Time is the cruelest wheel in the world, coming from a distance, and if you don't come to see it clearly, it has gradually gone away, leaving a rut, which is slowly filled with souls that have disappeared, whether it is a prince or a general, or a flat-headed people, no one has ever escaped the crushing of this wheel. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The heavy rain in Chang'an City is still falling, there has never been a half-minute stop, Zhang Liang's death did not cause half a minute of waves in Chang'an, all the nobles collectively lost their voices, and the civil officials did not make a single fuss about Zhang Liang's death, and Li Er locked himself in the door for a day and did not go out, as if everyone had forgotten who this person was.

If you take half a step out of that circle, even if you break your bones and scatter ashes, you won't feel half a point of pity, especially those nobles with soldiers, they will fight the world immediately, although they regret it, but they don't feel pitiful for him, because that's what he deserves.

In addition to Zhang Liang's death, there was also a news that shocked Chang'an, the ancestor of the Yan family died at the age of ninety-eight without illness, which can be regarded as a happy funeral, but a funeral is a funeral, as long as a relative dies, someone will be sad, this is the most basic emotion of people, Yan Yan hugged his daughter and cried into tears, regardless of the heavy rain outside, it was like running out, but he was carried into the car by the eldest grandson and returned to the Yan family in a phoenix.

Yan Lao's funeral is not grand, Li Yuan, Li Er, the eldest grandson, and the princesses and princes who have not appeared for a long time have come to incense, the Yan family accepted Chengyan as an apprentice when the Li family was in the most crisis, and later married the princess of the Yan family to Chengyan, for this Han family of poetry and books, his approach made many people puzzled, but he did it, without explanation, without obstruction, and without atmosphere, just like a wise man who sees through everything.

"I heard that my old friend has passed away, and I am here today to send joy, can you let everyone go."

Sima Xiang, dressed in a red auspicious suit, appeared at the door of Yan's mansion, taking his wife who had just passed the door, and the smile on his face was as bright as before.

When everyone looked at Sima Xiang with angry eyes, Yan Zhitui's eldest son, Yan Silu, came forward to greet him with a smile.

"My father said before his death, if he came to see Sima Lao Zu wearing a lucky robe, let Xiao Ke bring a word to the ancestor, some things are not enviable, you will suffer more in Hongchen, teach more disciples on his behalf, look at it, don't let him cause trouble."

Li Er cried when he heard it, his son wanted to raise but did not wait, this old gentleman spent five years, and he still remembered the unfilial apprentice, and the disciple who worked hard to teach him was not buried here today, I have to say that this is an irony.

There are many nostalgic things in the world, death is not necessarily the end, in the eyes of some people, living is sin, and when you die, you will be a hundred, save those troublesome things, and covet the prosperity of the world, isn't this also an obsession?

"Yan boy can see more thoroughly than me, I watched him go, he walked very peacefully, the only requirement is to let Chengyan kneel in front of his grave all night, which can be regarded as punishment for the killing karma created in Yangzhou."

If a person has to punish a person before he dies, then there are only two possibilities, one is to hate to the bone, and the other is to love in the heart, for Li Chengyan's feelings, Yan Zhi has done it to the extreme, I have to say that Li Chengyan is very lucky, there is such a group of elders who are worried about him.

Li Er looked at the coffin parked there, choked up and was speechless, this is not a show, because Li Er is really grateful to this old man, for himself, for Chengyan, and for the Li family.

Master Yan's funeral is very grand, this kind of funeral without any specifications is very grand in the eyes of everyone, there is no luxury of the emperor, there is no glory of the general, there is only a simple, simple send-off, a simple burial, a simple end. But this is definitely the most solemn wedding in the world, everyone in the royal family is seeing off this old man, two generations of emperors, an ancestor, they follow this wise man closely, send him off for the last time, no one dares to say that the emperor broke the rules.

The expression is sincere and simple, without the slightest boast, and there is no slightest concealment to express his original merits in words, which is slightly insufficient, and those who are good at fighting have no outstanding merits, and a virtuous prince under his name is his greatest merit.

Yangzhou

Li Chengyan has always been restless recently, his sixth sense is very strong, always premonition that something is happening, but he can't always grasp the clue, there is no teacher's ability to pinch and calculate, Li Chengyan can only wait patiently, wait for that thing to happen, and then find a solution, maybe too impetuous, I don't know how, I suddenly remembered that it was the old Yan Shi, took out a copy of Yan's family motto from the bookshelf in the study, stood on the desk and copied it.

"The book of the husband and sage, teaching people to be honest and filial, prudent words and deeds, and standing up for fame, has also been prepared. Wei and Jin have come, and the sons of the book have taken care of the important things, handed over the model, and the house is under the frame, and the bed is eared on the bed. I am now reverting to this, not daring to follow the fan, the industry to tidy up the door, tearing up the descendants. ”

The book has begun to yellow, and the creases in the corners of the book are very deep, and it can be seen that it is often turned, but the whole book is indeed very clean, and you can see that the owner of the book has taken great care of it.

Li Chengyan's mood gradually stabilized, when a person's mood began to stabilize, then time will pass quickly, Li Chengyan is like this, most of the time between the pen and the snake has passed, and the meal has been heated back and forth several times, but no one dares to disturb Li Chengyan who is writing.

A carrier pigeon fluttered and landed beside Yang Ting'er, reached out and grabbed the carrier pigeon, looked at the words on the note and burst into tears, the old man's stern, kind, erudite, wise, bit by bit from Yang Ting'er's brain, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing heavily in the direction of Chang'an, Yang Ting'er got up and walked towards Li Chengqian's study.

"Brother! Master Yan is gone~! ”

His voice is like a cuckoo crying blood, hoarse with a thick sadness, as if he wants to vent his feelings instantly, this is fate, someone will die if there is a life, Rao is Li Chengyan has never experienced such a surprise news.

The pen in his hand was instantly pinched in two, the ink that had just been stained was splashed everywhere, the Yan family motto on the table had just written more than a dozen words, at this time it was already soaked in ink, the neat handwriting was destroyed by a line of thick ink, there was no beauty at all, tears were dripping on the paper, and the thick ink spread to the outside, how poignant this scene was.

Go back to Chang'an, go back to Chang'an, the only thing Li Chengyan wants to do now is to go back to Chang'an and see the old man for the last time.