[I slept for twelve hours in one night, and I wrote late. However, there will be no less to make up, and there is still a change at twelve o'clock. 】

When Han Gang returned to Wang Anshi's mansion from the palace, he saw Wu Anzhi sending a few people out of the door from a distance, and he was still receiving guests.

Although it was evening, there was still an endless stream of guests who came to Wang Anshi's mansion to mourn. The carriages and horses were congested at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was even more serious than the situation of officials who came to visit Wang Anshi on weekdays.

It's just that a few of them are sincerely mourning Wang Yan, and how many are because of Wang Anshi's identity, and there is no need to think about it at all.

Disgusted with the trouble, Han Gang did not take the crowded main gate, but turned around and entered the Prime Minister's Mansion through the side door.

Because the relatives and friends of the Wang family came to the door, the prime minister's mansion at this time was ten times more lively than usual. Not only was the whole family present, but also a large number of retinue servants were brought in, although they all dared not be presumptuous because they were in the prime minister's mansion, but there were many people, and no matter how they looked at it, it was a little chaotic.

Han Gang came in through the side door, and behind the door was a huge courtyard for parking cars and horses. The officials who just came to pay their respects and left, their carriages and horses were parked on the street outside, and those who wanted to stay for a while parked their carriages and horses in the courtyard inside the side gate.

The courtyard was occupied by more chariots and horses, and there were more servants, but less than during the day.

Many of the coachmen and horsemen sat on the ground, chatting very boringly. However, when they talked, they also knew that they tried to keep their voices as low as possible. When he heard a joke, he quickly covered his mouth while laughing, and didn't dare to laugh out loud.

It's just that the mess still seems to lack order. Only a team of unfamiliar Yuan Sui stood in a corner of the courtyard. There are still a lot of people, almost the number of people in power, but they are not yet the specifications of the prime minister, and they are all quietly silent. The corner where they were located was a very different contrast to the rest of the courtyard.

"Which of the two mansions is it?" Han Gang asked the Wang family who came up.

"Back to my uncle's words, it's Lu who is here to participate in politics."

Han Gang secretly said that he was confused, he was really confused. As soon as Wang Yan's funeral report came out, Lu Huiqing should indeed be there. Although he is now estranged from Wang Anshi, with the old relationship between Lu Huiqing and Wang Anshi, this first day must come.

Lu Huiqing has always been strict in governing the family, and he is also famous inside and outside the court. Governing a family is like governing an army, and it is no wonder that the atmosphere of his servants is completely different from that of other people's homes.

"Xianggong is now in the study, talking to Lu Shenzheng," the family asked again with a flattering look, "Do you want to go to the study?" ”

Han Gang shook his head. Wang Anshi is receiving Lu Huiqing, where is he going to make a scene.

Looking down at the purple-robed rhino belt on his body, Han Gang said, "I have to go and change my clothes first." ”

Han Gang gave an order, and the Wang family hurriedly trotted in to help Han Gang get the plain clothes.

Han Gang took off his official uniform to meet the Son of Heaven, changed back into his plain clothes, and went directly to the mourning hall in the outer hall. The sound of chanting scriptures filled the ears, and the monks and Taoists were invited to summon souls and confess in the spiritual shed outside, while the famous purple-clothed masters in Beijing, such as Zhiyuan and Yuancheng, were invited into the inner hall.

However, in addition to the monks who do the dojo, there are indeed fewer people in the outside world. Relatives who were a little more distant and didn't need a wake went back a lot. Those who are estranged from each other but have not left are basically thinking differently.

Han Gang's parents didn't need to hold a vigil for their son's brother-in-law. When he walked to the mourning hall, Han Gang asked someone by the way, and his parents really saw that it was getting late, so they left and went home first.

But Han Gang can't leave, he needs to keep a vigil for Wang Yan.

The mourning hall was filled with smoke, and wisps of cigarette smoke gradually dispersed in the air around the hanging white cloth.

Wang Yan's son was still in the mourning hall, and the king was beside him to add paper to the brazier. Wang Anshi's brothers' sons and nephews such as Wang Yang, Wang Yi, Wang Xuan, Wang Fang, and Wang Qi are also there; The grandchildren of the Wang family, as well as the sons of Han Gang and Wu Anzhi, were also accompanied by the same side.

When Han Gang came in, everyone in the mourning hall stood up. They all came up to salute, and the king raised his eyes tiredly: "Yukun, are you back?" ”

Han Gang confessed, "Delay some time, and only come back at this time." He turned around and first put incense on Wang Yan and added paper.

It may be that the Wang Anshi brothers have exhausted the luck of the Wang family, and Wang Yan's cousins are not outstanding. However, when guarding the spirit for Wang Yan, he was sincere, but he had been in the mourning hall for a long time, and everyone was a little tired.

Han Gang looked at his sons, Han Zhong and Han Cheng, the two boys are still in good spirits. It's just that I'm too young, and when I'm tired, I can't stay up late. But they don't have to stay overnight, and that's okay.

It was Wang Yan's eldest son, Wang Chang, who was only six or seven years old, kneeling in the smoky mourning hall for a day, and a guest who came to pay tribute came in and bowed and bowed. There was only a short time to eat and facilitate on the way, and his face was already very bad, and if he stayed overnight, he would not have an accident.

Wang Yan left this son, who is Wang Anshi's grave grandson, and he has always been in poor health. If Wang Yan was still there, he would definitely not let his son suffer like this, but it was impossible for Wang Yan who was lying in the mourning hall to get up and speak again.

"Brother Chang'er may be almost unable to eat, let him take a rest when there are few people." Han Gang pulled over to the king's side.

The king glanced at his nephew, and his little face was indeed morbidly pale, and there was no blood at all. But it is unfilial piety to let him give up the wakes and rest. Once it is rumored, the child will not be blamed, but the deceased Wang Yan will be said that he has no way to teach his son and harm himself.

"Could it be that Zhong Yuan doesn't know the word Jingquan. When there are no outsiders, can't you rest? I really want Brother Chang to kneel and faint! Han Gang couldn't agree with the world's understanding that filial piety should be guarded until the shape of the bone was called filial piety, and he looked at Wang Beihe's hesitant refusal to move, "Forget it, go find a doctor." ”

"Doctor...... Wang was stunned for a moment.

Han Gang ignored Wang Bian and asked people to go out to pass the doctor. When the spirit is seriously ill, no one can say that he is not filial, but he should boast about filial piety. With Wang Chang's body and bones, even if he usually comes to a doctor, he still has to take out a pen and paper to prescribe medicine.

Wang Fang reacted at this time, sighed, and didn't stop it. As long as it doesn't ruin his dead brother's reputation, he also wants his nephew to have a good rest.

There was a doctor waiting in the house, who came to see Wang Chang's condition, and hurriedly asked people to carry him in. Wang Chang was ordered by his mother's ear, and he was originally gritting his teeth and guarding. Now I was relieved in my heart, but I really fainted, and it was a mess inside.

There was no chaos outside, Wang Anshi's nephew Wang Pu temporarily replaced Wang Chang as the filial son of the guard, and thanked the guests who came to pay tribute to the funeral. Han Gang continued to be his greeting and held it for Wu An.

"It's been a hard day."

"It's not hard, but I'll have to work hard."

Wu Anzhi said a few words to Han Gang, and then went into the mansion to rest. From the subordinate officials of the Grain Courtyard to the famous Longtu Pavilion Straight Scholar, the guests who entered and exited Wang Anshi's mansion were immediately more respectful, and they were extremely solemn and meticulous when they exchanged salutes with Han Gang. The officials who were waiting in line outside the door to enter the mourning hall to worship also lowered their voices, and only the chanting of the monks in the mourning shed continued.

As a transport envoy all the way, the Wenchen who can still press Han Gang's head is only thirty or fifty at most. And what the age of twenty-five represents, it is self-evident to the courtiers. Compared with his many achievements, as well as his current status, the title of prime minister's son-in-law is just an accessory. Unlike Wu Anzhi, after removing the two identities of the son of the privy councillor and the son-in-law of the prime minister, there is nothing left, just a prince Zhongyun.

Standing at the door, after more than an hour of ushering in the delivery, it was about to be late at night, and there were finally not many cars and horses left in front of the door. At this time, there was a sudden commotion in the door behind him, Han Gang turned around, and Wang Anguo, Wang Anshang, and Wang Bei saw each other off, and Lu Huiqing walked out of it. In the alleyway where the side gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion was located, a team of cars and horses rushed out and turned to the main gate to greet them.

Lu Huiqing, who had not long been separated in the Wuying Palace, pursed her lips tightly, her face full of heaviness. walked down the steps, said goodbye to Wang Anguo and others, and when he mentioned the deceased Wang Yan, he shook his head and sighed, as if he felt empathy for Wang Yan's death and the sadness of the Wang family.

Turning around, Lu Huiqing said to Han Gang: "I didn't expect Yuan Ze to leave so early, when Yukun went to Beijing, he didn't expect Yuan Ze's illness to end here, right?" ”

"To be able to see the back side of Yuan Ze, it is always in vain to go all the way."

"The gentleman returns to heaven and earth, it is a pity, it is painful!" Lu Huiqing let out a long sigh and turned over on the horse.

Sending Lu Huiqing away, it was Wang Yang's turn to welcome guests instead of Han Gang. Han Gang hadn't eaten yet, and his stomach was so hungry that he was panicking, but as soon as he entered the inner hall, a maid came out of the inner curtain and called him: "Uncle Han." ”

Behind the maidservant, standing in the curtain was a woman in her forties. Of course Han Gang knew it, it was Wang Anguo's wife, Zeng. Zeng is Zeng Gong's younger sister and the daughter of the Nanfeng Zeng family. Wang and Zeng are in-laws who have been in contact for generations. And Zeng Gong's younger brother Zeng Bu turned against Wang Anshi because of his betrayal of the New Party. This relationship is complicated, but today's funeral is presided over by Wang Anguo and his wife, both inside and outside

Han Gang walked over and heard Zeng's say, "Sister Yi is a little tired, the old body let her go into the room to rest, and Aunt Han still went to take a look." ”

After Han Gang heard this, he hurriedly thanked the Zeng family and went to Wang Yi's room.

Pushing the door into the room, Wang Yi was lying on the bed. With his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, only two personal maids were standing beside him. But as soon as Han Gang walked in, she opened her eyes suddenly.

"Official?!" When Wang Yi saw that it was her husband, she immediately struggled to get up.

"Let's fall asleep first." Han Gang sat on the edge of the bed, pressed Wang Yi's slender shoulder to let her lie down, and waved his hand outward, signaling the maid to go out.

Leaned down, brushed the loose hair around his wife's ear, and said softly, "Don't be tired." ”

Wang Yi felt the temperature on Han Gang's hand with his cheek, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and after a long period of silence, he asked softly, "How long can the official be in the capital?" ”

"The matter in Guangxi cannot be delayed for too long, it can only last for ten days at most." As Han Gang spoke, he felt the hand holding his shirt tighten suddenly.