No matter how much Liu Yi prayed, no matter how reluctant Zhang Anshi was, in December of the sixth year of Yuanfeng, three days after the day of La, Zhang He still passed away in the middle of the night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The first person who found out that Zhang He was wrong was none other than Liu Ai and Zhang Pengzu.

After the day, Liu Ying has been living in Zhang's house, and he doesn't care about other things, but just accompanies Zhang He to talk. Zhang Pengzu is the latter, so he naturally has to be filial piety in front of bed.

Until the last moment before his death, Zhang He was not confused. In fact, it was he who woke up Liu Ai and Zhang Pengzu who were guarding the bed one by one.

Compared with Liu Ai and Zhang Pengzu's panic, Zhang He was obviously much calmer, ordered someone to remove the bed, and asked Zhang Pengzu to give him a clean clothes and put on a new Xuan, after that, he even talked to Liu Ai and Zhang Pengzu separately, and waited for Zhang Anshi to hurry over, and after taking one last look at his younger brother, he closed his eyes and had no breath......

"Your Excellency!"

"Father!"

Liu Yi was already closest to Zhang Pengzu, and at the same time exclaimed in shock, Zhang Anshi, who had just entered the inner bedroom, suddenly had weak legs, and knelt down directly in the inner house, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Your Excellency!" Zhang Qianqiu, who accompanied his father, didn't dare to deadlift, so he could only sit beside Zhang Anshi and support Zhang Anshi hard, for fear that Zhang Anshi would be sad for a while and do something.

For a long time, Zhang Anshi slowly stood up with the strength of his eldest son's hand, but he didn't move for a long time, until Zhang Qianqiu called out uneasily: "Ah Weng ......" He suddenly came back to his senses and walked over slowly.

Zhang He walked not painfully, at this time, lying on his back on the Xingyun mat, his eyes closed, except for his paleness, there was no trace of anything unusual, as if he was just asleep......

“…… Big brother ......" Zhang Anshi knelt beside Zhang He, took Zhang He's hand, and only called out, and tears immediately welled up.

- Relatives or sorrows, others have also sang......

In addition to the dearest and beloved ones...... Who really cares about whom......

Even if he has already been prepared, at this moment, Zhang Anshi can't help but grieve, and his tears can't be stopped no matter what.

At this time, there is a difference between intimacy and alienation...... Glance......

Zhang He's wife fainted when Zhang He closed his eyes; Liu Yi was already kneeling beside the bed, looking at Zhang He's remains in a daze, full of tears; Zhang Pengzu was also teary-stained, but when Zhang Anshi approached, he stood up silently and made way for his father; Zhang Qianqiu, who came with Zhang Anshi, knelt behind his father, lowered his head, and covered his face with his sleeves......

Zhang Pengzu is the successor, Zhang He's wife fainted again, he can't just be a filial son in front of the bed, but after a while, Zhang He's slaves and maids and private relatives have come several times, all of them ask for funerals.

Zhang Pengzu was not allowed to get up to take charge, and together with Zhang Qianqiu, he pulled Zhang Anshi away from the front of the table, and then moved Zhang He from the seat under the north to the bed of the bed, and glanced at the father again, before taking the old hand that had already been prepared to cover Zhang He's body, and then, he sat on the east of the bed, watching several big slaves wedge his teeth and decorate his feet for Zhang He, and set up curtains on the hall and laid a foundation on the east of the bed.

Zhang He had already left a message before, and the funeral was simple, and he almost explained how to treat the funeral clearly, so Zhang Pengzu only needed to do it one by one if Zhang He left it before. The slaves and maids of the Zhang He family have also been called for a long time, and they have experienced a lot of things, and after asking for instructions, they have done it in an orderly manner, and they don't need Zhang Pengzu to really worry about everything.

The family was all arranged, and the elders asked for the obituary. Without waiting for Zhang Pengzu to speak, Zhang Qianqiu walked over and whispered to Zhang Pengzu: "Ah Weng has ordered his family to come here to wait." ”

Zhang Anshi is such a brother, although Zhang He has no intention of holding a funeral, but Zhang Anshi always doesn't want his brother to be too wronged, so he made this decision early, but he didn't tell his brother.

——The family and officials of the Marquis of Fuping went to each house to report their obituaries, and the slaves and maids of the Zhang He family went to each family to report their obituaries, which is naturally different.

Zhang Pengzu is not stubborn, and when he heard his eldest brother say this, he responded in a low voice and asked Jia Cheng to arrange the obituary.

Zhang Qianqiu didn't say anything, and when he saw that Zhang Pengzu responded, he planned to go back to his father's side to guard, and was just about to turn around, but suddenly stopped, frowned, and then continued to turn around, walked to Zhang Anshi's side and knelt down, and whispered a few words.

Zhang Anshi cried for a while, and only barely felt better at this time, and when he heard the words of his eldest son, he couldn't help but look up in astonishment, and then quickly got up and walked towards the north gate.

- Liu Yi has been sitting there all the time!

Everyone in the Zhang family knows that this son is the master's honored guest, and he is also close to the master.

Zhang Anshi, Zhang Pengzu and others didn't care about it before, even Zhang Qianqiu, and it was because of the obituary that he felt a little inappropriate, but he wasn't sure, so he said directly to his father: "The great-grandson is still in the hall......"

Although he was sad, Zhang Anshi did not lose his mind after all, and when he heard the words of his eldest son, he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, looked up, and immediately got up and walked over.

Liu Yi no longer knew what he was feeling.

……

Zhang He closed his eyes, very peaceful, and very relieved...... What about him......

- Can you die so peacefully...... Actually, it's a blessing......

- Zhang He's age can be regarded as an elder, although it is not a joy or mourning, but after all, it cannot be regarded as too sad.

……

Liu Yi already understood this, and after accompanying Zhang He for two days, he even thought he was ready, but ......

Really saw Zhang He close his eyes...... Looking at the wisps of light and fluttering (note), there was no longer the slightest waver...... Liu Yi only felt that he was suddenly covered by something, and he couldn't hear anything or see anything......

Everything was pitch black, except for Zhang He's face......

Liu Yi didn't know what he was thinking, and he couldn't think of what he should think......

- Is it sad?

- Does it hurt?

Although his tears have not stopped, he knows very well that his heart ...... There is not the slightest pain......

- Is this sadness?

……

Liu's illness is no longer clear......

…… But—

- It's different......

——When the former Wei Deng and Shi Gong passed away...... It's not the same!

Liu was at a loss, except for tears...... I don't know anything anymore......

……

“…… Great-grandson ......"

Zhang Anshi called again, but still didn't get the slightest response, which made him uneasy. After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Anshi still stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Liu Aiji's eyes, seeing that he still didn't react, Zhang Anshi couldn't help but change color in shock.

- This great-grandson won't have any accidents because of his brother's death, right?!

Zhang Anshi hurriedly stretched out his hand and shook Liu Aiji's shoulder, and his voice was a little higher: "Great-grandson!" Liu's illness has been! Zhang Anshi was really panicked, and even called out his name, which he never said on weekdays.

After such a toss, Liu Yi didn't really lose his soul, so he naturally came back to his senses immediately.

“…… Cough...... General Right ......" Liu Ying was so shocked by Zhang Anshi that he even stopped crying.

The movements of the two made Zhang Qianqiu and Zhang Pengzu look over, and when they saw that there was nothing major, the brothers turned their heads and stopped paying attention.

Zhang Anshi didn't care about his son's reaction, but when he heard Liu Aiji's voice, Zhang Anshi was a little relieved, and then let go of his hand and sat down in front of Liu Aiji.

"Great-grandson...... has been obituary...... "Zhang Anshi hesitated.

——It can be seen that Liu Yi really cares about Zhang He...... 'M afraid...... The sadness in their hearts will not be much less than that of their closest relatives......

— and maybe even more......

- It's just ......

Zhang Anshi sighed, but still made up his mind, looked at Liu Aiji's eyes, and said seriously: "Will be mourned...... You should not be in ...... Room ......"

Although he made up his mind, looking at the pain that flashed in Liu Ai's eyes, Zhang Anshi still changed his words.

- Forget it...... Not here...... Prevent the hangers from seeing...... That's it......

Despite this, Liu Aiji's expression was still gloomy, and he nodded lightly after a while, but he didn't look at Zhang Anshi again, but got up directly and walked to the bed where Zhang He was.

At this time, before he was in the middle of the day, Zhang He's face could be seen standing next to the bed. After just one glance, Liu's tears flowed again.

"My lord......" Liu Ying had closed his eyes and muttered.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but at this moment, there was a shout outside.

- "Gao! Congratulations! ”

Outside, several servants of the Zhang family were each carrying a piece of Zhang He's Xuan Dynasty clothes, grabbing the collar, waving and shouting.

- This is the soul of the dead......

Hearing this shout, Liu Yi was slightly stunned, and felt a sharp thorn piercing his heart, so that he could only cry loudly.

- The Soul Returns......

- The Soul Returns......

……

The repetition of this voice...... More than any other words, it says ......

- The deceased is gone......

I cried bitterly...... Choked up with tears......

- No matter how sad it is...... I can't get the comfort of that man......

Liu Yi was extremely aware of this incident.

……

- No one will ever condone his waywardness again...... care about his joys, sorrows...... For the sake of his life and death...... Give it all ......

……

Heart...... It hurts......

Liu Yi had already pressed his heart, his face was pale, and he knelt in front of the bed, knowing nothing but crying.

……

When Liu Yi had woken up again, he found that he was lying on his back, and the feeling under him was very soft, but it was not stable, and the feeling of swaying was always ...... There was only dim light around, and some headache-inducing noise was pouring in from all sides......

- It should be in the car......

——On the avenue of Chang'an......

- It's not that the light is dim, and the fine green trivials block the sunlight......

……

- There is another figure next to it......

……

Liu Yi had already rolled his eyes, trying to see the people around him clearly, but he suddenly felt that his eyes were extremely dry, and before he saw the people around him, he was immediately covered by his vision - a wet towel covered his eyes, cold and refreshing, very comfortable.

"Who?" Although it was comfortable, Liu was still not satisfied with such a situation, and as he asked, he raised his hand to remove the wet wipe, but was gently pressed by a hand that was no warmer than the wet wipe.

"Rest easy." The soft voice revealed a hint of helplessness.

Familiar sounds, familiar sensations, and familiar aromas that are only now noticed......

Liu Yi had relaxed, holding that hand with his backhand, but tears welled up again.

"Your Excellency...... Died ...... "Liu has cried.

The people around him didn't speak, just listened quietly, and the other stroked his forehead, and the fingers gently brushed the top of his hair.

Liu Yi didn't speak anymore, but just clenched the man's hand and wept silently, but his heart felt even more sad.

- How to hold on to it at this time...... The moment I finally let go......

……

- How much more does he have to lose......

Note: 纩, 絮也. Refers to the new silk wool, in the funeral, it is used to see if the sick person still has breath. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )