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Zhang Fang didn't know that the scene that happened in Zhangtai's "Yanyu Pavilion", even so, he could guess that his return would cause unease to some people in Chang'an. However, at the moment, his focus is not here, compared with personal grievances, the fate of the two pillars of the Han Dynasty and the sons of the Han family on the border of thousands of tun is more important.

Zhang Fang did not have many resources and manpower at hand, and what was worse was that he had almost lost his personal freedom - in ancient times, mourning was actually no different from imprisonment.

According to the etiquette system, after the funeral, the filial son cannot return home, but must live in a grass hut in front of the tomb of his relatives for mourning. During this period, they are not allowed to cook, have sex, or play music, but they are not allowed to visit relatives and friends. Usually the mourning time is 36 days, and the mourning can be removed.

Living in a grass house, covering a thin coat, reciting spirits, eating cold food, and not walking around except in square inches - what is the difference between this and imprisonment?

Zhang Fang is not afraid of these hardships, compared with his experience in the past two years, it is really pediatric. What made him nerve-wracking was that during the mourning, his every word and deed was stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and he couldn't make a mistake by half a step, relying only on Deng Zhan, what he could do was limited.

However, it is imperative to first figure out the beginning and end of the issuance of this subordinate decree before thinking about countermeasures, and I hope that good news can come from Yu Tian.

On the twenty-second day of the first month, Mao Shi is positive, auspicious, and it is advisable to travel south. Fuping Gonghou went out for the funeral, the weather was gloomy and cold, although there was no snow but there was a slight rain. Under the guidance of the court officials, the Marquis of Fuping has hundreds of relatives and hundreds of servants, and under the guidance of the court officials, they hold the coffin and sweep out of the Qingming Gate in the east of Chang'an, and go to Du Ling for burial.

Duling is not far from Chang'an, it is more than 20 miles away, but it is really not easy when the weather is cold and the ground is freezing, and you can't use any means of transportation, so you can only walk.

This point is not in his eyes, but for Princess Jingwu, it is suffering. Princess Jingwu's health has improved slightly, and she can not participate in the funeral, but she must accompany her at the funeral, unless she is really seriously ill and can't get up.

But for Princess Jingwu, it is not herself who suffers, but her son. Looking at his son, who was the first to hold the shackle and struggled to move forward in the slush, he was distressed and wept.

The ancient rite "funeral must be carried out", and the silk is the rope that pulls the machine, which can only be pulled by relatives and friends. According to the system, the princes are the four scarves, and the Fuping co-marquis is the funeral man, Zhang Fang, Princess Jingwu, Zhang Ping and Zhang Chengyan, of course, this is just a formality, not a serious contribution. Among them, Zhang Chengyan also undertook the responsibility of singing elegy.

When a group of mourners came to Du Ling, it was almost noon, and Du Ling ordered Duan Huizong to lead the officials to greet him. After that, under the personal guidance of Duan Huizong, he came to a highland with lush vegetation and mountains and rivers. This is the Zhang family burial area, where the ancestors of the Zhang family are buried from the ancestor Zhang Tang, the first generation of Hou Zhang Anshi, the second generation of Hou Zhang Yanshou, the third generation of Hou Zhang Bo, and Zhang He, Zhang Pengzu, Zhang Qianqiu and other ancestors of the Zhang family.

Zhang Lin, the Marquis of Fuping in this generation, had said before his death, "I can't afford to bury the grave", and my family followed his will, except for the jade clothes and Ming utensils given by the Son of Heaven, only accompanied the burial of the four carriages representing the identity, a small amount of lacquerware, pottery, and nothing else.

Twenty steps to the left of the cemetery, there is a makeshift simple grass hut, which is the mourning residence for the next 36 days.

burial, martyrdom, sealing of soil, erection of monuments...... Zhang Fang watched silently like this, his face was blank, he couldn't squeeze out tears, but thanks to God, he was drenched and his face was wet, so he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

Princess Jingwu looked angry: "My son, you have to live alone here for thirty-six days and nights." It's freezing this day, how can you stand it with your bones? ”

Zhang Fang's numb face muscles moved: "This bit of coldness, my body bones, no problem." ”

A voice came from behind him: "Brother Xian, please let Brother Fool stay with you, okay?" ”

Zhang Fang turned around and saw his brother Zhang Chengyan's sincere face.

Zhang Fang nodded slightly and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, Brother Zhong." It's just that everyone knows the filial piety of the brother, please leave this opportunity to the younger brother, is it okay? ”

Zhang Chengyan bowed down in fear, and even said that he didn't dare to say more.

It wasn't until Zhang Chengyan retreated that Princess Jingwu said to Zhang Fang with a slight reproach: "Chengyan is also a good intention, I just want to take care of you, you shouldn't say this." ”

Zhang Fang apologized and said: "Mother has taught me a lesson, so my son will make amends to Brother Zhongjie." ”

"Forget it." Princess Jingwu waved her hand weakly, "There are a lot of things today, and there are many people, you are ready to succeed the head of the family, you have to have the majesty of the head of the family, don't make amends to the clansmen casually." ”

Looking at the back of Princess Jingwu leaving, a subtle smile flashed in Zhang Fang's eyes, he deliberately said those words, trying to put his words and deeds on the former "Zhang Fang", so as not to behave too abruptly before and after, and arouse suspicion - others are nothing, at most when he grows up and his heart changes, but Princess Jingwu is different, Zhi'er is more than a mother.

In the evening, Zhang Fang stood on a boulder with his hands in his hand, looking at the strings of torches on the winding mountain road, looking from afar, like a fire dragon. One moment it was still bustling, but at this moment, it was deserted. Recalling the scene when Princess Jingwu wiped away tears and was full of worry when she was leaving, Zhang Fang really wanted to tell her that this moment of silence was what he wanted most.

According to the system, Zhang Fang could leave two or three servants to take care of his diet and daily life. It is a great honor for the servants who are usually left behind to be regarded as the confidants of the next head of the household. But when all the servants looked at their young prince with eager eyes, they were stunned when they heard the candidate.

Zhang Fang designated two people: Ah Zhen and Sancai.

Liu Ah Zhen can understand, this big guy is a natural bodyguard at first glance. But those three talents are just a waste of people, and they still have to be taken care of, and they have to be so honored, which is really enviable, jealous and hateful.

Similar to what everyone guessed, Zhang Fang kept Ah Zhen by his side, firstly, to restrain him from causing trouble in the house, and secondly, he could be a bodyguard. And Sancai was the only surviving guard in the battle of Donggeng Fengsui that day, with a broken arm and injuries everywhere in his body, it was a miracle that he was able to survive. His unwavering loyalty is beyond doubt.

Zhang Fang used this way to make it clear to everyone that although this person is crippled, don't try to bully him.

As the fire dragon drifted away, Zhang Fang jumped down from the stone and helped up Sancai, who had been kneeling in the mud: "You are physically inconvenient, your legs and feet are sick, and when there are no outsiders present in the future, you will be exempt from courtesy." ”

Sancai raised his head, tears pouring down: "The young master can't repay the kindness of Sancai, but he doesn't dare to waste the courtesy." ”

Zhang Fang patted Sancai on the shoulder, didn't say anything more, and walked towards the grass house. Behind him, Ah Zhen followed suit, and Sancai also hurriedly stood up from the ground and staggered behind him.

The interior of the cottage is as simple as the appearance, only a seat, a quilt, a case and a few clay bowls and pots, even the pillow is a clod of soil, the so-called "sleeping pillow block" is also. The four walls are also very rough, barely leaky. It's not that the time is too rushed, it's simple, it's the custom. The funeral is an act of filial piety, and the greater the physical and mental torture, the more filial piety can be demonstrated. No matter how high or low, the grass house you live in is the same.

There is no stove in the grass house, that is, it cannot be cooked on a fire. Except for the first three days of not being able to eat, all the food and drink after that were brought by the servants of Duling's old house.

Zhang Fang touched the thin coat, pounded the hard couch, rubbed the stiff wood all day, and exhaled a white breath: "Very good, everything is back to square one." (To be continued.) )