The Holy One is running away again!

Who makes the family have a high status, no matter how dissatisfied we are, we can only watch people run away. No matter what thoughts Hou Junji has now, the most important thing in front of everyone is to quell the rumors in Chang'an City as soon as possible and ensure that they do not spread outside Chang'an. Everyone thinks so, our saint is too hateful, what if there is a bad brain who thinks that there is a good time to rebel.

Under the organization of Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, the uncles and uncles were ready to go back to the yamen to gather their subordinates to go to the street to refute the rumors. Coming out of the palace, the group was about to disperse, but they didn't expect to be crowded with people walking in one direction as soon as they left the palace. Due to the large number of people, if you shout to stop at this time, there may be a serious stampede, and a group of people have to give up their means of transportation and follow the people.

They were also very curious, so many people walked in the same direction in an orderly manner, what was this for. Can't ask yet, the people next to him are all crying and choking, obviously they don't have time to deal with people, otherwise they should have noticed a bunch of officials walking next to them.

Soon the answer was answered, and the direction in which the people walked was a remote street in the West Market, where there were several shops selling funeral goods. There is no need for guests to enter the door, today the boss and the running hall are standing outside the store and shouting, "All supplies are sold at a 20% discount, and we will also do our best for General Hou!"

Now the uncles understood, and then they were shocked. So many people wept and even wanted to worship because of Hou Junji's death, why didn't he show his popularity without showing his water. The person who had a bad relationship with Hou Junji instantly became even more jealous, and made up his mind to talk to the saint about this matter. Hou Junji is not a scholar who sells fame and reputation, why is he so popular?

In addition to the obvious targeting, the rest of the people also began to mumble, a few friends thought about how to help Hou Junji ask for trouble, and the rest of the people were also wondering why Hou Junji could cause such a big movement. Many people have made up their minds, and it just so happens that the Holy God asked me to wait to appease the people, so I might as well take the opportunity to observe and find out the answer.

The funeral supplies store is a good place, leave a few people here to inform the people that the news is wrong, and then there are people who know the situation to help clarify, it is estimated that soon the oolong incident will be able to subside in Chang'an City.

Fang Xuanling: "Don't worry, everyone, listen to what the old man says." ”

Du Ruhui: "The people are fighting by mistake, and there is something from the saint for us to convey on our behalf!"

Starting with Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui, the officials were shouting to attract the attention of the people, wanting them to move their attention from the funeral supplies to their own people.

The effect was good, and many people were confused, only to find that the officials had come at some point. A man who spread rumors with Hou Junji and visited the kiln whined: "Are the ministers also here to buy funeral supplies and prepare to pay homage to General Hou?"

The eldest grandson fox spirit squinted, he didn't answer the question but asked curiously, "Do you recognize General Hou, why are you so sad about his death?"

"What did the eldest grandson Shangshu say, General Hou was the pillar of the country, and the people of us were naturally sad when he passed away. You don't have to be jealous, the day you wait for you, I think it will only be more grand than General Hou!" the man replied very angrily, how could an outsider who had prostituted together understand.

An old woman answered and cried: "Don't say it, when I think of the ministers who have created a good life for us, they are getting older, my heart! Today, the white-haired people send the black-haired people, what can we do in the future, the ministers leave us one by one, do we have to live the original hard life?"

The woman's words spared the embarrassment of the eldest grandson Wuji, and he secretly said that he was unlucky to encounter a hob meat. What old man also has that day, will he speak? There is also an old lady talking beside her, who looks at least ten years older than us, and says that we will leave early one by one, and curse us to die early.

Let the two of them mix up like this, but it made the officials even more confused, which means that not only Hou Junji has good treatment? As a result, the few who died normally were not the main contributors, and many people spontaneously went to worship at that time, which was certainly much worse than today's grand occasion.

Perhaps, because of the different degrees of importance to the Tang Dynasty? This has to be verified that there is a person with a higher status than Hou Junji who died to know, the officials began to vaguely glance at each other, the older ones were panting with anger, Kong Yingda was very cultivated and raised his eyebrows, "Don't look at it, the old man just sneezes, and the treatment is better than that of some people who die." ”

I can't hold back my anger, although the words are not good, but we know that it is the truth. If Old Man Kong died, the situation in Chang'an would definitely be more serious than now. Seeing that the people ignored them and continued to scramble to buy funeral supplies, Du Ruhui rolled his eyes at the back of his head and laughed at him for being useless. Since we can't find the reason through inquiry, let's stop the confusion by following Fang Cai's words first, "Listen, everyone, there is something from the Holy Church for me to convey." General Hou is not dead, and everyone knows that the messenger fainted halfway through his words, and the old man did not deceive you. ”

Forehead...... What's the deal?!

Wiping his tears in his throat, the running hall that was diligent in pretending funeral supplies stiffened, and the boss who was shouting for a discount had a complicated heart, and all the movements and voices were still after Du Ruhui spoke. The calm before the storm, and a moment later the crowd exploded.

First of all, Hou Junji is not dead, we are very happy.

After the people cried and laughed and showed their excitement, they looked at the funeral supplies in their hands, and the man felt that the money could not be paid by himself, "I'll just say, how can a fierce general like General Hou say that he will die." If it weren't for the news from the imperial court, I wouldn't have believed it. ”

Following the man's eyes, the people all reacted to the funeral supplies, and Cuihua's father hurriedly continued to shout: "Ouch, hey, this is a mess, the funeral supplies can't be taken home, right?

The saint only said that let's calm down the incident, and now when it comes to funeral supplies, who will pay for it. The saint is such a picky person, he is not the initiator this time, and he must not be able to calculate his private treasury. When there was no way, Fang Xuanling gritted his teeth and said: "Go to the Yamen and find someone from the Ministry of Civil Affairs to exchange things for money!"

In order to ensure that he doesn't have too much money, Tang Jian estimates that it won't be long before their Ministry of Civil Affairs will also get a rental storefront nearby, so it is better to take a look at the fact that there is no place to rent it first. It's so sad to think that the Ministry of Civil Affairs will be filled with funeral supplies, and the house is very harmful!

Seeing that the people were satisfied, the nervous funeral supplies store owners also breathed a sigh of relief, and the eldest grandson Wuji said: "We have limited manpower, and we have to bother everyone to tell other people." In addition, if you have a letter to your family members in other places, you must add a letter to make it clear that this matter is not a joke. ”

"Naturally, naturally, I will write a letter when I go back, and I will definitely not do rumors!"

"Ouch, if you don't say that I ignored it, I also specially sent a letter to the second son who was behind the news at the border gate. ”

Originally, I thought that the eldest grandson Wuji said this for nothing, and it was only half a day for ordinary people to think about sending letters, but I didn't expect many people to respond in response. At the moment, the authorities must quickly send people to various places to spread the word about this matter, and I don't know where the people have sent the letters, and see if there are even border gates.

After talking to the people here, in addition to Fang Xuanling going to the palace to ask Li Shimin for instructions on the invention to refute the rumors in various places, the officials also scattered in the West Market to inform the people of the truth. Everyone is a person who has been in Chang'an for a long time, and they all know that this place in Jiangxi City is a hotbed of gossip, and it is clear to the people in this place that Chang'an is also done.

Leaving the street, everyone saw another shocking scene. I saw that on this street, which is mostly inns and taverns, there are cooks at the door of every house who put a big pot outside and put noodles under it. I took a look at the first store and found that it was already full of people, and the strange way was to put the couch on the road.

It's just that leaving only a path that two people can cross is too inconvenient to walk, and seeing that both the chef and the guests who are eating noodles have red circles in their eyes or can't help but cry, everyone thinks that they have to quickly tell them about the oolong incident. There were people and officials crowded at the intersection, and when they were about to go in along the path, Fang Yiai came to meet them.

"My nephew saw a few uncles from afar, why didn't you see my father?"

Seeing the bear child trio, Du Ruhui had good eyes, and he didn't find anyone else from the Baijia faction or the Mo family faction after looking for it, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. This street is so strange, it can't have anything to do with the three of them, right?

Yu Shinan stroked his beard and patted Fang's beloved forehead, "You should have a class now, why did you come to the market?

Fang Yiai straightened his chest, "The teacher naturally knows! I heard that something happened in Chang'an, so the teacher sent us over to take a look at the situation." The senior brothers are all engaged in research and can't leave, so it's enough to inquire about the three of us. ”

Mo Yun sighed and frowned with red eyes, "It's a pity General Hou, I really didn't expect that something happened to him!"

Shu Fujia said shyly: "Next month is General Hou's birthday, I want to give him a good ride, and we will all celebrate General Hou's birthday together." Have you eaten your uncles? Why don't you sit down and send General Hou off?"

For the big guys, Shu Fujia is a very good child, he was raised very decent by his grandfather. But since he got mixed up with Fang Yiai, this child has always been entangled. For example, now, looking at his sincere face and tone, the children are kind. However, thinking about what he said, the big guys were all stiff.

Seeing that they didn't move, Fang Yiai explained: "I eat longevity noodles on my birthday, General Hou has passed away, and we can't accompany him to eat longevity noodles in the future." Now the noodles cooked by the cooks, I named it Tearful Noodles, uncles don't dislike coming to eat a bowl of noodles. We can cry vigorously when we eat noodles, and our tears are choked by the heat, and we can live a good life when we eat and wipe away our tears. ”

Mo Yun nodded, "The dead are gone, and those who are alive must look forward." If General Hou has any dream, we can realize it for him, and it is only right to take care of his family in the future. ”

After speaking, the people wept and applauded, and the three of them solemnly made a gesture of invitation together.

Du Ruhui regretted that he had just let Fang Xuanling enter the palace, and now they were completely difficult to ride a tiger. The three children saw off Hou Junji in a serious manner, and it was rare that what they said was also very reasonable. Not to mention anything else, if you go by yourself, someone can always think about taking care of our family, it is definitely worth a thousand thanks.

The problem is that Hou Junji is good, not only did he not die, but he also caused trouble.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Cheng Yanjin said with a smile: "Everyone understood the news in the morning, Hou Junji's kid is fine, we are here to inform everyone of this matter." Come on, come on, I'm hungry, bring me a bowl with tears streaming down my face!"

Hiccup, many people burst into tears when they heard this. 166 Reading Network