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The first Peng chapter Sijun is like a bright candle, tormented and tearful

Zhang's Mansion, the white hanging door, the tent is covered, the middle door is open, and the mourning and joy are everywhere. Scholars, literati, and even powerful bureaucrats in the city, there was an endless stream of mourners.

Zhang Xuan's funeral hall is located in the courtyard of the front yard of Zhang's house. The mourning shed was erected, and the mourning hall was wrapped in white, with gloomy clouds and miserable fog, and mourning was connected.

In front of the desk are Zhang Xuan's crown, portrait, the emperor's imperial gold medal and the edict.

Zhang Huan and Zhang Ning, the two brothers, dressed in plain clothes, stood sadly and solemnly to welcome the guests, and Zhang Huan's sons and daughters, Zhang Yan and Zhang Liang, knelt on the ground as juniors for the third uncle, mourning and crying.

And behind Zhang Yan and Zhang Liang, there are two little girls who are also dressed in linen and filial piety, and after hearing about Zhang Xuan's bad news, the two girls cried bitterly and fainted several times.

And the two elders, Zhang Jiuming and Zhang Jiugao, as well as the Liu family, are inconvenient to appear in the mourning hall because of the difference between the elder and the youngest.

There were too many guests who came to mourn, and many Zhang Huan and Zhang Ning didn't know each other, so they could only line up and enter slowly.

But those who come have hearts, and they can only bow down and thank each other.

To the surprise of many people, among the people who came to mourn, in addition to the scribes, there were many Qinglou singers. In the entire Pingkang Fang of Chang'an City, some famous and beautiful singers came to pay their respects in front of Zhang Xuan's spiritual seat, and they were embarrassed.

This is probably Zhang Xuan's poetry to move Chang'an, and most of the poems he does have grown up to be sung by the singers of the prostitution gate, so in the Qinglou world, Zhang Xuan's popularity is very high, and many singers are grateful for Zhang Xuan's poetry and talent, and spontaneously come to mourn.

To the disappointment of the Zhang family, no one came to Mrs. Qiu's house, and the East Palace was even more insignificant.

Zhang Huan couldn't help but feel a little resentful in his heart, and he was sad that the world was hot and cold, and the third brother died young, and he couldn't help but cry like rain of sadness.

Wang Wei and Qiu Wei walked in side by side, paid silent tribute to Zhang Xuan's spiritual position, and then bowed his hands to Zhang Huan and Zhang Ning and comforted, "The two virtuous nephews, please mourn." ”

"Thank you, Lord, Doctor. My brother's life is short, and he died young, so he has failed to live up to the love of your adults. Zhang Huan and Zhang Ning mourned together in return.

"Alas...... Zizhan died young, and he was jealous of his talents, which is really sighing! Wang Wei sighed, and was about to walk out with Qiu Wei, but heard a slight commotion inside and outside the mourning hall.

A domestic servant hurriedly came in and whispered a few words in Zhang Huan's ear, the sadness on Zhang Huan's face was even heavier, and he glanced at Zhang Ning, and then the two brothers went out together, ready to welcome Cui Ying, the third brother's daughter-in-law who married into the Zhang family.

Cui Ying's decision came to the Zhang family, and the Zhang family, led by the Liu family and Zhang Huan, was shocked and moved. Although Zhang Xuan died, he had a loving and righteous wife, and if he did, he could also smile at Jiuquan.

Zhang Huan and Zhang Ning came out, and the crowd of people who came to mourn had stopped watching and consciously lined up on both sides.

And the pale-faced Liu family, supported by the two maids, as well as the two uncles Zhang Jiuming and Zhang Jiugao, also appeared together, with only one purpose, to welcome this peerless red face with great affection.

The door of Zhangjiafu was wide open, and I saw that on the road in front of the mansion, more than a dozen red and colorful carriages slowly galloped to the procession, which seemed to be the honor guard of the married daughter, but there was no drum music and honor guard.

The first luxurious carriage stopped, and Princess Yuzhen slowly got out of the carriage and glanced at Zhang's mansion.

The second carriage was carrying Cui Huan, Cui Jin, Cui Saw and his son, and the third carriage was covered with delicate palace lights, which was Cui Ying. And the rest of the carriage personnel are Cui Ying's dowry and dowry maids.

Cui Ying, the daughter of the Cui family? Could she be...... Many people looked at each other, shocked and inexplicable.

Under the stunned gaze of the mourning crowd, supported by the two maids, Cui Ying in white Sheng Xue looked sad, holding a piano wrapped in sackcloth in her arms, and slowly walked towards Zhang's mansion under the guidance of everyone.

The Liu family, Zhang Jiuming, and Zhang Jiugao held back their sadness, stepped forward to "handover" with Yuzhen and Cui Ju's father and son, and simply completed some small etiquette.

Cui Ying hugged the qin and bowed to Liu and Zhang Jiuming, "Ying'er to see her mother." Meet the two uncles. Meet the two brothers and sister-in-law. ”

"Ying'er, please get up quickly. My life is short, and I have let down Ying'er's affectionate ......kindness," Liu leaned over sadly and personally helped Cui Ying, choked with tears like rain, and shook Cui Ying's hand tightly.

On Cui Ying's pale and delicate face, two lines of tears slowly flowed. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she silently left the Liu family and the others, and walked slowly towards Zhang Xuan's spiritual seat.

In fact, it is a distance of dozens of steps, but for Cui Ying, it is like Yin and Yang are separated by the end of the world. Her steps were heavy and her eyes were fixed. When he got closer, he stared at Zhang Xuan's portrait for a moment, slowly sat down on the spot, and laid the piano flat in front of him.

The mournful and smooth piano sound suddenly sounded, echoing in the sky over the entire Zhang Mansion. Cui Ying's tears were like rain, her slender jade fingers flicked rapidly, and the song of the Mandarin League that she sang and played with Zhang Xuan that day poured out from her fingertips.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark."

"As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world."

"Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, endure the return of the magpie bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

Cui Ying opened her mouth to sing, and the voice was like Huang Ying crying blood, and everyone heard the body of the piano hum violently trembling, and it lasted for a long time. In an instant, the strings snapped, emitting a messy, high-pitched metallic trill.

On Cui Ying's slender white fingertips, a drop of round red blood beads swirled, and fell on the body with a pop, slowly printing and dyeing, showing a poignant brilliance.

"Zizhan, that day, the slave family said that one by one the king does not live up to the concubine, and the concubine does not live up to the king. The sea is dry and rotten, and this heart is unswerving. Now the king abandoned the concubine and left, how can the concubine be embarrassed? The bosom friend is gone, the string is broken, who listens? ”

"Sijun is like a bright candle, tormented and tearful...... Jun Yingling is not far away, and he will wait for the concubine for a while. Cui Ying trembled and raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took the linen cloth from the hands of the two girls like smoke and jade, messed up the bun on her head, and then wrapped the cloud green silk with linen, got up and put the broken string piano on the table in front of the spiritual seat a few times, and then turned around and knelt in the position of the deceased with the support of smoke and jade, and went down with her mouth down, silent for a long time, and then suddenly let out a heart-rending cry.

"If you abandon your concubine, where is your concubine?!"

"Ying'er!" Princess Yuzhen hid her face and wept, sad and uncontrollable.

Under this situation, she no longer stayed at the scene, and left halfway with the support of the maid, and Cui Ju's father and son also accompanied her, wiped their tears for a long time, and left one after another.

Everyone present was moved.

The mourning in the mourning hall shook the sky.

Wang Wei stood on one side and couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh: "Talented and beautiful women are a match made in heaven, but God is jealous of talents, so why can't ?!! ”

Cui Ying dressed in linen and wore filial piety and resolutely married into the Zhang family, played a song on the piano in the mourning hall, and then broke the strings and sang a swan song, and began to guard Zhang Xuan's spirit. The news soon spread throughout Chang'an, and everyone who heard it was quite shocked. No matter what the future holds...... Cui Ying's earth-shattering move today will surely become a swan song for future generations.

Naturally, the news also spread to Mrs. Qiu's mansion.

Third Sister Yang sat there, staring at Zhang Xuan, whose face was flushed, with a very complicated mood.

Cui Ying is so unswerving in life and death, how can Zhang Xuan not be moved. If it weren't for the situation, he couldn't wait to rush home to meet Cui Ying at this moment.

"Sijun is like a bright candle and tears in his heart...... Zhang Xuan chanted softly, his heart trembled, and Cui Ying's grief-stricken appearance appeared in front of him, and he almost cried out loud.

He has been a human being for two lives, his mind is calm and mature, and there has never been a woman who can make him so excited and difficult to control himself.

"Zizhan, the movement you have made this time is too big, the slave family wants to see how you end up in the future!" Third Sister Yang said quietly, and there was inevitably a little jealousy in her voice. It's just that she was thinking in her heart that if she was replaced by herself, would she be like Cui Ying, desperate, breaking through everything, and never giving up on life and death?

Zhang Xuan sighed calmly, but was speechless.

After being silent for a long time, he turned his head to Pei Hui and said softly, "Pei Hui, please go to Yang Xiang's mansion again, ask Yang Xiang, when are you going to launch, a certain family is restless at the moment, and feels that it is time to act in advance." Otherwise, the transformation will fall short. ”

"Yes." Pei Hui Shi Pei L left.

The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.

Listening to Gao Lishi slowly finish talking about Cui Ying, the emperor couldn't help but sigh a few words. Although he is a high emperor, he also has people's emotions and six desires after all.

"Old thing, the edict of the Chuan Dynasty canonized Cui Ying as the lord of Zhenyuan County...... In addition, I passed on my oracle and gave Cui Yingfeng a ceremonial wedding vessel, which is equivalent to the royal family. Li Longji waved his hand.

The emperor's daughter is a princess, and the daughter of a royal prince is generally canonized as a county lord. Cui Ying is not a royal family, she is just the righteous daughter of Princess Yuzhen, strictly speaking, it is not appropriate to be canonized as the county lord. But the emperor Chrysostom said that it is as big as the sky, who dares to criticize?

Gao Lishi secretly glanced at Li Longji in surprise, but he didn't dare to say anything, nodded respectfully, and immediately went out of the imperial study and ordered the eunuch Li Jingzhong to inform the Ministry of Rites to go to Zhang's mansion to read the emperor's edict and dictation.

Gao Lishi ordered to go down, and then turned back to the imperial study, and at this time, he saw that Li Longji was flipping through the previous book recital of Li Wan and others, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

"Old thing, is there still no movement on Yang Guozhong's side?" Li Longji asked indifferently, and casually threw the recital in his hand on the table.

Gao Lishi replied softly, "Back to everyone's words, Yang Guozhong has been closed for the past two days, and he has not received foreign guests, it is said that Rongwang Li Wan personally came to the door twice, and he was also said to be sick and never seen." ”

"Oh? What is the purpose of this guy? What does he want to do? Li Longji raised his eyebrows.

Gao Lishi hesitated for a moment before he said respectfully, "Everyone, from the old slave's point of view, Yang Guozhong is just waiting for His Majesty to make a statement. He was born in the market, and his sex is slippery, so he must want to offend each other. ”

"Want to sell in two places? Outrageous. Old thing, you go to Yang Guozhong's mansion for me, and listen to what this guy has to say. When necessary, knock him and force him to stand up and take a stand! ”

"No." Gao Lishi responded, but he secretly laughed at the emperor's hypocrisy in his heart, he had obviously moved his mind to abolish the crown prince at this moment, but he didn't want to raise a knife, but wanted Yang Guozhong to carry a black pot on his back and act as the emperor's knife. (To be continued.)