The quarrel between the Zhang family and the Wei family was so ugly that even if the Wei family expressed its intention to ask Zhang Yunwei's coffin to be returned to Lizhou and placed in the Wei family's ancestral grave, the Zhang family was unwilling.
However, Zhang Yunwei was a married daughter and could not enter the Zhang family's ancestral tomb, and because she died unexpectedly, she had to be buried on the mountain behind Hongfa Temple.
The ancestral tombs on both sides are inaccessible, and Brother Xu's whereabouts are unknown. The Yu family is still alive and can still come to worship during the holidays. If they also go, who will remember it.
On the day Zhang Yunwei was buried, Song Qinghuan also went there, standing not far away wearing a plain shirt and plain silver jewelry.
I saw the monks chanting scriptures, carrying Zhang Yunwei's coffin, placing it into the pit that had been dug, and covering it with loess bit by bit.
Incense smoke curled up, the spring breeze blew up the ashes of burned paper and flew all over the sky. Dark clouds covered the sun, and it seemed like it was cloudy and about to rain.
After the coffin was buried, the stone tablet was erected, and sacrifices were made again, everyone supported Yu, who had fainted from crying, down the mountain.
Song Qinghuan was at the end of the pile, and after everyone had left, he picked up the half-pot of leftover wine on the ground, poured all of it in front of the grave, and murmured softly: "Goodbye, sister."
It's February, and the spring breeze is still a bit chilly.
The drizzle of rain hitting my face made me feel even more uncomfortable.
After the incense candles burned out and the ashes fell on the grave, Song Qinghuan said coldly: "Come out."
There was some movement hidden behind the tree stump not far away. After a while, Wei Yutang was seen walking out, wearing a green shirt, and holding Xu brother, who was wearing a mourning dress.
Brother Xu had obviously cried, his eyes were bright red, he looked around once, then let go of Wei Yutang's hand, ran a few steps and knelt down in front of the grave.
"Mother..." Her voice was choked with indescribable grief, and tears fell from her eyes.
It seems that no child of his age would feel pain when being held in the palm of his parents' hands, but he was experiencing grief that should not be experienced at this age.
Brother Xu burst into tears in front of Zhang Yunwei's grave, causing Song Qinghuan to shed a few tears as well.
Wei Yutang lowered his eyes, sighed in his heart, and then said: "I resigned from teaching at Baihe Academy and plan to take Brother Xu to travel around. I probably won't return to Kyoto and Lizhou in the next year or two."
After a pause, he seemed to explain: "That's why I brought Brother Xu to pay homage today."
When Song Qinghuan handed over Brother Xu to Wei Yutang at first, she was quite worried, but after half a month, no news about Brother Xu came out, so she believed him.
This time I heard that he was going to take Brother Xu to travel, but he still hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Well, it's better to read thousands of books than to travel thousands of miles. The more you see, the more you will broaden your mind."
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Then he asked him: "When do you plan to set off?"
Wei Yutang said: "Tomorrow."
The only reason she agreed to come to Baihe Academy to teach the children was because Baihe Academy was in Kyoto and was closer to her.
But now that Wei Xiuming had done such a thing and was expelled from the clan, he felt a little unable to face Song Qinghuan.
The only thing I can do is to take good care of Brother Xu, and use what I have learned throughout my life to cultivate him into an excellent person.
Therefore, he didn't want to stay in Kyoto for more than a day.
Song Qinghuan didn't know what he was thinking, so he only glanced sideways at Brother Xu and said, "I understand. Brother Xu has been handed over to you for the past two years. When the limelight is over, you can return it to me."
She raised her head and looked at the sky, but there was endless sadness in her heart: "Sister Yunwei only cares about Brother Xu."
After she said this, she stopped talking, and Wei Yutang also fell silent.
For a moment, the entire back mountain could only hear Brother Xu's weak cry.
After coming down from the mountain behind Hongfa Temple, Song Qinghuan wanted to go directly back to Prince Rui's Mansion, and only told Wei Yutang: "Be careful in everything."
Wei Yutang nodded, watched her get on the carriage, and then called out urgently.
Song Qinghuan looked sideways at him.
The words stuck in my throat couldn't be said again, and in the end it only became the word "treasure".
Song Qinghuan nodded and replied: "Take it seriously."
As soon as the man got into the carriage, he put up the curtain to block his sight from outside.
It wasn't until the carriage was far away that Wei Yutang picked up Brother Xu and said, "Let's go."
The next day, Wei Yutang rented a carriage and took Brother Xu out of Kyoto City to travel around.
Ta Xue had been waiting outside the city gate for a long time, and when he saw the carriage leaving the city, he stopped it.
He handed a blue bundle to Wei Yutang: "Master Wei, this is what our princess has prepared for my brother. He is young and frail, and now he has lost his mother. I hope Master Wei will take care of him along the way."
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Wei Yutang took it and said a few words before Texue handed over another small box.
The blue cloth bag was filled with replacement clothes. Because I was traveling, they were all light, comfortable and inconspicuous cotton clothes.
The box contained a variety of spare medicines, all prepared by Song Qinghuan overnight.
There are also small pieces of paper attached to the bottles to indicate their uses.
Tuxue said: "These are prepared just in case. However, if you have any headache or fever, it is best to ask a doctor to see you immediately. Don't delay."
Wei Yutang opened the box, looked at the lackluster handwriting on it, slightly curled his lips, and then said, "I'd like to thank your princess for Wei, please."
Texue responded: "Master Wei, you are too polite."
He also said to Brother Xu: "Brother, you have a safe journey. I will come back and study with our sister in two years."
Brother Xu's eyes were still red and swollen. Hearing this, he nodded obediently, pursed his lips, and said, "Thank you, Aunt Song."
Wei Yutang did not take all the credit to himself. Although his description of Zhang Yunwei's death was somewhat vague, he did explain the evil things his father had done and praised Song Qinghuan's contribution.
Xu brother called Zhang Yunwei a good teacher since he was a child. He was a man who knew what was good and what was bad. He also remembered how good Song Qinghuan was.
Seeing how well-behaved he was, Texue felt distressed and loving. She smiled softly and then watched the carriage leave.
A month after Wei Yutang left with Brother Xu, Song Qinghuan received a letter from Wei Yutang from Weizhou.
It was a thick letter, but only a few words were exchanged between the two of them in Weizhou. The rest were all the calligraphy skills practiced by Brother Xu.
Song Qinghuan took a few big letters of Brother Xu and read them several times. He was full of compliments and it was obvious that he was very happy.
But Xiao Ci couldn't be happy anymore. Although it was calculated to throw Brother Xu's hot potato to Wei Yutang, it also gave Wei Yutang an opportunity to write a letter to Song Qinghuan in an open and honest manner.
Although he knew that he did not dare and would not say anything in the letter, seeing Song Qinghuan's good mood made him feel sour.
Even so, there is nothing to say. You must know that he dug the trap for Wei Yutang, and now he is just a rebel general.
