It was winter, and the north wind was howling. On the straight road from Chang'an to Nanhe Province, dozens of cloaked knights rushed southward, stirring up countless dust.
The leader, with a handsome face and frowning eyebrows, said to the person next to him: "Zhang Rang, how long will it take for us to reach Chang'an?"
The person next to him raised his head and looked around. After thinking for a while, he replied: "Reporting to the young master, it seems that we are about to enter Chang'an. One day, we can rush back to Chang'an."
This team was none other than Fusu and his entourage heading back from the north.
When Fusu heard Zhang Rang's words, his brows relaxed a little, and then he remembered what happened along the way, and couldn't help but snorted: "My brother really tried his best to prevent me from returning to Chang'an, but he
What's the use of these weird tricks? I'm still back, isn't it?"
Fusu got angry when he thought about it. Originally, he planned to go south with his more than a thousand elite guards, but in fact he also left the North with his guards.
But when crossing the Yellow River, he searched a hundred miles around, but found that he couldn't find even a wooden board. In desperation, Fusu could only place the personal guards on the north bank, and only took a group of sixth-level warriors to fly over.
The Yellow River continues southward.
After crossing the river, Fusu and others experienced a series of "accidents" such as "not being able to buy a horse" and "mountain roads being blocked".
These "accidents" happened so frequently that Fusu could guess that someone was deliberately causing trouble without asking, and the person who caused the trouble must have been arranged by his younger brother Hu Hai. Only Hu Hai had the motivation and strength to do these little tricks.
, trying to prevent him from returning to Chang'an.
After hearing this, Zhang Rang immediately comforted him: "Young Master, don't be angry. What Hu Hai did like this only proves that he is guilty and is afraid that the Young Master will return to Chang'an. After all, there is order in the elders and younger ones. After the Young Master successfully inherits the throne, it will be the end of Hu Hai."
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Upon hearing this, Fusu's brows widened, he waved his whip with a little force, and the horse under his crotch suddenly jumped forward for a distance, and said loudly: "Speed up, and we must reach Chang'an before sunset tomorrow."
Everyone around them responded loudly: "No."
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Fusu led people to the gate of Chang'an City. Seeing that the city walls were covered with plain materials, he suddenly became a little lonely and murmured to himself: "Father, did you really die like this?"
The guard guard saw Fusu and others from a distance. They were so impressive that they informed the guard.
As soon as the guard climbed onto the city wall, he saw dozens of horses galloping towards the city, making it look like an army of thousands of horses.
The guard's heart trembled, and he shouted loudly: "If anyone comes, please stop and tell me your name first."
Before Fusu could say anything, Zhang Rang, who was standing aside, became angry, his whole body exploded with energy, and he shouted: "You are so blind that you don't even recognize Mr. Fusu?"
The guard general was directly shaken by the sudden shouting, his head was dizzy, and he shook his head violently to wake himself up. By this time, Fusu had already led his men into Chang'an City and left far away.
For Fusu, the guard was just a passer-by and could not attract too much attention from him.
Fusu and his men arrived in front of Xianyang Palace unimpeded. The guard commander guarding the palace was very familiar with Fusu. He quickly opened the palace door, let him in, and saluted with his men.
: "Meet Mr. Fusu."
Fusu looked at the humble guard commander and asked with an indifferent expression: "Where is my father's spiritual hub?"
The commander of the imperial guard replied honestly: "Yangxin Hall."
Fusu nodded slightly, left the guard commander behind, and headed towards the Yangxin Hall.
At this time, Zhang Rang whispered in his ear: "Young master, it is best to show your extreme sadness."
Fusu paused in his steps, turned to look at Zhang Rang, and said coldly: "Young master, I don't need to show off. I am sad enough when my father passes away, but I don't need to show it in front of others to win sympathy."
Zhang Rang wanted to persuade him again, but Fusu had already strode away.
After entering the Yangxin Hall, the first thing that caught Fusu's eyes was a huge coffin. Kneeling in front of the coffin was Hu Hai dressed in mourning clothes.
Hu Hai turned around and saw Fusu, his expression did not waver at all, but he said in a calm and unruffled tone: "Brother Fusu is back. Come over quickly and offer incense to pay homage to your father."
However, Fusu's eyes had long been filled with the huge coffin, and he didn't even listen to Hu Hai's words. He walked closer to the coffin step by step, tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
"Father, I have come back to see you," Fusu walked to the coffin and kowtowed three times respectfully.
Then he took the incense that the eunuch had lit, bowed three times, put it in, and then stood there in silence.
Hu Hai reminded him at the right time: "As a filial son, Brother Fusu should kneel here with me to keep vigil. However, because Brother Fusu has traveled thousands of miles and is exhausted, he can go and rest for a night first, and come back on time tomorrow morning."
Can."
Fusu raised his eyebrows after hearing this and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You do have a filial piety."
Hu Hai replied calmly: "Whether you have filial piety or not, what you say doesn't count, what you do counts."
Fusu snorted coldly and said: "Brother Hu Hai, don't worry. My brother can naturally do anything you can do. Why rest for one more night? I can start keeping vigil right now."
After speaking, he knelt down next to Hu Hai and held his head high.
Hu Hai just smiled silently, and then turned to reciting the sacrificial inscriptions passed down to him by the Yin-Yang clan master with peace of mind.
Fusu's behavior made Zhang Rang anxious, and he couldn't help but said in his ear: "Sir, the vigil lasted for three months. It has only been twenty days now, and there are still more than two months left. Master,
I have just returned to Chang'an and there are more important things to do, so why rush at this moment?"
Fusu knelt there, a look of worry flashed across his face and replied: "Is there anything more important than guarding the funeral of my father?"
Zhang Rang almost jumped up with anger at these words. Didn't I tell you a long time ago that after returning to Chang'an, in addition to paying homage to Emperor Qin, the most important thing is to contact your subordinates and civil and military officials to ask them to support your succession?
However, with Hu Hai by his side, Zhang Rang was unable to speak directly, so he could only say euphemistically: "I heard that some of the young master's former friends and colleagues have long been looking forward to seeing the young master back in Chang'an. The young master has not returned for several years. Why is he coming back today?"
You also have to meet them face to face so as not to appear rude."
Fusu immediately understood what Zhang Rang was implying, but because what he just said was too full, he couldn't wipe his face for a while, so he had to kneel there forcefully without saying a word.
However, Hu Hai saw his predicament and said kindly: "Brother Fusu, if you really have something important to do, go back first and come back tomorrow. I don't think my father will blame you for this."
Fusu gave Hu Hai a complicated look, then stood up and said, "Thank you so much for your understanding, brother Hu Hai. I will definitely arrive on time tomorrow."