Early the next morning, in the city of Jinling, a sleet was falling, making the whole Jinling white, everything seemed very peaceful, and everything seemed to be extremely normal.

Zhao Dezhao saw Yang Che yesterday, Yang Che has led the whole ghost to take refuge in Zhao Dezhao, Zhao Dezhao is very happy, he is still very optimistic about the situation in the entire Jinling, early this morning, he is wearing a robe, wearing a hat, appeared near the mansion of King Qi.

Today is the funeral of the Qi Palace, and Zhao Dezhao is waiting to see a good show.

There were already people standing in front of the Qi Palace, Zhao Dezhao lowered the brim of his hat, glanced at it hurriedly, and then quickly left the vicinity of the Qi Palace, and dispersed among the people.

And at the gate of the Qi Palace, originally according to Li Congqing's plan, he planned to give his father a title and a title of emperor after he ascended the throne, but now there is a mistake in the plan, Lin Renzhao of Runzhou did not know where to get the news that Li Yu is not dead, and now Lin Renzhao also took the opportunity to tear his face with Jinling with Li Yu's matter, and wanted to find out to the world the news that Li Yu was not dead, and expressed his position, so Lin Renzhao played the banner of the Qing monarch's side.

It's just that this news has been blocked by the forbidden army in Jinling City, so only the heavyweight Li Congqing's henchmen know, and not many people know about the death of Huangfu Jixun.

Li Congqing also knew that his status might be affected by the outside world at any time, so he tried his best to act in line with the prison country in his words and deeds.

Today is the day of the funeral of Li Jingda, the king of Qi, because Li Congqing is the prisoner of the country, and the officials of the entire Jinling have also shown their faces at the funeral. And today he is dressed in plain filial piety clothes, wearing white silk flowers, like a filial son, occasionally lying on the coffin board, crying to death, occasionally raising the corners of his red and swollen eyes, and looking at some courtiers in the mourning hall, but all this can't escape Han Xizai's sharp gaze, in his eyes, everything Li Congqing pretends to look so ridiculous.

A chorus of mournful music and a low whimper.

The ladies of the Qi Palace's mansion were also crying, but they didn't see any sadness on their faces, as if they were happy that Li Congqing had become a prisoner.

Li Congqing's eyes were dull, with mixed feelings, his father's death had achieved his status, but his father's death, he felt a little sad, he could only see his achievements under Jiuquan, and he would not be sad when he thought about it like this.

The time for the funeral has arrived, and the coffin should also get up from the mourning hall, at this moment Li Congqing and other old people in the mansion of King Qi cried even louder, and the voice of the monk chanting Buddhist scriptures sounded like a mantra.

In the sleet, the crying continued, but it was hoarse, and the coffin was also on the hearse, and the flying snowflakes and paper flowers were mixed together, and the wheels of the hearse crushed the ground fiercely, pressing out snowflake imprints, and then it was covered mercilessly by snowflakes.

There are a lot of mourners, and the people are also standing on both sides of the road, looking at all this with dull eyes, Li Jingda's death has nothing to do with them, there is one less Li Jingda, the world is still going on, and the people are not much sad.

Behind the crowd, Changchun Hall, Ghost Sorrow, and Flying Sparrow were all watching everything tightly, and some of them immediately withdrew to their respective meeting places after the hearse was gone.

The hearse has already left Jinling and is heading for Zhongshan.

Sleet, mostly rain, rain last night, today's road is muddy, the cold and wet weather can not shake off the road under your feet, the road outside the city goes north more and more difficult to walk, to the direction of Zhongshan you feel walking in the ghost in general, a large area of forest is high into the air, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, most of the day can not see the figure.

Li Congqing was tired of walking, so he got on the carriage and horse, enjoying the privileges brought by the prison country, and the rest of the people respectfully guarded the coffin in front of and behind the coffin procession, and went to the auspicious land of ten thousand years, Jiuquan Cave Mansion.

Li Congqing had forgotten his sadness, leaned on the soft cushion in the car and closed his eyes to rest, and at this moment he was dreaming of the scene of sitting on the throne in the main hall wearing a dragon robe.

Suddenly, the carriage and horse stumbled, and suddenly pulled Li Congqing back from his dream, and he was also bruised on his forehead, a large piece of land, which looked very ridiculous.

"Who is it?" Li Congqing quickly pulled the curtain and said angrily with a gloomy face.

The coachman pointed to the ground tremblingly, and said tremblingly, "...... Xiao Di damned it, it frightened the prison country, and the car fell into the pit......"

"Waste." Li Congqing suddenly lifted his foot and kicked the coachman down.

The coachman was a dog eating, and his body was splashed with muddy water, and his pale face contrasted with the dirt.

Hearing Li Congqing's angry shout, a forbidden army Du Yu Marquis immediately rushed over, he looked at the coachman who was covered in mud and shivering, and then looked at Li Congqing with a black face, and suddenly understood something, he arched over and said: "Forgive the prison country, the road here is not easy to walk, and the coachman can't help it."

"Oh?" Li Congqing saw that someone was about to anger him again, so he snorted coldly, "Du Yuhou, are you pleading for that person?" ”

This Duyu Marquis saw Li Congqing's gloomy face, in the past, he was good at talking to the lord of the country, Li Yu, if Li Yu was wrong, he would immediately correct Li Yu's mistakes, but today he saw Li Congqing's performance in the mourning hall, and thought that the prison should also be a reasonable and persuasive person, so he pleaded for the coachman: "The last general will not dare, but this coachman is not wrong, why should the prison country embarrass a common people?"

Li Congqing frowned and laughed, he pointed to the coachman on the ground, and said to this Duyu Marquis: "This person should die, he almost killed this king, why did my Duyu Marquis casually intercede for a common man indiscriminately."

"The prison country forgives the crime, the last general is just telling the truth, it is snowing in the sky today, this road is really not easy to walk, and I also ask the prison country network to open up and spare this person." This forbidden army is all Yu Hou bowed and said.

"Hmph, this king's kick just now is the greatest benevolence to him, but now you are interceding for that person, it seems that this person can't be kept." Li Congqing was very unhappy, today he just kicked the coachman off the car, and a stunned young man came forward to intercede for a Diao Min, and he immediately said in a loud voice, "Come on, escort this coachman down and die on the spot." Li Congqing doesn't care that today is the day of the funeral, he can do whatever he wants today.

Hearing Li Congqing's order, a team of soldiers of the forbidden army came from the side and dragged the coachman up from the ground.

"Prison country spare your life!" The coachman was so frightened that he fainted, and among the forbidden soldiers, one of them carried a knife, looked at the coachman's neck, and went down with a knife, only to see a pool of blood left on the snow-white snowflakes on the ground, and the human head was also kicked away by several forbidden soldiers like a bow.

This Du Yu Hou looked at everything in front of him, he had collapsed, he couldn't have imagined that the King of Qi who was admired by thousands of people was such a person, Du Yu Hou smiled bitterly and continued to blend into the crowd, fortunately, Li Congqing did not have much hatred for the forbidden army, and he still had to rely on these forbidden troops to fight for him.

The funeral procession went far away, almost to Zhongshan, but it was even quieter here, the surrounding was snow-white, and there were only traces of birds foraging in the vast land.

The queue moved forward slowly, Li Congqing was already exhausted, and took a nap on the horse.

At this moment, the originally silent surroundings suddenly made a loud noise, only to hear near the hearse in front, snowflakes, muddy water and wood were suddenly blown up in the air, and the surroundings were in a mess, emitting a smell of sulfur and a very thick puff of smoke, but fortunately, there were no casualties.

And the forbidden army Du Yu Hou watched all this, but he cheered in his heart that this was heaven's retribution.

The hearse was blown to pieces, and the coffin rolled down from the hearse in all parts, making a dull sound, and the coffin was also shaken to the ground by the sound of the coffin, shattering to the ground, revealing the jade belt costumes, gold, silver and jade, swords, calligraphy and paintings and other burial objects inside.

The corpse wrapped in a silk quilt fell into the muddy puddle, and the group walked forward, only to see a half-rotten, soft and collapsed corpse in the muddy water, wearing a brocade robe, curled up in the silk quilt, face down, floating in the muddy water, which was considered to be in the ground. And the blood also flowed out, mixed with the muddy water, and it was even more obvious under the snow.

All this shocked and angered the people who escorted the coffin, and they did not expect such a situation to happen, some of the female relatives shed tears and cried, and Li Congqing heard that it was his father who was lying in the muddy water, and he was furious, and he immediately sent some people to the muddy puddle to pick up the body.

The corpse was lying upright in the muddy puddle, no matter how rich it was in life, but it was only a corpse after death.

It took some effort to get the body to the car, and then some of the servants began to collect it, but fortunately the body was not damaged. As a matter of urgency, Li Congqing sent someone to Jinling to buy a coffin, and it must be sent to Zhongshan before dark.

The clothes and bedding on Li Jingda's ruined body had been removed and thrown into a pit on the side of the road.

In the car, one of the faces of the corpse has become black and moldy, and it is impossible to distinguish the original appearance, and the whole body is like a balloon full of gas, and now the frowning maids have wiped it clean, and the corpse has also been coated with some thick spices, although it exudes fragrance, but it can not hide a rotten breath, at this moment is lying naked in the car, life does not bring, death does not take away, and the swollen body is only covered with a thin silk quilt, as if it can never be covered.

Everything in the car looked extremely weird, Li Congqing just looked at all this angrily, after he let the maids exit the car, he stayed quietly in the car alone and looked at the corpse, through the silk quilt, raised the right hand of the corpse, and then said to himself, with a face, anger and loss.

Li Congqing got out of the car and immediately ordered the forbidden army to investigate the matter. …… The funeral procession had already gone to Zhongshan, and the body had been sent to a palace and properly placed.

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The snow had grown heavier, obscuring the footprints on the ground, and the group was smiling maliciously with their mouths pursed and smiling wickedly far off the road, behind a withered reed.

One person knelt on the snow and said, "Haha, I didn't expect Lin Shuai's means of revenge to be so clever."

"My Lin Shuai won't be like this, this must be a vulgar method that the little Taoist priest came up with." Another retorted.

Several people: "No matter what, Li Congqing was so angry today, his father's funeral coffin was destroyed, and his body was insulted, this can be regarded as God's retribution for him."

"Yes, I have done too much bad things, and he feels good. Xiao Linzi, you hurry up and go to Runzhou to tell Lin Shuai about good things. "Since Lin Renzhao mentioned in Li Yu's letter that he ordered Lin Renzhao to be the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, the entire Lin Mansion and the generals loyal to Lin Renzhao all changed their words and called Lin Renzhao Lin Shuai.

After the people behind the reeds were gone, there were now several beggars shivering in the snow, walking in the snow, starving, and their only hope was to live.

Suddenly a beggar seemed to see something on the side of the road, and his eyes seemed to see prey, and he immediately went to that place, which was covered with snow, and which was raised high, as if there were precious things buried underneath.

He quickly grabbed his hands and dug up. I saw some clothes exposed in the snow, which looked like they were worn by rich and noble people, but they were a little wet.

The beggar didn't care, he was poor, he could only scavenge everywhere, and scavenging was not what he expected, he was originally a farmer with crops, but the drought deprived him of his right to live, so he dug it up.

There was a lot of hiding under the snow, and he saw several, in addition to clothes, there was also a brocade quilt, which he held in his hand. The things on it were golden, looking like a money python, and there were some second-hand clothes shops in the city that pawned clothes, and he was looking for a good price to survive the long winter.

He untied the burden behind him, and then packed it all in, there were too many things, and then he called a few beggars to take it together.

The beggars danced happily, for they could be sold for a lot of money when they were dried and pawned.

In the vast field, the snow was still falling, and the beggars were looking for firewood everywhere, piling up a thick pile of firewood. In a dilapidated mountain temple, where there was a leak of air, they set up a fire and put all the clothes they had picked up on the shelves, the fire was already burning, and the water vapor was bubbling. The beggars know that they are baking their hope of survival, and they have hope only if they live, and they don't care who these clothes and quilts are, even if they are dead, they don't care, they firmly believe that these things can be exchanged for a lot of money.

The charcoal fire is constantly being erected, the fire is burning to its heart's content, and hope is in sight. The beggars touched the dry clothes, and some of the beggars were embarrassed to wear them, and were laughed and scolded by the other beggars, and suddenly a wishful jade pendant fell out of a piece of clothing, with a faint luster, and the beggar quickly picked up the jade pendant from the ground, and then put it in his pocket hidden and tucked it, and then he was fiddling with the piece of clothing, the person relied on the clothes and the horse and the saddle, the beggar wore this clothes, as if he had suddenly changed a person, and those beggars had to show a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The charcoal fire baked until the end of the night.

Ps. recommends a book, Dead Otaku "Demon Cultivators on Earth". The adjustment of the 31st is to today, there is no change tomorrow, I want to go to Ningbo for a day, so I ask for a day off.

2015 is coming to an end, and this chapter of this book is also the last chapter of 2015, I wish you all a happy 2016.