Far away in the capital of the Jin Kingdom of Zhufu.

Zhu's background is actually not bad, and it is also a big family that has been inherited in the south for more than ten generations, with lush branches and leaves, and many clansmen.

The head of the previous generation of the Zhu family, is also the father of Zhu Fengxian, and is the official residence of the imperial court Taichang Temple Taichang Qing, ranked one of the nine Qing, one of the sacrificial wine under his hands can serve as the chief examiner of the entire Jin State scientific examination, his status and power are high, on the surface, only after the three princes such as the big Situ, so he has come from the scholarly family, although the Zhu Mansion of the Confucian family is not as huge as the Chen Mansion of the original Sima family, and the shape is mighty, but it is also quite magnificent, and ordinary people know that it is a rich door valve at first sight, and they dare not walk easily.

The only fly in the ointment is that since the beginning of the new year, the red lantern outside the door of the Zhu Mansion has been replaced with the original festive blessing, and the white lantern will be hung up at home for funerals.

This kind of celebration day of the whole human race, but suddenly there is this bad thing, Zhufu these days, not to mention foreign visitors, that is, no one passing by the back door, everyone is afraid that they will accidentally get bad luck, let themselves be unlucky for a whole year, this kind of festive day, but no one will commit taboos.

Even the people in the two mansions next to them cursed the Zhu Mansion next to them in private every day, and in the afternoon of the same day, the whole family moved out directly and lived temporarily in Beppu outside the city, if they didn't know that Zhu Fengxian was the best friend of the new Dazai Chen Jing, and even took over the position of the former Great Situ Cai Jing, maybe they really had to join forces and govern the Zhu family well.

After the death of a person, as usual, the mortuary must be stopped for a full seven days, and after the first seven days, the funeral can be performed, especially the old man is an official of the Taichang Temple of the imperial court before his death, in charge of etiquette, and passed on from generation to generation, the family style is rigorous, and he has always been a person who abides by etiquette, so although there is such an embarrassing thing in the New Year, the people below also have to pinch their noses and act according to the rules.

I didn't want the other people in the house to be upset, so the mourning hall was specially set up in a separate courtyard in the house, and after putting some wreaths sent by other families, it was almost arranged, even if it was rough, but for the time being, it could only be like this.

After all, it's the New Year, who wants to take on this kind of work? The people would rather lose their work in the Zhufu and quit doing it than touch this kind of mold.

Of course, Zhu Fengxian also understands this mentality, so it is difficult for people to do it, so many newcomers go back to rest for a few days, leaving only some people who have worked in Zhufu for many years.

In the mourning hall, Zhu Fengxian knelt alone on the futon in front of the coffin, his face was as pale as paper because he was too weak, and with the white clothes and white turbans on his body, if this body was seen by those who didn't know, it would be regarded as a day for him.

Since he knew the news of his father's suicide, he has been alone in the mourning hall regardless of his weakness, day and night, you must know that in the Jinluan Palace, he was also stabbed by his father in the stomach, and he has been recuperating in bed since he came back, which is not necessary.

But he understood that when this happened on Chinese New Year's Eve, his father was blaming him for aiding and abetting.

He also knows that his father's life is the most observant of the word "etiquette", and his father can't serve people like Chen Jing, no matter what Chen Jing is for the Jin Kingdom or what, no matter what the reason, he will never be able to erase the essence of his following crimes, killing the monarch and messing with power.

Even Chen Jing himself understands that the evaluation of him by later generations will not be good in any case, but then again, if he doesn't do this, who will he wait for?

But from the first day of the first year to the seventh day of the first month, in the seven days of filial piety, Chen Jing never came to see him, only the former great Sima Chen Xiehu personally came to the house to mourn once, and brought him some additional things to nourish his body, and gave him a few words of good words, so that he should not be overly sad, and also ordered the people in the house to pay attention to his body, and then left with a gloomy expression, as if this set of rhetoric had exhausted the strength of the second half of his life, and the whole person was stupid when he left, as if he was stupid.

Zhu Fengxian looked at the charcoal fire that was gradually extinguishing in front of him, his face was haggard, and he subconsciously added the paper money that he had been holding in his hand.

As the embers flew, a wave of heat rose, and the flames quickly re-energized.

He hung his head, his eyes not focused at all, and he just muttered to himself, "Father, why is this so?"

The man lying in the coffin died a terrible death, gouging out his eyes and hanging from a beam, this was a foregone conclusion, and naturally it was impossible to get up again to answer his question under any circumstances.

"Why be loyal to such a royal family, why do you do that in the palace, why do you need to 。。。。。。 ”

He muttered, then put in the remaining paper money in his hand, and gently reached out to wipe his tears, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help himself.

In fact, he doesn't hate anyone, he doesn't hate the incompetence of the Jin royal family, he doesn't hate his close friend Chen Jing Hulai, he doesn't hate his father and can't see it, he only hates himself, why he just refused to communicate with his father before.

My father is a bit old-fashioned, but he is also my own father!

He hates it!

He really hates!

He hated himself for being selfish, and for the sake of his ambitions, he never paid attention to his father's thoughts.

He hated himself for being incompetent, why he just couldn't convince his father, and he didn't even want to talk to him properly.

Why?

Why didn't he find an opportunity to have a good talk with his father after returning from the Golden Luan Palace, maybe then this kind of tragedy would not have happened.

But he had no chance to regret it.

It's just that who can say clearly what is right and wrong?

Even if he and his father are on a different position.

But they are father and son after all, this is an indelible blood connection.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Zhu Feng first closed his eyes, leaned down with tears, kowtowed three times on the ground, and then propped himself on the ground, wanting to stand up again, but because he had been kneeling for too long, his legs had lost sensation and he couldn't stand up for the time being.

After hearing the noise, the people at the door looked back, exclaimed, and hurried over, carefully stepping forward to help their master.

Zhu Fengxian supported the shoulders of the subordinate with both hands, his legs were so soft that he seemed to have no bones, and he couldn't feel the sensation on his legs at all, just barely touching the ground, even so, he was still struggling to go to the coffin, this person was also interested, and hurriedly helped Zhu Feng to the side of the coffin first with another maid who rushed over.

Zhu Fengxian held his hands on the edge of the coffin, his green tendons were exposed, and he looked at his father who was empty in the coffin, his face was blue and purple, and he was miserable, and finally couldn't help but cry.

Yes!

Yes!

Yes!

He lowered his head, but his cry became more and more high-pitched, and he suppressed it for seven whole days, no, it should be a full twenty years of feelings, and finally found an outlet, and it was cathartic all at once.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

Thousands of words, thousands of words, there is no chance to say, in this life, the most uncomfortable thing is the word "regret".

Because of regret, it is something that I could have done well, but I didn't do it well, the feeling of being aggrieved, helpless, and wanting to make up for it, but being unable to repair it, hurts people the most.

Buddhism says that the four sufferings of people, birth, old age, sickness and death, asking but not being able to, resentment and hatred, love and parting.

But I think, to sum up, it's nothing more than four words, "helpless".

Helplessness to oneself, helplessness to others, helplessness to the irretrievable happening of the world, because I can't see through, so the more I want to change, the more I find myself helpless at all.

In the mourning hall, when the sound of weeping reached its peak, it finally slowly fell back again.

Zhu Feng leaned next to the coffin first, silent, just twitching gently.

However, this kind of silent sobbing touched people's hearts even more, that is, the subordinates on both sides couldn't help but feel related when they saw this situation, and couldn't bear to turn their heads away.

After a while, he was finally able to barely hold the coffin, half leaning and half standing.

Zhu Fengxian's eyes were red and swollen, and his face was full of tears, although he looked even weaker, he could no longer see his sad expression.

He has already finished crying what he should cry and wants to cry, and in the second half of his life, he wishes Fengxian that he will never cry again.

He looked at the man in the coffin and muttered.

"Father, even if I am broken to pieces, I don't want Chen Jing to go alone on this road!"

After speaking, Zhu Fengxian pushed away the two subordinates next to him, stood hard against the coffin, and worked hard for a long time, and finally staggered out of the mourning hall, although his body was unstable, he was unswerving.

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On the eighth day of the first lunar month, when the bright moon is in the sky, the stars hold the moon, which is the day when the stars are in the world, it is appropriate to sacrifice, enter the funeral, and become a dress.

On the court of the Jin Kingdom, under the deliberate arrangement of Chen Jing, Wu Heng finally got his wish and ascended the Jinluan Palace, after talking about the situation in the south, attracting the attention of the officials of the imperial court, he then threw out the idea of forming an alliance with the Jin State and taking the Liang State together。

However, Chen Jing, who is now the leader of the hundred officials, did not be in the Jinluan Hall this time, but was in a side hall not far away, drinking tea with Chu Yanggong.

The people around him had already been dismissed, and the two bold offenders in the eyes of the world sat down at the tea table together, and then Chen Jing personally poured tea for them.

After Duke Chu Yang drank the tea, Chen Jing said with a smile: "I have already received Princess Chuyang." ”

At the mention of this, Chu Yanggong was in a much better mood, and immediately smiled: "Do you kid have any thoughts about my daughter? That's not good, I don't want to marry my daughter to you, a chaotic minister and thief." ”

When Chen Jing heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Hahahaha, maybe she will become a queen from a princess?"

If this kind of talk is heard by outsiders, I am afraid that I will be directly scared to death, this is simply a naked rebellion, without a king and a father, and I will be scolded by someone poking my backbone.

But he didn't want Chu Yanggong to hear this kind of thing, so he just shook his head lightly, and said with an extremely serious expression: "You won't, if you are really this kind of person, it is impossible for me to do this kind of thing with you." ”

Chen Jing pursed his lips and complained: "Since they are all people in the same boat, then why do you bury me like this?"

This time, Chu Yanggong didn't speak, because of the reason, both of them knew it.

Mo said that Chen Jing didn't have that idea at all, just in front of him, just joking, even if Chen Jing or his daughter really had this idea, Chu Yanggong would not agree, the reason is very simple, in Chu Yanggong's opinion, he just scolded the faint monarch in front of him in the imperial garden, as for indirectly helping Chen Jing stabilize the courtiers, it is up to others to think, anyway, he will not admit it.

In short, after more than ten years, when the current little emperor of the Shangguan family grew up, he finally couldn't help but regain his rights, as long as his family was not too deeply involved with Chen Jing, relying on the identity of the emperor's relatives and relatives, he would not be settled by the queen of the autumn, but if he really married his daughter to Chen Jing, his daughter, and even the entire Xue family, would inevitably not get a good death, which is why Chen Jing once said that he would never marry a wife and have children.

After returning power to the Shangguan family, he will inevitably be liquidated by the descendants of the Shangguan family, the Chen family will die, and even all those who are too deeply involved with him will definitely die, and there will be no omission, so Chen Jing does not dare to involve too much with others, he doesn't want to hurt others.

From the moment he chose this path, he was a "lonely man" in the true sense, and the so-called minister was also a single minister.