Taihe five years, Yongzhou Licheng Station.

The white flags are hung high in the small post tube, and the four walls are dust-free. A man over 40 years old, dressed in navy blue court clothes, lay flat in a thin coffin. Four servants lined up in the room, all standing not far from the coffin, bowing their heads silently. On the low side of the bed, a little maid in a plain white Confucian skirt was holding scissors to cut out a black word "Lay", wiping her eyes twice and sighing from time to time.

There was a bit of sadness and pathos in the whole room.

The arrangement like a mourning hall in this post tube was made half an hour ago, although it was a little hurried, but it was probably all there.

If anything, it's probably ...... The man lying in the coffin was still breathless.

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"You remember, when you are buried, you must replace the current coffin with a good agarwood with magnolia carving, and the other woods are not as exquisite as it." The dying man in the navy blue court dress spoke in a round voice in the thin coffin. "The ceremonial guard at the funeral doesn't need to be too grand, just get a hundred people, just mean it. As for the funeral objects, they don't have to be too prosperous, but Zhang Yuanzhi's calligraphy and paintings must be there, as well as Lin Zhidong's pen washing......"

"Sir." One of the old men who looked like a butler finally couldn't help but interrupt him. The old housekeeper swallowed his saliva with difficulty, "Lin Zhidong didn't do pen washing last year, and the ones that are circulating outside are also priceless, you see......"

The person in the coffin sat up suddenly, and shouted with full anger, "No more pen washing?" After a pause, he hurriedly said, "There is another one in the third box at the head of my bed that he made in his early years, you take it out and send it to Concubine Qi, and when I die, she can take care of our house." The anxious posture frightened the old butler to nod frequently.

The old housekeeper has been following Ji Chi for some years, and seeing that his master is diligent and diligent, he has been from the sixth-grade palace to the fourth-grade master, and the gifts sent out during this period can be piled up and around the moat more than three times.

Not long ago, Ji Chi received the order and followed Prince Duan to Yongzhou to worship, the old housekeeper thought that this was a fat poor who was crowned by a provincial official, but he didn't think that his master was repairing in the post house, and lost the sacrificial mountain spirit stone that was ready to be enshrined on the top of the mountain.

Losing the relics of the Holy Ancestor is a capital crime of losing his head, not to mention that it is still a sacrificial mountain spirit stone, Ji Chi was so frightened that he didn't dare to report it, so he planned to bury himself secretly as soon as possible, so that he could leave a "whole corpse" anyway.

The atmosphere in the room condensed for a moment, and then the door moved lightly, and there was a slight soft noise, and someone had entered.

The afterglow of the setting sun passed through the half-open door and struck a little girl in the face. The girl's face was not powdered, and the loose bun on her head was only decorated with a turquoise step, a pretty face was clean and clear, and the round cat's eyes were shining. As soon as Ji Chi almost saw her enter the door, he got up from the coffin with his hands and feet, and shouted, "Qiaoqiao, come here." ”

A moment of stiffness flashed across the girl's delicate face. After all, when Qingtian saw his father crawling out of the coffin, not everyone can be calm.

Fortunately, Qiaoqiao is a very adaptable girl, and she has walked over briskly before her father can step out on half a leg.

She grabbed her father, stuffed him back into the coffin with a reverent gesture, and said softly: "Dad, lie down for a while, you have to send this coffin back in the evening, this coffin is not easy to find, and the second aunt who died is still waiting to be buried tomorrow morning."

Which of the coffins used for funerals in large families is not prepared by children and nephews for the elderly in the family early, and there are few such "buy coffins when you die". Her father was in his prime and was in good shape....... Although it is weaker, it will not call her a black-haired person to send a white-haired person. Right now, her father suddenly asked for an agarwood coffin, but she couldn't find it, and this cedar coffin was rented for thirty taels of silver a day.

When Ji Chi heard this, he hurriedly lay back, picked at the coffin board and sighed: "It's still Qiao Qiao's filial piety, and he ran so far to find a coffin for his father, and it is impossible to change to someone else."

Ji Qiao nodded, pinched the cuffs with his little hands, and then secretly stuffed the IOUs in the cuffs again. I thought, well, since her father has said that this is the point, then the money for renting the coffin should not be asked for him to come back.