Why did Xu Xufeng insist on keeping his mourning secret? This was mainly related to an unwritten rule of the imperial court. Since ancient times, China has governed the world with filial piety, and when the parents died, the court officials had to go home to keep filial piety for three years, which was called Ding Wei.

During these three years, you will leave your job and mourn, and when the time comes, you will start again. Of course, you can also choose not to go home to worry, but from now on, your reputation will stink. If you are not even filial to your parents, then how can you be loyal to the country? Even the emperor will not like such a person.

But go home and worry, in the past three years, no matter how hot you are, it should be cold. Even if it is recovered, it may be assigned to a cold bench. If you don't come to sit in the government for three years, your seat can't be vacant.

At this point, in fact, the military attaché will be a little more lenient. Military attache Ding Wei does not need to be relieved of his official position, he only needs to hold a funeral for 100 days, and the rest of the "Daxiang", "Xiaoxiang" and "pawn crying" and the like will be given another holiday, which is much better than that of a civilian official.

Xu Xufeng is a military attaché, if it is just like this, then it would be better. However, Xu Xufeng is going to Jinling in a few days to participate in the captive sacrifice to the heavens, with his original merits, the emperor will personally receive him, which will be of infinite help to his future.

If he was at home at the moment, he would not be able to participate in the sacrifice. When the sacrifice is over, the emperor has returned to the capital, and if you want to see the emperor again, it will not be so simple. How could he be willing to let such an important opportunity pass in vain?

"Father, the child's move is also to restore our Xu family. As a last resort, I hope my father will forgive. When this matter is over, the child will inevitably ask the emperor for a decree to posthumously seal you. Xu Xufeng knelt in front of Xu Guangzu's corpse and said secretly in his heart.

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Xu Xufeng because of Xu Guangzu's affairs, where did he still have the leisure to deal with Fang Hong. After ordering someone to build a coffin, he quietly parked Xu Guangzu's body in a room, and ordered someone to fake the illusion that Xu Guangzu went out to visit friends. Because of the wind, no one in the village knew that Old Man Xu was dead.

Yinzhu's mother was buried in a hurry because her head hit the stone, but she couldn't be saved after all. As for Yinzhu, she was sent to other places by Xu Xufeng and married an honest farmer, and there has been no news of her in Sheephorn Village.

After the matter was settled, Xu Xufeng hurriedly left here. There were so many painful things in Giethoorn Village for him that he didn't want to stay here for a moment.

And just as he was leaving, Fang Hong also left the village and headed in the direction of Jinling.

Fang Hong went out this time, not with thoughts, but with real travel. After all, he was going to Jinling to observe the sacrifice to the heavens and practice the "Dragon and Tiger Jindan True Solution", if he only relied on thoughts, he was afraid that the breath fluctuations generated during the sacrifice to the heavens would be able to shake his thoughts away. Only when he travels can he resist the surging trend of heaven and earth.

Besides, he is here to practice martial arts, and you don't have this physical body, and you still cultivate a fart.

Fang Hong took a merchant ship, set off from the wharf in Changning, rushed to Nanchang, and then changed ships from Nanchang to Jinling.

"Brush. "Huge ships, swept over the water, and a flock of wild ducks, flapping their wings, flew towards the sky, causing a series of ripples on the water. And this ripple was quickly broken by the ship, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

A red sunset, leaning on the water in the distance, countless new reeds, obliquely inserting into the water, make people feel as if placed in the painting.

Fang Hong stood at the stern of the boat, looking at the sunset in the distance, feeling the slightly humid air, and his heart was empty. He is the god of water, and he has a natural affinity and perception for rivers.

In recent days, he has been busy searching for transcendental, looking for ways to increase his strength, and when he relaxes like today, there are far fewer of them.

"The day is long and you sleep mercilessly, and the sunset outside the curtain is slanting. Fang Hong was enjoying the scenery when a clear and frustrated voice sounded from behind him. The man who was chanting the poem was a man in his thirties, dressed in a Confucian shirt, full of bookishness, and a bit of arrogance could be seen between his eyebrows.

"The literary spirit is sky-high, the life is bruised, but the strength is insufficient, it is a bumpy life. Fang Hong looked at the person who came, and was attracted by the other party's temperament at a glance, this person was definitely a talented man with literary style. It's just that the other party's bruised life is mixed with a lot of white gas, which means that this person was born very well, but the evening scene is bleak.

It's normal to think about it, born in a wealthy family, and reading well, you will naturally have the mind of arrogance. And these people, in this world, are the most difficult to get along. Because the most people in the world are still mediocre, you are too outstanding, and you will inevitably be excluded. If someone protects you, it's fine, but once the person who protects you falls, the hardships ahead can be expected.

However, what other people's lives are like has nothing to do with him, this person is just a passerby in life for Fang Hong, and he doesn't pay too much attention to it. It's just that to Fang Hong's surprise, this passer-by walked towards him.

"This brother, but you're going to Jinling?" The scholar walked to Fang Hong's side and arched his hand at Fang Hong, his tone of voice was slightly faster, giving people a sense of domineering. But Fang Hong could see that the other party actually had no malicious intent.

"Yes, I heard that the Son of Heaven sacrificed to the heavens in Jinling, and I just wanted to see the holy face. Fang Hong smiled, because the emperor wanted to worship the heavens in Jinling, many squires and scholars in the south rushed to Jinling, wanting to see the appearance of the Son of Heaven with their own eyes.

"What is so good about the Son of Heaven, it is not two eyes and a mouth, and it is not three heads and six arms. If you have this time, you should take a look at the face of the world. The scholar shook his head, as if he had a little scoff.

In these years, the scholars in the south were many radical madmen, and they did not take princely generals seriously. Fang Hong had seen a lot of this matter, and he didn't feel that it was a big rebellion.

"We and other laypeople don't have such a lofty mind for revenge, we can look at the appearance of the Son of Heaven, and we can go home and brag to others. Fang Hong leaned on the side of the boat and said casually.

"If Brother Tai can say this, then he is not a layman. In this world, there are many people who are vassals and elegant, but few who consider themselves vulgar. The irony is that most of the vassals who are elegant are laymen, and those who think they are vulgar are not elegant people. The scholar also laughed and spoke.

"Is that brother Tai a layman or an elegant person?" Fang Hong asked aloud with the corners of his mouth curled.

"I consider myself a layman. The scholar showed a hint of cunning in the corner of his eyes, and said loudly.

"Hahaha. The two looked at each other and smiled, but they knew it tacitly.