Chen Qiyu's funeral was handled by Xu Tiezhu, the scenery was grand, the Kuizhou Mansion and the stone pillar consolation envoy Si Danfan, a figure with a little identity, all of them were present, Qin Liangyu also sent someone to send a funeral, and even Princess Changping also sent a banner after learning about it.

His hometown is in Baode Prefecture, Shanxi, the road is far away, and it is under the control of the Qing court, so it is impossible to return to the ancestral tomb. However, as early as when Chen Qiyu was critically ill, Xu Tiezhu found a feng shui master, found an auspicious place in Fengjie with mountains and rivers back, and hurriedly built a mausoleum, and put the body in a good coffin and buried it here.

Wang Huan wore sackcloth and white belt, and Xu Tiezhu, Chen Kun and others kept it for seven days in the mourning hall, and fulfilled their filial piety with the gift of disciples, and on the day of the funeral, he personally supported the coffin, walked out of the city with the hearse, walked in front of the funeral procession, and Chen Kun and Xu Tiezhu behind him acted as sons and nephews, holding the spirit card and holding the filial piety stick, crying all the way, sad and sad, because Chen Qiyu defended Kuizhou meritorious, the world knows, the people of the city spontaneously followed behind, dragged a long column, winding for several miles. Everyone was in tears, everyone was sad, and everyone who saw it did not hide their faces.

Sending the coffin into the ground, burning incense and kowtowing in front of the grave, Wang Huan stood behind Chen Kun and Xu Tiezhu, who were still kneeling in front of the tombstone and crying, thinking of Qin Liangyu, who was also in his last years, his heart seemed to be stabbed by an iron cone, and he was inexplicably sad.

A person's life is like a white horse passing through a gap, passing away in a hurry, like Chen Qiyu, although he has great talent, he ended up in exile in the countryside, it is a pity, and he sighs in vain for the cruelty of fate. And how lucky is it to be a human being in two lives, if you can't cherish your time, seize your youth, and turn the wheel of history, wouldn't it be a waste of life?

In his previous life, he was a mining engineer, and in this life, he will be an "engineer" in the new era.

This is the oath that Wang Huan made when he faced the common grave where more than ten little monks were buried at the foot of the stone mountain on Wuchang Road.

Lonely graves in the dense forest, cliffs and blood feuds, Wang Huan dreams back every midnight, thinking of the round eyes of the fireworker monk Hu Dahai, he will wake up suddenly, and then get up in his clothes, unable to sleep for a night.

He was thinking, thinking about what was the root cause of the troubled times at the end of the Ming Dynasty, thinking about what the way to end all this, thinking about what he could do with his incomparably small self.

Wang Huan's personality is soft on the outside and rigid on the inside, like a spring with good texture, the greater the pressure from the outside world, the harder he is pressed, and the greater the determination and strength to rebound.

The departure of one partner after another made Wang Huan extremely determined to change the way of the world in his grief, and at the same time, the roadmap for ending the troubled times in his mind gradually became clearer.

Seeing that he was looking at the tombstone in a daze, Li Dingguo, who was silently protecting behind him, had been waiting for a long time, and he couldn't help it, so he stepped forward slowly and whispered beside Wang Huan: "Junmen, people can't be resurrected after death, please mourn." ”

Wang Huan closed his eyes, exhaled a long breath towards the sky, shook his head and sighed: "Flowers bloom and fall, and life and death have their own certainty, I understand." What I sigh is not Mr. Chen's death, but I sigh that I have lost a good teacher, a comrade-in-arms, the so-called thousands of troops are easy to get, and a general is hard to find, now that Mr. Chen is gone, how can I not regret it? ”

Li Dingguo looked at the tall tombstone, the tablet is made of a whole piece of bluestone, up to two zhang, on the Shinto road in front of the stele, there are pairs of stone sheep, stone horses and stone tigers, standing on both sides. On the front of the stele, there are several black characters on the positive block of "the tomb of Chen Gong Qiyu, the governor of the five provinces".

He bowed to the tombstone, and then said softly: "My lord, there is an urgent report of eight hundred miles from the north, and the messenger has been waiting in the yamen for half an hour, and the general will let him wait any longer?" ”

When Wang Huan heard this, he frowned, and the eight hundred miles were urgent, which was the method used only when the Kuizhou army urgently transmitted the military information.

"No! Li Tingyu's non-big matter will not be used to expedite eight hundred miles, this matter must be related to our life and death, go! Come back with me! Wang Huan said categorically, he explained a few words to the guards who followed him, and asked them to tell them to hurry back to the prefect's yamen after Xu Tiezhu and the others kowtowed, and then jumped on the horses brought by Li Dingguo and went straight to Fengjie City.

Entering the city and arriving at the yamen, Wang Huan walked into the lobby and saw a dusty centurion in the army, sitting on a stool and drinking water.

The centurion recognized Wang Huan, and when he saw him come in, he quickly got up, knelt down on one knee and saluted: "The last general has seen the military gate!" ”

Wang Huan sat down in the hall with a big sword, waved his hand and said, "Excuse me!" What about faith? ”

The centurion took out a small bamboo tube with an inner sleeve from the bamboo tube he was carrying behind his back, handed it to Wang Huan with respectful hands, and said: "This is the fire paint that General Li personally put on it, please check it at the military gate." ”

Wang Huan took it and looked at it carefully, but saw that there were actually two layers of fire paint, the first layer was the seal of Chen Xiang of the Kuizhou secret agent team, and the second layer was Li Tingyu's seal.

It seems that after Li Tingyu received the bamboo letter, the seal was not opened, and he directly stamped his own fire paint and sent it to Kuizhou Mansion.

This shows that the matter is urgent, UU reading .net Wang Huan raised his eyebrows, thinking that Chen Xiangyuan was in Xi'an, where he arranged a fine network and spying on the news of the Qing court, and the urgent report he sent must be related to the Qing court.

Thinking so in his heart, the movements of his hands were a little faster, and he opened the fire paint seal and poured out a roll of paper from the bamboo tube.

Zhanxin looked at it, and Wang Huan only felt that his temples jumped.

The letter simply repeated a sentence: "Datong Jiang Xuan!" Datong Jiang Xuan is anti! Datong Jiang Xuan is anti! ”

Say it three times in a row.

Wang Huan's face was solemn, pinching the letter paper, and holding his forehead in contemplation.

Jiang Hao, the chief soldier of the Qing court Datong, has 100,000 troops and governs the entire Shanxi, although nominally the power of Wu Weihua, the Marquis of Gongshun Marquis Wu Weihua, who was sealed by the Qing court, is above him, but in fact, as the indigenous people of Shanxi who have been deeply cultivated in Shanxi for three generations, Jiang Huang's power in Datong is far from being comparable to Wu Weihua, a southerner.

His opposition to the Qing Dynasty is a historical necessity, and Wang Huan knows it, but that was in January next year, and now it is in advance.

Jiang Huang was rebellious, because the Qing court was dissatisfied with him, dissatisfied that when Li Zicheng fell, he was confused by the Manchu Qing Dynasty's signboard to avenge Emperor Chongzhen, and mistakenly thought that the Manchu Qing Dynasty would return after entering the customs and looting as before, but he didn't want Huang Taiji to want flowers and rivers, so he hurriedly rushed to launch a Ming Dynasty clan as the emperor, and wanted to be the powerful minister who supported the merits, touched the taboo of the Qing court, was repeatedly beaten by the Qing court, and repeatedly threatened to remove his title and seize his military power, which made Jiang Jiu highly nervous.

At the end of this year, the Mongolian Khalkha Department invaded the border, and Dolgon ordered the British Prince Azig to lead the troops to Datong to deploy defenses, which became the last straw that crushed Jiang Jiu's fragile psychology.

However, Wang Huan's butterfly effect made the Khalkha Ministry of Aggression advance, and correspondingly, Azig to Datong was also advanced, and finally Jiang Jiu's anti-Qing was advanced.

(End of chapter)