embarrassment and looked inside again.
"Would you like to get some more salted fish?" he whispered.
Under the scorching sun by the river, a wooden barrel was lowered heavily, and the soup and rice inside spilled out.
The two disciples and Ah Hao lying on the ground were motionless and seemed to have lost their breath.
"Everyone, let me eat! Everyone, please get up and eat!" Aru shouted, "Everyone, please get up!"
Ah Hao started crying again.
"Sister, let us die, let us die." She wanted to say, but because she didn't drink rice and water, she just moved her mouth and made no sound.
"Everyone get up, no one is allowed to die!" Aru stretched out his hand to pull them, and then looked at the few soldiers following behind him.
This is the person Jiang Hai arranged to watch them.
Seeing this woman with red eyes, cleft lips, and pale face looking over, the soldiers couldn't bear to look at each other.
"Pull them all up and drink them for me!" Aru shouted.
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, but still acted as they were told.
"No one is allowed to die, and none of you are allowed to die!" Ah Ru scooped a bowl himself and forced Ah Hao to pour it into his mouth, "The life she saved is not yours, it is hers, no one can waste it!
No one is allowed to ruin it! Let me live! Let me live well!"
Hearing the cries and shouts here, people in the distance couldn't help but lower their heads and turn around.
"My lord, my lord, I found this..."
Jiang Hai, who was standing by the river and walking one foot deep and one foot shallow, was called to a halt. A soldier jumped off his horse, holding a cloth bag in his hand.
"This was salvaged over there." Xiao Bing held it up and said.
Jiang Hai stood by the hut, glanced at the man sitting upright inside, looked down at the things in his hands, and stepped in.
Chang Yuncheng didn't raise his head or move. He just sat there blankly, his hand stretched out in the white cloth, and he held the woman's swollen and cold hand tightly.
Just like that time, a woman was beaten and couldn't wake up when she fell asleep. He just held her hand and talked to her, and then she would wake up...
Yes, she will wake up...
"..The house has been newly painted and has been air-dried. The furniture has also been put in. Let's see if it works..."
"...You should get up quickly and don't sleep. The house, furniture and wages are all waiting for you to pay. I don't have any money..."
Seeing the man in front of him muttering to himself, Jiang Hai felt his throat sore.
"Sir." He knelt down and grabbed Chang Yuncheng's knees, "Sir, don't do this. Madam has already left. Please let her go in peace."
"Get out." Chang Yuncheng said.
Jiang Hai shook his head and held up the cloth bag in his hand.
"This is something I found, Madam's..." he choked.
The words "Madam's things" finally made Chang Yuncheng's eyes move and turn around.
But despite this, he still didn't let go of his hand.
Jiang Hai opened the cloth bag and revealed the scalpel.
"...It's stuck on the cable. Madam should have wanted to cut the rope...but..." Jiang Hai said in a low voice.
In the dark river, the woman struggled to cut the rope around her legs, again and again, and again, until...
Chang Yuncheng stood up suddenly and grabbed the scalpel with his retracted hand.
"..It's just that I can't find anything else...only this..." Jiang Hai lowered his head and continued, and then he saw blood dripping on the ground in front of him, more and more drop by drop.
"Sir!" Jiang Hai jumped up in fright, and then he saw that Chang Yuncheng had directly grasped the blade of the sword with his hand. He held it tightly, getting tighter and tighter, and blood gushed out from his palm.
"Sir! What are you doing!" Jiang Hai grabbed his hand and tried to break it open.
Chang Yuncheng's hand was held tightly and motionless.
While they were fighting, there were chaotic footsteps outside, and then a group of people poured in.
Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment, looking at these obvious strangers, people wearing factory guard uniforms.
"Take it away," said the leading man.
Are you going to take the adults away? Jiang Hai was startled, and subconsciously stood in front of Chang Yuncheng, but saw that those people didn't even look at them, and just lifted the body wrapped in white cloth.
"What are you doing?" Chang Yuncheng shouted and stepped forward to stop him.
"Sir Chang." The leading man took out a scroll from his arms, shook it open, and said, "Accept the order..."
Imperial decree?
Jiang Hai hurriedly knelt down, pulling Chang Yuncheng with him. Chang Yuncheng grabbed the white cloth package with one hand and then knelt down.
"...I will posthumously make Yueniang of the Qi clan the head of Luting County, and return to the capital for a grand burial." The man read simply, then collected the imperial edict and turned around to leave without saying another word.
Behind him, the factory guards lifted the body again and followed.
"Don't take her away!" Chang Yuncheng shouted and held on tightly.
"Chang Yuncheng, do you want to resist the order?" the factory guard leader shouted sternly.
Chang Yuncheng couldn't hear or see. He just held the body wrapped in white cloth tightly in front of him.
"My lord, my lord, let go... I can't resist the order..." Jiang Hai shouted, hugging Chang Yuncheng's legs.
Chang Yuncheng raised his foot and kicked him away. Not only him, but anyone who came close was kicked away by him.
Seeing that a group of people could not seize a corpse, the factory guard leader was very angry.
"Are you all dead? Are you all going to resist the decree?" he shouted sternly.
The prefect of Bingzhou was the first to react and commanded his officers with a wave of his hand, and all the soldiers from the city swarmed over.
Yelled, pulled, hugged and pressed...
Chang Yuncheng watched as the body in his arms was carried away and loaded into the car...
He stretched out his hand desperately but in vain...
It’s been over a day since I last saw you, it feels like three autumns apart...
The woman blinked and said pitifully.
But, Chang Yuncheng, you are the only one, unique and irreplaceable. If I lose you, I will be gone forever.
Gone…
No more….
Chang Yuncheng buried his face in the flying dust, curled up, and held only the scalpel in his blood-covered hands.
In early September, in Yongqing Mansion, as soon as Chang Yunqi walked out of the house, he was greeted by a group of servants.
"Congratulations to the third young master for placing 15th in the provincial high school examination and winning the first place in the Beijing News." Everyone shouted in unison.
Chang Yunqi smiled and raised his hand.
"Reward," he said.
The two little girls following him immediately took out the red envelopes they had prepared with a smile, and the boys laughed and grabbed them.
"Thank you Third Young Master for the reward..." everyone said in a noisy manner.
"Hey, in a few days, I won't be able to call you Third Young Master anymore." the little girls said, with a bit of unconcealable pride.
The boys cheered again.
"Thank you for the reward, Your Majesty."
The Marquis of Dingxi has applied to the court again to confirm the heir apparent, and it will only be decided in the next few days.
Chang Yunqi just smiled slightly.
"There is no reward for saying thank you. Master, I don't have much money." He smiled.
This remark caused another round of laughter, and Chang Yunqi turned his head, with a faint smile on his face that soon disappeared.
"Master, the Marquis said that he has ordered the kitchen to prepare a celebration banquet. If there is anything else the master wants, just tell him. He is not coming back from Xishan Manor because he is not feeling well." A steward walked in quickly and said.
Chang Yun nodded and said with a smile that he understood. Watching the steward retreat, he looked back at the huge mansion.
The house is still the same house, but it feels...
"Master, are we going out to eat?" the boy asked as he followed Chang Yunqi out.
Chang Yun nodded.
"Where are you going? The younger one will go and book it first." The young man said happily, "Now that the young master is also the heir apparent, whatever you want to eat, we will book the entire floor..."
Chang Yunqi glanced at the boy.
"Not all princes like this. I am me and he is him. Even if I become the prince, I am not him either." He said lightly.
The boy was confused when he heard this, but he stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to say any more.
Chang Yunqi walks slowly, and the streets are bustling with people.
Yes, he is not him. Even though he is no longer the prince, what he has, he still does not have.
Suddenly there was a commotion on the street, and a group of people rushed over and jostled the people on the street.
Chang Yunqi also followed the crowd to avoid the roadside, watching a group of men running past crying.
A group of men were running in the street crying like this, which aroused everyone's laughter and curiosity.
"What's going on here?"
"Dad is dead?"
"Then we can't die together, dad..."
"Don't talk nonsense, those are the disciples of Qianjin Hall..."
Qian Jin Tang?
Chang Yunqi raised his eyes and looked at the group of people running past. There was another commotion behind him. This time no one ran, but two disciples helped an old man stagger forward.
"Doctor Liu!" Everyone on the street recognized him and greeted him one after another.
Liu Pucheng, who was always kind and polite to others, was not aware of the greetings on the street. His face was sad, and his steps were hurried but unsteady. Looking at the two disciples, they also looked sad and had undried tears on their faces.
"What's going on?"
People on the street were talking a lot.
"I heard, I just heard that everyone from Qianjin Hall is going to the capital, saying that Mrs. Qi is gone..."
News soon came from the side, and the street suddenly exploded.
"impossible!"
"What a joke!"
"I'm not kidding, I'm not lying. The body has been transported to the capital! The emperor even made the county head posthumous! Come and see, the Qianjin Hall has already put up a mourning ceremony! If something hadn't happened to Mrs. Qi, how could they have paid tribute to everyone!
"
There was a snap sound, and Chang Yunqi, who walked out of the crowd a few steps away, hung the folding fan in his hand on the ground.
He turned around and looked at the loudly shouting crowd with a look of shock and unconcealable fear on his face.
What a joke!
What a joke!
How could she die! How could she die! (To be continued)
