Before dawn, Liu Yingyi had already got into the carriage, took Qin Zhutou and Shui Qingxiang, and rushed to Yancheng.

Judging from the dark circles under his eyes, he must have not slept all night last night.

An oil lamp hung on the horse's head, leading the way ahead, and only the crisp sound of the horse's hooves could be heard.

Shui Qingxiang and Liu Yingyi sat in the carriage, Liu Yingyi closed her eyes, as if she was closing her eyes to recuperate, and as if she was thinking deeply about something.

Shui Qingxiang didn't dare to disturb him, he only accidentally got the news of the master's death yesterday, in other words, anyone would be in an unhappy mood, Shui Qingxiang didn't dare to touch the mold.

When I first set off, it was still pitch black, and when the sky was dark, I could already see the city not far away, the high city wall showed the grandeur of the city, and two vermilion characters could be faintly seen on the high city gate: Yancheng.

Qin Zhutou excitedly shouted behind him: "Lord Liu, you will arrive in Yancheng in front." ”

Yoo Young-yi's tightly closed eyes finally opened, and Shui Qingxiang noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, but there was still a sharp light in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sound in the distance.

Suona sheng drums played mourning music, accompanied by the sound of mourning getting closer and closer, a group of men and women wearing sackcloth and filial piety clothes walked out of the city.

Liu Yingyi lifted the curtain of the car, saw the funeral procession, frowned, and ordered: "Hurry over and stop them!" ”

"Yes." Qin Zhutou got the order, waved his horsewhip, and drove the carriage at a gallop.

The carriage stopped in the middle of the road, and the funeral procession carrying a coffin stopped, led by an elderly man in his early forties, who seemed to be the person in charge of the funeral procession.

He scolded dissatisfiedly: "Who are you who dare to stop the Yuan family's funeral procession?" Do you know who is going to be buried today? ”

Liu Yingyi stepped out of the carriage and saluted the elder: "Brother Yuan, the death of the master is a major event, can you explain the situation to the imperial court?" “

When the elder saw Liu Yingyi, his face sank, and he asked with a little anger: "Do you also want to be like your senior brother and not let the master be buried?" ”

"Brother Yuan, how did the master die?"

He ...... He had an emergency illness and didn't survive for a while, so he ...... Yingyi, my father used to love you two the most, and now he is going to be buried, and if he misses the auspicious time, his father will also be restless after death. ”

Liu Yingyi didn't move his steps, and said firmly: "Brother Yuan, it is precisely because we are the disciple that the master cares about the most that we should let the master go with peace of mind, lest he die in vain." ”

"What's not clear? Yoo Young-yi, what do you mean by that? ”

A man came out of the funeral procession, nearly thirty years old, somewhat similar to the old man's eyebrows and eyes, but his right eye was a little weird, and there was an obvious scar on the edge of the eyebrows of his right eye, which looked a little unruly.

"Second Brother Yuan, I suspect that there is something else wrong with the master's death, and I want to open the coffin for an autopsy."

"Open coffin autopsy? Yoo Young-yi, don't rely on you to be ......"

The elder stopped the man, as if he was worried that he would say something offensive to Yoo Young-yi, and said to Yoo Young-yi: "Feng Nian, my father's death was an emergency, don't you even believe what you say about your brother?" ”

"The master is the person we respect the most, and there may be another hidden reason for his death, this is the letter he sent to Wu Ze half a month ago." Liu Yingyi took out the letter that Ning Wuze had given him.

After reading it, the slightly older man had a strange expression, and the rebellious man next to him also snatched the letter and read it, then lowered his face and said, "What's wrong with this letter?" My father is old, and he was sick before, so it's common for him to remember some past events wrong, so what's all the fuss? ”

"The death of the master, I must find out. If he really died of an emergency, then I will definitely let the master be buried in a grand manner, otherwise, no one will want to take the master's body away today. "Liu Yingyi's unprecedented decisiveness and fortitude are similar to the sick county order that Shui Qingxiang saw yesterday.

"Don't you think about it, this is the funeral of our Yuan family, even if you are the emperor Lao Tzu, you can't let you destroy it!" That second son Yuan looked grumpy, and he wanted to rush forward directly to beat Liu Yingyi.

Fortunately, Yuan Dagongzi stopped him in time, "Liu Yingyi, if you don't find out the cause of your father's death, what should you do?" ”

"If I can't find out, I'm willing to hear the fate of the Yuan family." Liu Yingyi replied calmly.

A sly glint crossed Yuan Dagongzi's eyes: "Are you willing to solve the urgent needs of the Yuan family?" ”

"The master treats me like a son, and the affairs of the Yuan family are naturally my business."

After getting Liu Yingyi's promise, the Yuan family seemed to be relieved, and the procession that had just gone to the funeral was only then returned home.

The funeral procession carried the coffin to Yuan's mansion again, Liu Yingyi returned to the carriage, and the eldest son of the Yuan family followed him into the carriage.

"Good year, we haven't seen each other for about five or six years." As soon as Yuan Dagongzi got in the car, he naturally greeted him.

Fengnian is Liu Yingyi's word, but in most cases, Shui Qingxiang hears others call him "Lord Liu".

"Since I went to Dongzi County to take up a post, I have never been to Yuan's mansion, but I will send gifts every New Year's Day."

"Oh, you mean those salted dried fish, pickled vegetable jars and stuff like that." Yuan Gongzi's words were a bit ridiculous.

Liu Yingyi didn't feel shabby, but replied very calmly: "Dongzi County is a poor county, and the people are often in danger, and it took me three years to let the people eat sweet potatoes and millet for food, and salted dried fish and pickled vegetables are things that only the surplus can afford." ”

When Shui Qingxiang heard it, she couldn't help but snicker in her heart, she couldn't imagine that the seemingly elegant county magistrate was also very good at scolding people, and she was very cultural and artistic.

"When did the master start to get sick?"

Mentioning this, Yuan Dagongzi couldn't help sighing, "Half a year ago, my father's health deteriorated, and he invited a lot of doctors, but he didn't get better. ”

"Why don't you tell me and no rules?"

"My father told me that I don't want you to worry about it. Your father has also heard about your political deeds in Dongzi County, and he doesn't want to let his affairs disturb you. ”

Liu Yingyi's eyes dimmed, "When did the master pass away?" ”

"The day before yesterday."

"It stands to reason that the corpse will be buried after the first seven years, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Because...... Because ......" Yuan Dagongzi's face instantly became gloomy, "because the master died because of evil!" ”

"Evil? Is there such a ridiculous cause of death under the bright future? Yoo Young-yi's words were three points of ridicule, seven points of anger, and his whole face was written with disbelief.

Yuan Dagongzi said in horror: "This matter is true, my father and his old man were eaten by a unicorn. I invited a mage and a Taoist priest, and they all said that it was a great omen, and if the body was continued to be parked in Yuan's house, there would definitely be a disaster. ”

"Ridiculous!"

"Well, I know you won't believe it, but it is."

Liu Yingyi frowned again and asked, "What about Ning Wuze?" He should have arrived before us, so why didn't I see him in the funeral procession? ”

Yuan Dagongzi wanted to speak and stopped: "He...... He was still in Yuan's mansion. ”