In the early morning, it was drizzling, and the May rain gently slapped on the leaves on the roadside, washing the green leaves exceptionally shiny, and everything was still asleep, and a horse-drawn carriage was speeding on the official road, and the horses' hooves splashed like fireworks. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for the sound of horses' hooves and the rotation of the axles, there was no sound in the whole official road, and the silence was terrible.

"Good rain knows the season, when spring happens. Dive into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently. Zhu Mingyang looked at the spring rain in late spring moistening the earth, and a fresh and cool rush into his heart, he couldn't help but think of Du Fu, probably Du Fu was also in this mood at that time.

"Brother Mingyang! How long do we have to get to Chang'an? Cuicui opened the curtain of the carriage from the canopy with her hand.

"According to the map, we set off from Shangzhou, and we should be able to reach Chang'an in one day today." Zhu Mingyang turned his head and looked.

"Brother Mingyang, be careful that after getting wet on your clothes, you catch a cold." Cuicui gently wiped the water marks on Zhu Mingyang's face with her sleeve, making Zhu Mingyang feel extremely warm in his heart.

Since the Jingzhou case, although it is not a parting of life and death, Zhu Mingyang has been deeply moved by this woman. She is delicate, but not cowardly, strong but gentle, in order not to let herself be hurt, she would rather bear the pain alone, with such a Yi people, what more could she ask for? But thinking of his parents and thinking that he had to return to the place where he belonged, Zhu Mingyang shook his head helplessly, hoping that he would gain something from going to Chang'an.

"Huh!" At this time, an old man on the side of the road walked in the rain and brought Zhu Mingyang back from his thoughts. I saw that the old man was wearing a big hat on his head, and half a white cloth was exposed from under the hat, which was very strange.

"Hey! I don't know which family has passed away again. At this time, Cuicui in the back sighed.

"It turned out that someone had died, no wonder they were dressed like this." Zhu Mingyang muttered.

"Yes, if someone dies, the family will have to dress like this, and the heirs will have to keep filial piety for three years!" Cuicui patiently explained to Zhu Mingyang. Every time she explained these things, Cuicui was very excited, because only at this time did she feel that she was better than Zhu Mingyang.

"A lot of people have passed away today." Zhu Mingyang pointed to a shepherd boy coming from the rain with a horsewhip, and saw the shepherd boy riding on the back of an ox with a white cloth wrapped around his head.

"This ...... Maybe there is another plague or another war at the border. Cuicui looked at Zhu Mingyang's horsewhip and seemed to be taken aback.

"Yes, it seems that you people here are actually not having a good time, if you encounter a prosperous era, it is okay, but if you encounter war and plague, everything will be ruined in one fell swoop......" Zhu Mingyang smiled bitterly.

"Brother Mingyang, look!" Before Zhu Mingyang could finish speaking, Cuicui pointed to the distance and shouted.

Zhu Mingyang looked along the emerald jade fingers, only to see a village looming in the distance along the official road. The rain, densely woven diagonally, enveloped the whole village, and although it was not visible, its shape was visible. Zhu Mingyang raised his braids, and the horse neighed and thought about the village in the rain galloping away, leaving circles of water on the road.

"It's strange, why is it that people die in every household?" As soon as Zhu Mingyang walked to the entrance of the village, he was full of surprise. I saw that although the village is not big, there are white cloths wrapped in front of every house, is it strange?

"Auntie! Hello, what happened in your village? Why are they all dressed in linen and filial piety. Zhu Mingyang stopped the carriage and saw an old man about fifty years old under the eaves carrying a bucket of water, and hurriedly went up to help.

"Thank you! Listening to Childe's accent, it shouldn't be around here! The old woman looked Zhu Mingyang up and down.

"Auntie, we are from Jiangnan Province and Yuezhou." At this time, Cuicui also greeted him.

"No wonder! Don't hide it from the two of you, the saint died yesterday, and the list has been sent to all states and counties. It's a pity, just after the Duanyang Festival, Your Majesty ...... Hey, the Son of Heaven is really a good emperor, he has given us tax reductions and exemptions many times, and whenever he encounters a disaster, he personally prays for blessings, opens a warehouse and releases grain, which is really unblessed. The old woman sighed.

"Then how long will it take to go to Chang'an?" Zhu Mingyang was in a hurry.

"This is already the boundary of Chang'an, and the prince will drive the carriage along the official road, and it will take another hour to arrive." The old woman pointed to the official road. Zhu Mingyang saw that he was not far away from Chang'an, so he said goodbye to the old woman and drove to Chang'an in a carriage with Cuicui.

"Cuicui, when the emperor is dead, do everyone have to dress like this?" As soon as he got into the carriage, Zhu Mingyang asked.

"Although, I haven't experienced the death of an emperor when I'm so old. But I heard the old man say that after the emperor died, everyone in the world had to wear linen and filial piety, and they had to wear it for 28 days? And during this period, you are not allowed to wear accessories, you are not allowed to open meat, and there are many things you can't do, but there are some people who don't pay attention to etiquette and occasionally break the rules. Cuicui told Zhu Mingyang most of the rules.

"So that's the case, it seems that our trip to Chang'an is not timely!" Zhu Mingyang remembered the rules of the first emperor dying and the concubine staying in the Ganye Temple, it seems that there is a newcomer who is going to enter the Ganye Temple, so let's hurry to Chang'an, thinking of this, Zhu Mingyang raised his whip and whipped the horse, and the carriage galloped and disappeared into the rain and fog......