On the official road leading to the capital of the Song Kingdom, a horse-drawn carriage came unhurriedly, and behind the ruts, two deep marks and a line of horseshoe prints were left on the snow. "Say." ⒉

On today's official road, there are no pedestrians after the snow last night.

Zhuangzi looked sad and mournful, thinking about the past while driving the carriage. The relationship with Rong'er made him unable to come out of grief for a while.

The carriage creaked as if to accompany him, and his grief. Seeing the cold on his face, his face was unconscious, and he didn't feel cold at all.

When I was hungry, I bought some dry food from a roadside restaurant and ate it while riding a horse. The horses were tired, so they found an inn to stay. The horse was taken to the backyard by the buddy to take care of him, and he didn't live in the inn, but stayed in the carriage and accompanied Rong'er.

The dead soldiers who secretly accompanied him, looking at Zhuangzi's appearance, were so distressed that they cried.

Ask what is the situation in the world, and the straight teach people to live and die!

If it weren't for the fact that he still had the son Gen'er who had children with Rong'er, if he hadn't had Yang Qing'er and Yang Yan who had children with her, if he hadn't had the children in the womb of the sellers, if it weren't for the sisters' sisters, adoptive mothers, and Rong'er, they would all be worried that Zhuangzi would go with Rong'er.

"He's Zhuangzi?"

"Oh! Is he Zhuangzi? ”

After the guys learned that it was Zhuangzi, and after learning that the coffin was filled with Rong'er, they all cried with sympathy. When the shopkeeper learned of the situation, he exempted Zhuangzi from the room and prepared high-quality meat and dry food for Zhuangzi.

Along the way, everyone who knows the inside story is moved.

Behind the carriage, there will be countless people standing on the official road to watch.

No, no day! Zhuangzi took Rong'er's coffin and came to the east gate of the capital.

After a few days of running, Zhuangzi's whole person was so thin that there was only one skeleton left. The cheekbones on the face are more prominent, and a little beard has grown. The color of the beard has also changed, turning burnt yellow. On the side of the forehead, strands scattered down from time to time, covering the face.

Zhuangzi did not enter the city, but parked the carriage to the side and asked a few people to come and help him carry Rong'er's coffin off the carriage and place it on the side of the city gate. And then! Kneeling beside Rong'er's coffin, facing the city gate, he cried.

"Lord! You have to be the master of Zhuang Zhou! Lord! Woowoo woo ......"

Seeing this, the dead soldiers who secretly accompanied them were puzzled one by one.

They thought that Zhuangzi was going to pull Rong'er's coffin to the gate of the palace. Only in this way can Song Quecheng know. But Zhuangzi did not do this, but knelt outside the gate of the capital.

On the ground outside the east gate, although it was very clean, it was still spring after all, and the spring in the north was still very cold, and Zhuangzi's knees were quickly numb from the cold.

Seeing this, the people who came in and out gathered around one by one. After learning that it was Zhuangzi, after learning what was going on, they all sympathized.

Among them, some people have heard the inside story and know a little about the relationship between Dai Liuer and Song Quecheng. But they did not dare to spread it publicly, for fear that they would be punished if they were tracked down. But! But they scolded Song Quecheng in their hearts for not being human, and they killed them all!

Everyone has surrendered like this, what do you want? Relatives! And blood relationship? You?

Seeing this, the guards guarding the city hurriedly reported the situation to the guards of Kong. After hearing this, the Kong guards personally went to the east gate to take a look, and after seeing that it was really Zhuangzi, they ran to the palace non-stop and reported to Song Juecheng.

"What? He didn't come to the gate of the palace? Is he at the door of the East Gate? Song Quecheng listened, slumped in his seat, and didn't know what to do?

Zhuangzi came to the capital with Rong'er's coffin, and a spy had already sent the news to the capital in an urgent letter of 800 miles. All the situations of Zhuangzi along the way are under his surveillance.

He originally thought that Zhuangzi was going to bring Rong'er's coffin to the gate of the palace to make trouble. Even! I thought that Zhuangzi was going to take Rong'er's coffin to break into the palace.

I thought: If you really make such a fuss, I have something to say to you.

But? Zhuangzi did not enter the capital, but knelt outside the east gate.

"Lord! All who have come in and out of the capital have seen it, Lord! I hope the Lord will make a decision on this matter as soon as possible! Lord! There are thousands of people who enter and leave the East Gate every day! This matter will soon spread all over the world! Zhuangzi is so sincere, he still hopes that the Lord will forgive him and give him a satisfactory answer, right? Lord! ”

Under the reminder of Guard Kong, Song Juecheng sat up straight and asked, "That?" That? So what should the widow do? ”

Guarding Kong crawled forward and suggested: "When you obey the Song officials, Xuan Zhuangzi enters the palace and buries Rong'er with state rites." Ask him again what he wants? The Lord is looking for a solution? Lord! ”

"Funeral with a national rite?" Song Quecheng asked suspiciously, "This?" Isn't that right? It's not in line with the etiquette, huh? ”

"With the family etiquette of the Jun family, it is reasonable! Lord! ”

"Then announce him into the palace and welcome Rong'er's coffin into the palace, lest he kneel outside the east gate and let the world say that he is a widow. Hurry up, hurry up! Song Kecheng waved his arm at the Kong guard and said.

Guarding Kong, he quickly got up and trotted to comply.

"Hurry, hurry! The officials of the Xuan Song Dynasty are here, and they are outnumbered! Widowed! Let him give the widow an idea! ”

The eunuch agreed, trotted out of the dormitory, and went to the court.

A few days ago, Dai Liu'er came to the capital. She was about to go to the palace to reason with Song Quecheng and ask what was going on, but she was stopped by Gonggong Wu halfway. Afterward! followed Gonggong Wu to the secret room of the underground palace without meeting Song Quecheng.

She came to the capital, but Song Quecheng didn't know.

The guards hurriedly came to the east gate, and when they saw that there were many people outside the east gate, they hurriedly shouted.

"Get out of the way! Move! ”

The guards behind him were also helping out, shouting: "Get aside! Pull! Pull! ”

When the onlookers saw that it was the palace guards coming, they were so frightened that they hurriedly stepped aside. There are timid people who trot away from the scene, for fear of causing trouble.

Zhuangzi lay on the ground, his face on the ground, and did not look at anyone.

"Zhuangzi listens! The lord decreed: Xuan Zhuangzi entered the palace, and the coffin of the protector returned to the palace. ”

Only then did Zhuangzi raise his head and kowtow in the direction of the palace to apologize.

"Lord! Be the master of Zhuang Zhou! Be the master of Rong'er! Woowoo woo ......"

"Get up! Get up! Zhuangzi! The Lord already knows about this, so go into the palace! The Lord will be the master for you and give you an account. Get up! Let's enter the palace! ”

The palace guards stepped forward and carried Rong'er's coffin into the carriage.

Zhuangzi got up and thanked the guards of Kong. And then! Walked to the carriage, led the horse, pulled Rong'er's coffin, and walked towards the capital.

The dead soldiers who secretly followed, how could they not have imagined: Zhuangzi knelt at the east gate, and was summoned by Song Juecheng so quickly?

But? Seeing Zhuangzi enter the capital, he became anxious one by one, not knowing what Song Kuicheng would do after summoning Zhuangzi into the palace. Hurriedly followed into the capital, and through the inner look, he paid attention to the things that followed him.