Xiao Qing has always hated those who are unfilial in life and scream after death. If you are alive, you should treat it well and cherish every inch of time together, so that it is true filial piety and love. As for the afterlife, even if the sky is drunk and vigorous, it is nothing more than a formality, and how can the dead know.

But now, Wu Hou's identity is here, and the relationship between the old prime minister is here, no matter what, it can't be hastily formed. The emperor also issued an order and pointed out the master of ceremonies of the Ministry of Rites to undertake the work and the local officials to assist. At Xiao Qing's insistence, the old lady and Wu Hou were buried on the mountain where the accident occurred.

The funeral rites of the funeral are cumbersome and solemn, and now it is their turn to be in this form. Thinking of the old lady and Wu Hou's daily life, thinking of Yurong and Ye Yuhai, Xiao Qing almost couldn't hold on several times. They all relied on Ye Yujiang to grit their teeth and maneuver in many ways.

Xiao Qing was sad and felt sorry for Yujiang. followed himself without stopping for a while, running around, and now he is losing his brother. A compatriot would rather sacrifice himself than save his brother's own brother. Xiao Qing didn't know how Ye Yujiang was strong.

Xiao Qing felt more and more that he was less and less like a man. Just like when I first joined the army, my comrades-in-arms also laughed at me for being like a girl, but the old squad leader always comforted himself, saying that how can people be the same? Everyone's experience is different, and their external performance must be different, so that there are differences between people. What's more, when men are strong and vulnerable, it's just that the fragility is different.

Later, Xiao Qing was much stronger, and when he became a firefighter, he saw too many joys and sorrows, and gradually became stronger.

Now, the people he cares about are suddenly separated from yin and yang, and Xiao Qing knows that he has not become strong, and he usually just hides it. And now, Xiao Qing is still hiding, hiding his vulnerability in these complicated forms.

Xiao Qing is grateful to the ancients for creating so many forms. With form, sadness and sadness have an outlet for catharsis. Because of the cumbersome form, grief also comes with funeral responsibilities. Grief is wrapped in form, and begins to release little by little, slowly, and purposefully. It's no longer a flood that bursts the levees, drowning people in one go. It is no longer a calcining fire that devours people in one gulp. The form gives the loved ones a silent comfort, accompanying them through the most painful and dark days.

The old prime minister's family arrived ten days later, and the old lady cried to death along the way, and was already bedridden by the time. The old prime minister is also sluggish, with old tears, and even needs someone to support him to salute the emperor. The old couple has a total of this one daughter, although they are stupid, but they love like a treasure, but now they are white-haired people sending black-haired people, how can it not make people grief-stricken.

Busy comforting the old lady and busy with the funeral, Xiao Qing had no time to be sad. Every time I have a little time to spare, I sit in a daze, and I don't shed tears, and my strength makes people feel distressed. Every time at this time, the eldest prince will always appear at the right time, no matter what he says, anyway, he will not let Xiao Qing have time to think alone.

With the help of many soldiers working day and night, the construction of the cemetery was finally completed on the selected auspicious day. On the day of the burial, the entire Qingyue was completely vegetarian! The accompanying procession stretched for hundreds of miles, and the people worshipped along the streets.

The prime minister's wife barely got up and cried all the way in the sedan chair. The old prime minister accompanied him and didn't say a word, but he couldn't stop crying.

Xiao Qing still didn't cry, and obediently followed the master of ceremonies' arrangement, saluted and got on the sedan chair. It's just that she couldn't stop trembling, and Yumei said that it was better to hold it than to stand it.

Because of the mess at the scene, Ye Yujiang had to pack everything on the ground in several coffins. Looking at the coffins one by one, the prime minister's wife fainted directly from crying.

Xiao Qing's face turned pale, standing aside, his stomach and heart were overturned. Several coffins are placed side by side in a large burial chamber, and in front of them, several tombstones stand in turn.

After an hour of burial ceremony, Xiao Qing was completely blank. When he saluted at the end, there were a lot of cries around, and Xiao Qing felt that he really existed. Pain, his heart is throbbing, but he must stand strong here, he is not only him, he represents Wu Houfu, he also has to take care of those who are alive, and he also has to find the real culprit for the dead and avenge the blood hatred. Looking back and seeing the old couple with gray sideburns, Xiao Qing was even more sad, at this time they were not a high-powered prime minister, they were not a good fate, they were just a pair of poor parents, who had lost their beloved family.

Standing in front of the tombstone, Xiao Qing refused to leave for a long time. Ye Yujiang didn't say anything and stayed aside. Xiao Qing's senses finally returned, and he began to act and think. Looking at the row of tombstones, Xiao Qing thought a little desperately.

"I will spare no effort to find the real culprit, and if it is really you here, I will definitely ask them to pay for it with blood. If it weren't for you, please be patient, I will definitely find you as soon as possible and give you a stable life. Wait for me!"

Xiao Qing turned around, with a heavy heart, slowly looked around, and weakly called Yumei to help him. Xiao Qing has lost a lot these days, and now she is becoming more and more soft in her daughter's house. I didn't know it, I just thought that Xiao Qing was overly sad, but I felt more and more sorry for him. Xiao Qing showed even more sadness, and called Yujiang to him miserably, telling him to prepare something to worship, and he wanted to stay and worship again with the etiquette of his hometown. At the same time, he whispered:

"Yujiang, there is the person who assassinated me nearby. They still haven't given up, and this time I'm going to let them have no return. You first send someone to keep an eye on them, and then go and ask the emperor and the eldest prince to come forward, so that we can preserve our strength first, and second, we can see if they have anything to do with this matter! ”

Seeing that Yujiang was leaving, Xiao Qing hurriedly shouted again.

"Yujiang, you wait, be careful, bring more people, your current state is not good, don't underestimate the enemy! I'd rather let them go than come back safely, you know?"

Ye Yujiang left, and the funeral carriage and horses were already ready to stop, just waiting for Xiao Qing to order to return home. Xiao Qing did not rush back, but let the large army stand by. Carried by Yumei, he came to the old prime minister's car.

"Prime Minister, Qing'er asks to see. How is the old lady?"

"Madame Yu, I have entrusted the entire net worth and life of the Prime Minister's Mansion to you, just for my Ci'er. But now, why did my Ci'er go before our old husband and wife, Mrs. Yu, what are you still doing here?"

"Shibo, I know that you are always sad, but there are some things that I have to say again and again, and I have to say them now. Could you please take a step forward? ”

Xiao Qing led the prime minister to another car.

"Shibo, to tell you the truth, I was also assassinated on the way back, and the other party used poison. According to the Grand Prince of South Vietnam, it is the blue moonlight. ”

The old prime minister's face really changed, it seems that this blue moonlight is really not ordinary.

Qing'er didn't know what Lan Yueguang was at first, but because of the help of the Prince of Nanyue, she escaped by luck, and Qing'er investigated it well. didn't expect that a wave of unsettled waves would arise again and again, and Han'er, Ci'er, and the old lady all suffered. I didn't tell you the truth for fear that you and your aunt would be upset, but now I have to say it. Shi Boke knew that Han'er and Ci'er, as well as the old lady and the family members in my house, together with the thirty or forty people I sent to escort, all disappeared mysteriously overnight, and they were only found in the mountains later, but they couldn't, couldn't ......"

Xiao Qing really felt that he couldn't say it, it was too cruel for such an old man who lost his daughter.

"And it can't be?"

The old man's voice was already trembling.

Everything on the scene is fragments, a radius of 100 meters, and it is impossible to distinguish at all!"

"Ahh

The old man almost lay down, and Xiao Qing hurriedly held on.

"Uncle, now is not the time to be sad, otherwise I wouldn't have told you. Now I need your help! I recognize my assassin at the scene, and I'm sure the two things must be related. I must take revenge. If you help me, I will get revenge as soon as possible, and if you don't help me, I will never back down. ”

After a while, the old prime minister got out of the car angrily, pointed at Xiao Qing and cried and scolded.

"What did you say when you asked to marry my Ci'er, you said to make her happy, but now? How can you live, but my poor Ci'er is gone, and I won't listen to anything unless you return my Ci'er. I don't want you to pretend to be a good person, I am inseparable from you!

The old prime minister cried all the way away, and Xiao Qing sat alone in the sedan chair with a cruel smile on his face. Especially on such an occasion and at such a time, anyone who sees it will be afraid. Xiao Qing felt a burst of cruel pleasure. Just when I'm in a depressed mood, I'll practice my hands with you.