The summer was scorching, and the sultry weather made the voyage irritable, and several times he proposed to return to Jiangzhou, but all the women should not obey. The voyage did not know the meaning of the women, and wanted to go out of the house for a walk, but was also blocked.

"Liqiu, accompany me to the city for a walk, Xianggong is about to suffocate to death." Today is to accompany the autumn, sail away and walk with her in the house, so that she can talk and plead.

"Xianggong, you have also been to this city, and there is no fun, how can you reach the beautiful scenery of flowers in the house." Li Qiu couldn't bear it, knowing that Yuanhang had been trapped in the house for more than ten days, but he still turned his face and never agreed.

Yuanhang sighed, glanced at Liqiu strangely, turned around and continued to walk forward.

"It's hot and humid, if you can go to the spring in Jiangzhou to enjoy the coolness, why don't we rush back to Jiangzhou?" While walking in the distance, he was still discussing the departure from autumn.

"Okay, we'll be back in more than ten days." Liqiu responded with good words and followed him all the time.

"It will take more than ten days to ......" Yuanhang smiled bitterly, knowing that it was useless to talk to her, so he ignored her angrily and strode forward. Liqiu hurriedly trotted up and followed.

Turning the north corner from the back house, Yuanhang suddenly stopped and stood in place. Liqiu trotted after him and almost crashed into him.

A row of houses in the north corner came into view of Yuanhang, where Yilan lived. He once sent her a love poem from the back window and captured Yilan's heart. Now things are wrong, and the pretty figure is no longer gone.

"Liqiu, you go back first, I'll sit there for a while." Yuanhang whispered to Liqiu, who raised his eyes to look at that side.

"Xianggong ......"

"That's Yilan's room, it's fine, I'm just there and don't go anywhere else."

"Oh." Liqiu had the heart to follow, and after learning that it was Yilan's residence, he gave up the idea, "Xianggong go, I'll go back first." ”

"Hmm." Yuanhang looked back at Liqiu and smiled, turned around and walked over. Liqiu watched the voyage into the house, did not leave, walked to the cool place opposite and sat down, waiting for the voyage.

Yuanhang pushed the door in, and everything in the house was still the same, but no one had been here for a long time, and the tables and chairs were covered with dust.

Walking lightly in the house, the voyage was teary in his eyes. At the table in the field, Yilan once smiled and served himself fragrant tea. In the corner of the wall next to the bed, Yilan was ashamedly held in her arms. There is also the white gauze beside the bed, and the beautiful woman has a pink face, and she closes the bed curtain shyly......

"Yilan ......" Yuanhang gently closed his eyes, tears rolled down from the cracks of his eyes, and flowed into his mouth, bitter and sad, Yuanhang tasted the taste of longing from it.

On the shelf next to the south wall, Yuanhang saw a porcelain bottle and recognized that it was a bottle of good wine that Yilan stole from his grandfather when he wanted to drink and poetry with Yilan on a whim. It's just that I was a shallow drinker at that time, and I got drunk after only one drink.

Picking up the wine bottle, Yuanhang walked back to the table, and smiled bitterly, "Yilan, Xianggong is back, I will drink this wine with you today and talk about lovesickness." ”

Putting the cup away, Yuanhang filled two glasses of wine, one in front of him and one on the opposite side.

"Beloved wife, this glass of wine respects you. The time when I was with you was the most memorable time for me. Yuanhang collided the two cups, raised them and drank them all. Then he picked up the cup in Yilan, "Xianggong drinks it on your behalf, we will not be separated from each other in life and death." ”

Filled again, Yuanhang raised his glass, tears dripping down his cheeks and melting into the drink.

"What is wine? It's just a thought out of thin air. What are tears? But lovesickness. Yuanhang raised his glass lightly, and swallowed tears into his stomach.

I drank cup after cup, and tears flowed down one drop after another. When the wine in the porcelain bottle was almost empty, Yuanhang was already drunk and hazy, holding the corner of the table with one hand, and reaching out with the other hand to continue pouring wine.

With a shake of his hand, the bottle fell to the ground and shattered. Yuanhang snorted and slowly bent down to pick up the bottom of the bottle, where there was only a little wine left.

"Yesterday's red makeup, the tears are still there. Drunk for a long time, wake up and go to the empty ......"

When he bent over, the hand holding the corner of the table slipped, and Yuanhang almost fell, and instinctively propped his hand to the ground. The thumb touched the fragment of the porcelain vase, and a small cut was made, and blood flowed out.

The Dragon's Blood Darkstone slipped out of his arms and fell to the ground. Yuanhang didn't hesitate, reached out and picked up the dragon blood stone, and the blood of his thumb stained the stone, quickly penetrating into it.

Liqiu waited outside the house for a long time and didn't sail out, and suddenly heard a "bang", and his heart was shocked, so he hurriedly got up and ran to the house.

The moment Liqiu pushed open the door, he saw Yuanhang bending over to pick up the dragon's blood stone. Seeing that his figure was unstable, Liqiu hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

"Leaving the Autumn ......" Yuanhang felt that his eyes were a little unable to open, and his vision was blurred, and he didn't know whether it was alcohol or sleepiness. I just feel sleepy, I just want to lie down and get a good night's sleep.

"Xianggong, Xianggong, what's wrong with you?" Liqiu supported the voyage, only to feel that his body was getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't support him anymore.

"Xianggong is here, go to bed and rest first." Liqiu gritted his teeth, leaned his body against himself, and walked towards the side of the bed with all his might.

Yuanhang's consciousness began to blur, and he almost didn't have the strength to speak.

"Liqiu, Xianggong is sleepy, and he is going to sleep......" Yuanhang only said a word, and then he passed out, his body was weak, and he fell to Liqiu.

"Xianggong, Xianggong." Liqiu put Yuanhang on the bed, shouted twice without a response, and hurriedly turned around and ran to the house to call people.

When everyone heard the news, they rushed to see the smell of alcohol in the house, and Yuanhang lay on the bed with a calm face, only when he was drunk. Qinghe and Du Wen stepped forward, straightened Yuanhang's body, and took off his shoes and socks for him. Inadvertently, Qinghe touched the coldness under Yuanhang's feet, and hurriedly rushed forward in panic, putting his face on Yuanhang's face.

Yuanhang's face was as usual, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was dreaming a good dream. After Qinghe touched it, he realized that Yuanhang's body was rapidly getting cold, and it was unbelievably fast.

"Xianggong, Xianggong......" Qinghe looked panicked, shook Yuanhang's body and called out loudly, howling and crying.

Everyone was shocked, and when they learned that Yuanhang's body had become cold, Wanyue screamed and fainted. The women threw themselves beside Yuanhang together, shouting heartbreakingly.

Situ Hao didn't believe that Yuanhang had died, so he sent someone to invite a number of divine doctors in the city to come for treatment. After arriving, he shook his head, saying that there was no context, and he was already dead. I just can't explain why the corpse is so cold in this hot weather.

Until nightfall, the grief of the women was slightly relieved, and Situ Hao began to change clothes for the voyage. But when he saw Yuanhang's left hand clenched, he couldn't open it no matter what, so he had to give up.

It was agreed that the weather was hot and that the voyage should be buried as soon as possible. Wanyue and the others stayed by the body of Yuanhang all night, and when they saw that he had been cold and had not changed color, they wanted to send him back to Jiangzhou for burial.

"Xianggong said that he likes Jiangzhou the most, and now that he is gone, he should return to Jiangzhou and be buried with his sister Yilan, and I can also go to visit from time to time." Wanyo's eyes were red and swollen, and she kept sobbing. Qinghe and others also agreed. Situ Hao sighed heavily and acquiesced.

On the third day, the women dressed in plain clothes, after kneeling in front of the voyage, put the body into the coffin, bid farewell to Situ Zhongda, and led the crowd back to Jiangzhou. Situ Zhongda burst into tears and sent the last voyage.

Dao Zi guarded beside the coffin of the voyage, crying secretly. I never thought that he would die at such a young age, and when I remembered the affection for myself like a brother in the past, my heart ached like a knife.

Ah Jin also shed tears, and immediately stepped forward to comfort Dao Zi. Wuying's face was calm and silent, but the meteor behind him cried.

"Don't cry, or the young grandmothers will be even more sad." Tang Ling cried all night yesterday, his voice was hoarse, and now he had no tears, and he was talking about him beside Meteor.

The long convoy was dressed in white, and even the horses were draped in white cloth. There is no laughter and laughter, only the sound of the wheels rubbing against each other, squeaking and squeaking to tell others about the short life of the voyage.

When the news of Yuanhang's death spread, everyone was shocked. Emperor Yin Wen bounced up from the dragon chair and sat back slowly. The voice was hoarse, the expression was solemn, and the dynasty issued a decree to posthumously seal the voyage as a first-class public protector of the country, and the former civil official of Jiangzhou Yefu fell into a sedan chair, and the military attache dismounted.

Zhan Hu couldn't stop crying at His Royal Highness in the current court, and said sadly: "The great sorrow of the country, I have lost a pillar in the court!" ”

The generals of the Liang State rushed to Jiangzhou from all directions and cried and worshiped in front of the spirit of the voyage. It was supposed to be buried on three days, but because of the continuous officials who came to pay respects, it was delayed until the 15th to start the burial for the voyage.

On the fifteenth day of July in the fifth year of Yinwen, the protector of the country Ye Yuanhang was buried in Jiangzhou. At the time of the burial, thousands of people were sad, and the whole Jiangzhou closed the city and the streets, and there was no noise.

"Xianggong, why are you willing to leave me." Wanyue cried and knelt in the bamboo forest, Yilan's grave had been dug up, and the coffin of the voyage was preparing to be buried in the ground.

Qinghe was already paralyzed on the ground, Qiushui knelt on the ground with red eyes and supported her, and still held Zhuo Ran, who didn't understand the world, in his arms.

Du Wen accompanied Liqiu with tears in her eyes, Liqiu didn't say a word, and there were no tears in her eyes, just stunned as she watched the coffin of the voyage slowly descend.

The ninth princess was crazy, desperately rushing forward, "Xianggong, don't leave Ping Yao, Xiang Gong, Ping Yao is here......" Zhilin cried loudly beside the princess, as if he knew that he had no father, and he would never ride on his father's shoulder again and laugh.

When a pile of loess was piled up, it seemed that a cloud of mist floated up from the ground, gathered in the air to form a cloud, and it was actually the smiling face of the voyage hanging in the air.

"Xianggong, is that you? Messire. Qinghe felt it, looked up at the air, and looked at them with a smile.

The women stood up and looked up at the sky in amazement. The cloud fluttered slowly with the wind, but it was always the face of the voyage facing them, and the corners of the mouth kept smiling.

With a "boom", thunder suddenly sounded in the clear sky, and then, the rain fell sharply, scattering the cloud in an instant.

"No, Minister......" the girls cried, and in a moment the rain stopped, as if it had only come to break the cloud.

The women looked at the sky stupidly, trying to find among the many clouds, but they never saw the smiling face of the voyage again.

Fuzhong was in great sorrow for three days after the voyage was buried, and it was not until three days later that several ladies reluctantly got up and moved around each other.

"Sister, I often have to get up at night in the autumn night, and I ask my sister to take care of it." Liqiu told Qinghe that he couldn't sleep at night and couldn't take care of Zhiqiu, so he came to her room and asked him to take care of him for a few days.

Qinghe only said that he was too far away from Qiu's thoughts, and agreed without thinking. Liqiu thanked him, hugged Zhiqiu and kissed him fiercely, but tears flowed down.

"Mother, don't cry, Zhiqiu obediently listens to Erniang's words." Liqiu's tears remained in Zhiqiu's mouth, and Xiao Zhiqiu stretched out his little hand to wipe his tears for his mother.

Liqiu smiled, sent Zhiqiu into Qinghe's arms and turned to leave.

Back in the room, Liqiu threw herself on the bed and cried. The departure of the voyage made Liqiu very painful, although no one mentioned it, but Liqiu has always blamed himself. It's because he didn't take good care of his father-in-law, and he shouldn't be separated from him and let him out of his sight. She blamed herself for the death of the voyage and could not forgive herself.

"Xianggong, it's all the fault of the concubine." Liqiu cried and got up, took out the white silk that had been prepared from under the pillow, and gently placed it on his face.

"Xianggong, Zhiqiu has been handed over to my sister to take care of, and the concubine has nothing to worry about, so I will go with you, so that the concubine will not leave you." After Liqiu cried, he wiped away his tears and laughed again. He stood up and threw Bai Aya onto the beam, and stood on the chair himself.

"Xianggong, you go slowly, wait for the concubine, the autumn is coming." After speaking, Liqiu closed his eyes, kicked the chair away with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his body hung in the air.

On the third day after the voyage was buried, a new grave was added to the bamboo forest, accompanied by Yilan on the left and right. The bamboo leaves swayed lightly, rustling, as if someone was whispering, pouring out each other's reluctance.

Time flies, the years are silent, and several children gather around a noble woman, shouting and refusing to leave.

"Second grandmother, can you recite the song of parting grievances for me again?" A boy pulled the woman's hand and shook it back and forth, his little face raised high, and his expectant eyes made it impossible to refuse.

"Okay, okay." The woman smiled in response, raised her hand and gently pulled her gray hair, and looked into the distance.

“…… Yesterday's red makeup, the tears are still there. Drunk for a long time, wake up and go empty, lonely loess, thank you for a few spring breezes. Don't have grudges, hurt unintentionally, countless lovesickness, and dreams in the wind. Qinghe read softly, stretched his thoughts, returned to that unforgettable era, and remembered that unforgettable smiling face.

"Grandmother, is Grandpa really a genius?" The other girl put her little head on Qinghe's lap and asked playfully.

Qinghe stroked her little face with his hand, nodded, and said, "Yes, your grandfather has countless intrigues and wisdom, and no one admires him to the fullest. ”

"Grandmother, I want to grow up to be like my grandfather and be the smartest person possible." The boy raised his little hand and spoke in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Okay, the man of the Ye family, he has ambition." Qinghe had a smile on his face, but tears slowly flowed out of the corners of his eyes, looked up at the sky, and sighed lightly.

"Xianggong, did you see it?"

(End of book)