Because of the requirements of the people of Kaifeng, Zhu Qing paused his steps to enter Beijing. He asked the White Tiger to pull the curtain on the coffin, and then turned to look for Killing Wind.

"Master, Brother Leng, I think it's better to leave the prince in Kaifeng, since the people are so supportive, isn't this the best hometown?" Zhu Qing said to Killing Wind and Cold Thorn, here, the two of them have the highest qualifications.

"But, what will you do with the emperor's will?" Killing Feng asked, since joining Jinyiwei, Killing Feng only has the emperor's order in his heart, because he has a friendship with Chongzhen that is not a brother but a brother, Chongzhen's words He will never say a word, because Chongzhen will not stop what he wants to do, but now, the main person in charge is not him, but Zhu Qing. These problems must be faced by Zhu Qing alone.

"I think about it, repair a book, and send it to the capital immediately, I think the dead are great, and the emperor will not embarrass the king." Zhu Qing said.

"That's fine. The prince failed to treat the people of Kaifeng well during his lifetime, so let him be the patron saint of Kaifeng after his death. Leng stabbed and said.

"Then we must mourn immediately, now that the war is urgent, there may be another war, and these things cannot be delayed." Killing the Wind Road.

"Understood." Zhu Qing nodded and motioned for Liangshan to come over.

"General?"

"Brother Liangshan, you grew up in Kaifeng, the people of Kaifeng know you, you go and talk to everyone, and bury the prince in Zhongren Mountain at three o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to go, you have to prepare in advance. Zhu Qing commanded.

"Yes." Liangshan was ordered to go out the door.

"Kaifeng's fathers and fellow villagers, although King Fu had something wrong with everyone during his lifetime, but those are in the past, and now the prince died defending the city, thanks to the love of the villagers, General Qinglong decided to let the prince be buried in Kaifeng to protect his hometown! At three o'clock in the afternoon, the general will bury the prince in Zhongren Mountain, and the villagers can go to Zhongren Mountain at three o'clock in the afternoon to send the prince on his last journey. Ryoyama announced.

"Good! Send the prince to the prince......" After Liangshan finished speaking, someone immediately responded and shouted.

"Shh, let's go back and prepare first, and then go to Zhongren Mountain at three o'clock in the afternoon, don't disturb the prince." In the spirit of respect for the deceased, Liangshan softly persuaded the people present.

"Yes, yes, let's go, don't disturb the prince......" the people said lightly, and dispersed one after another.

"Ning'er, help me get the four treasures of the study." Zhu Qing prepared to write a letter.

"It's coming, it's coming, the four treasures of the study are coming." Who knew that before Ning'er had time to get up, Yuan Ruo, the little girl, had already brought the paper and pen.

"Yuan Ruo, it's not big or small." Yuan Bo scolded.

"It's fine. That's what she is. Zhu Qing smiled slightly and took the pen and paper.

"Humph!" Yuan Ruo twisted his nose at Uncle Yuan, "Brother Zhu, you write quickly, write quickly, I haven't seen you write yet." Yuan Ruo was a little impatient.

But Zhu Qing stared at the brush for a long time, and a sentence popped out of his mouth, "This ...... How do you write it? "It turned out that there was no ink.

The people present laughed, and Yuan Ruo looked aggrieved. Ning Er stood up and patted Yuan Ruo's shoulder, "Miss Yuan, this pen is rarely used, and it hasn't been used for a long time, there is no ink left, it has to be ground and dipped in ink before it can be written." With that, Ning Er took out the ink cartridge and slowly grinded it for Zhu Qing.

"Oh, I see. It looks like it's fun, Sister Ning'er, I'll grind it for you. Yuan Ruo said, he wanted to snatch the ink cartridge in Ning'er's hand, after many things, Yuan Ruo's prejudice against Ning'er had gradually disappeared, and it was replaced by sisterhood.

"Oh, big brother is in a hurry, you don't make trouble here, let's go." At this time, Lin Bai impatiently pulled Yuan Ruo away, probably jealous.

"You let go! Hum. Yuan Ruo almost cried and shook off Lin Bai's hand and ran out.

Lin Bai's hot face was attached to the cold buttocks, and he was stunned in place, and everyone pursed their lips and laughed.

Suzaku watched Zhu Qing write hard, while Ning Er was grinding by her side, such a happy picture flooded a trace of loss in her heart, and she quietly walked out of the door.

"White Tiger, how's it going?" Suzaku asked, and the white tiger who was guarding King Fu's coffin outside.

"It's fine. It's just a little cold. The white tiger said, and sighed into his hands.

"Come in and stay for a while, I'll watch it for you." Suzaku said.

"No, you can go back. Don't freeze to death. Hey, how did the eldest brother write? "White Tiger said.

"It's coming." Suzaku threw down two sentences and turned to enter the house.

"Hey, I mean, what's wrong today?" Seeing that Suzaku turned around and left, Baihu was puzzled, but he didn't think about it so much, just continued to be angry, drove away the cold, and chatted with Liangshan from time to time, telling some stories about Fuwangfu.

After writing for a while, Zhu Qing finally put down his pen, he looked at his work, nodded, and seemed very satisfied.

"Okay, let's take a look, if there's anything wrong, help correct it, and polish it by the way." Zhu Qing carefully handed the book sheet to Killing Feng.

Everyone gathered around to take a look.

"Well, that's good!"

"Very skilled. I didn't expect Qinglong to be good at kung fu, but also to have a good calligraphy and article. ”

"This is the new version of "The Teacher's Table", the writing and historical materials have been integrated!"

After Leng Thorn and the others saw it, they were full of praise, they only knew that Zhu Qing was a brocade guard trained by the factory guard, and he was a killing machine if he didn't say it well, but they never thought that Zhu Qing could be martial and more literate. The reason why they were so surprised was because they didn't know that Zhu Qing was a liberal arts man before he crossed over, and history is not a problem, and it is estimated that because of this historical complex, he was transported to the Ming Dynasty in the dark.

"Don't praise him, let's hurry up and see if there is anything to change, this is presented to the emperor, and it must not be sloppy." Just when Zhu Qing was a little fluttery, Ning Er was cold on the side.

"Yes, yes, look, look, change, change." Zhu Qing came back to his senses.

"I'll take a look." At this time, Yuan Ruo broke in again, took the book list and looked at it, the words knew her, she didn't know the words, even if she did, there were only a few, not to mention her Chinese pen.

"Hey, what's so nice about that? It's not as beautiful as my embroidery. Yuan Ruo said.

Everyone covered their noses and laughed.

"Alright, hurry up and load it up. Let's send the book to the palace. "Remember to use the crown pigeon." ”

"Understood." Zhu Qing turned serious.

Zhu Qing packed the book table, tied it to the leg of the crown carrier pigeon, and came to the door, he looked at the coffin of King Fu and touched the feathers of the carrier pigeon, "Lord Wang, I hope you will bless the letter to be safe in the emperor's hand, and let you rest in peace here." Zhu Qing said, released the crown carrier pigeon, no accident, this carrier pigeon will fly to the palace before dark and fall into Chongzhen's hands.

"What time is it?" Seeing the carrier pigeon fly out of Kaifeng City safely, Zhu Qing turned around and asked the white tiger.

"Big brother, wait soon." White Tiger Road.

"Don't wait. Departure, burial can not be at three o'clock in the afternoon. Zhu Qing said. The crowd nodded.

Immediately, Zhu Qing led the generals to carry the coffin of King Fu to climb Zhongren Mountain! This mountain is like the Loyal Soul Mountain in Shanhaiguan, where the souls of the soldiers who died in battle are buried.

Zhu Qing told everyone earlier that he would be buried at three o'clock in the afternoon, so as to avoid the tide of the people and beware of people with ulterior motives making trouble during the burial. However, three o'clock in the afternoon is not suitable for burial, because at this time the yang energy is at its highest, and the yin energy dissipates immediately, and the person buried at this time "is not even allowed to do ghosts", because it is considered to be the most heinous crime. The Yang energy said by the Yin-Yang family is the most prosperous, which is different from the modern saying of the sky, not at noon, but at three o'clock in the afternoon. In ancient times, beheading was carried out in different hours, that is, the beheading was severe. Generally, the beheading is at noon, so that there are ghosts to do it; Repeat offenders or heinous offenders must be operated on at three o'clock in the afternoon, and they will not be allowed to do ghosts. Obviously, according to King Fu's earlier habit, it would not be too much to behead the capital at three o'clock in the afternoon, but now, a subversive soul is not suitable to choose such an hour. Zhu Qing is very clear about this.

But when Zhu Qing and the others climbed Zhongren Mountain, they were all surprised, Zhongren Mountain was already densely filled with people, and they were all Kaifeng people who came to see off King Fu on his last journey.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Qing's heart was shocked, his nose was sour, he didn't ask the reason, he looked at the celestial phenomenon, "Buried!" ”

With an order, King Fu's life was buried in the land of Zhongren Mountain.

"Bow down!" A cold stabbing speech. Zhu Qing led the soldiers and the people to worship King Fu.

"Two kowtows!" Another worship.

"Three prostrations!" One last bow.

At the end of the funeral, Zhu Qing picked up a bowl of wine and sprinkled it in front of King Fu's monument, "Lord Wang, there are so many people who are thinking about you, Kaifeng is your hometown!" With that, Zhu Qing led everyone to drink another bowl of wine.

After that, the people offered flowers, burned paper money, and placed sacrifices.

"Big brother? They ......, "When Zhu Qing led the soldiers down the mountain, there were still people who continued to worship.

"Let them bow down." Zhu Qing said.

At this time, thousands of miles away, a funeral had just ended, and the Chuang army had just buried their military advisor Xiang Bo.

"Let's go, let's go, go to heaven, wait a year, and then come and go......" The loud sad song echoed among the mountains.

At this time, at three o'clock in the afternoon, in Kaifeng City, the voices of people are boiling, after a night of fierce fighting and a day of cleaning, here is prosperous again.