Gao Lishi persuaded on the side: "Holy Lord, you mourn on your day, Prince Jingde left early, you must not hurt your body." ”

Li Longji let out a long sigh, and his white beard trembled, as if he had a thousand words in his heart.

Li Longji: "You say, when people live, do they just watch the people around them leave one by one?" ”

He is now seventy years old and has gone through so many years of ups and downs.

He first watched Zetian's grandmother leave, and then Aunt Taiping, Shangguan Wan'er was killed by him, as well as his three sons, and his Empress Shunzhen (Concubine Wu Hui).

Over the years, he has always dreamed of them, and his heart has become more and more uneasy.

After he was in his forties, he suddenly couldn't bear to see his relatives leave, and he was no longer as hard as before.

Now that his eldest son is gone, does that mean that he ...... Sooner too?

He's not young anymore, he's seventy years old, half of his body is in the ground, and who knows how long he can last.

After everyone came, it was time to go out to the funeral.

The send-off team was sent out of Conghua Gate in the south of Chang'an City, and after some crying, it was considered to be the send-off.

Li Cong was buried in Xiliuyuan, and the tablet was enshrined in the ancestral hall of the Li family, Xiangtai Temple.

Everything that belonged to him had slowly dissipated in just a few days.

It turns out that after a person dies, he will never appear again, gradually withdraw from the lives of the people around him, and gradually be forgotten.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west as usual, but there are some people who will never return

After noon, a banquet was held in King Qing's mansion, which was the last farewell to Li Cong.

Li Qingheng, dressed in plain white filial piety clothes, sat next to the two brothers, watching those officials cry suspiciously.

How many of them are sincere? It's just for show.

Even Li Cong's biological father, the saint's current appearance, doesn't seem to have much sincerity, he just has the fear that he is one step closer to death.

Yang Guozhong is in a high position and power, and now he is the prime minister, sitting at the head of the courtiers and at the feet of the saint.

He looked at the saint and comforted him very seriously: "Saint, on the day of Prince Jingde's death, the rooster crowed in the sky, and died without illness, this is the blessing of Prince Jingde and the blessing of the Tang Dynasty, the saint must not be too sad." ”

When Li Qingheng heard this, he couldn't help but clench the high-legged carved gin glass in his hand.

She hadn't calculated the account with Yang Guozhong last time, and now it's these words again, which made her angry in her heart rise for no reason.

Some people, without teaching a lesson, never know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

While Yang Guozhong was talking with Li Longji, Li Qingheng slipped out of the hall under the pretext of going to the toilet and walked towards the corridor leading to Zhuxin Garden.

Before he had taken two steps, he saw a white-footed civet cat on the wall.

She stood under the eaves of the wall, with the tall locust tree behind her, the green leaves covering her head, and the golden light and shadow hitting her added to the desolation.

Li Qingheng beckoned to the cat on the eaves, and the white-footed civet cat jumped and landed firmly in front of her.

[What's the matter?] 】

"Do you have any drugs or anything else that is causing trouble to others?"

The white-footed civet cat took two steps back.

[Yes, there is, but you want points, you don't have a penny now, you can't give you credit anymore, the main system doesn't allow it.] 】

Li Qingheng thought for a while and asked, "What is the thing with the lowest points?" ”

[Glue, 1 point.] 】

After speaking, the system also added,

[1 point, the system can still reluctantly help on credit, after all, this is only a drop in the amount you owe.] 】

Glue? It doesn't sound like much use.

However, it seems that only glue can be used.

"Then I'm going to have glue."

After Li Qingheng finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and waited for the system to give her glue,

At this time, the hand was stretched out for a long time, and she could only feel a gentle breeze passing through the gap between her fingers, but nothing appeared.

Before she could ask, the system interrupted her.

[What are you going to do with this glue, just say it directly, and I'll help you place it.] After all, we have rules that we can't let things that don't belong to this dynasty appear. 】

The corners of Li Qingheng's mouth twitched, this system sounds quite dedicated.

It's all nothing.

She thought about it, Yang Guozhong's hateful face flashed in her mind, and said, "Put it under Yang Guozhong's buttocks." ”

If he can't keep his mouth shut up, let him shut his mouth below.

[Placed.] 】

The system left only four words.

Li Qingheng: ???

So fast?

She'll have to go back and see what happens.

Just a few steps from the corridor to the main hall, Li Qingheng realized that she had just said that she had come to go to the latrine, and her current direction was not the direction from the latrine.

So she took a long detour, around the back of the main hall, through the warm pavilion, and then sat back in her seat.

Yang Guozhong sat on the chair, and inexplicably felt that the chair was sticky, as if it had been stained.

He didn't know what was going on, so he could only quietly suppress this discomfort in his heart and didn't dare to say anything.

He touched the chair lightly with his hand, and it felt like his hand was glued, which was very strange.

He forcefully ripped his hand off the chair, but directly ripped off a thick layer of skin.

Li Qingheng sat on the seat and squinted at Yang Guozhong's actions, taking in all his small movements.

Sure enough, the system is completely reliable.

What she has to do now is to embarrass Yang Guozhong.

She looked at Yang Guozhong with a smile, her eyes were full of playfulness, like a hunter staring at her prey.

Yang Guozhong noticed her gaze and looked at each other.

He instantly understood what was going on with the glue on his stool!

It's a ghost made by Li Qingheng at all!

Yang Guozhong glared at Li Qingheng viciously, feeling that his whole face was straining, and his eyebrows seemed to be squeezed off his face.

Li Qingheng hooked the corners of his mouth, glanced at him with disdain, his eyes fell on Li Longji, who was in the highest position, and a crisp voice sounded: "Grandpa Huang, when I was in the main hall just now, I lost the wooden hairpin that my father left for me, it was carved by my father himself, I want to find it." ”

As he spoke, Li Qingheng's tears flowed out of her beautiful eyes, leaving two tear stains on her cheeks.

Her voice was hoarse, and she looked pitiful and helpless, like a pear blossom ravaged by wind and rain.

Seeing her like this, Li Longji couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and raised his hand and said, "You just have to look for it, but you must not lose such a precious thing." ”

"Thank you, Grandpa."

After saluting in a proper manner, Li Qingheng began to look for it seriously.

She looked for the ministers who were sitting at the outermost level, and told them to get up one by one, and looked for them one by one on the chairs and stools.

It looks cautious and very restrained, and it makes people feel distressed just by looking at it.

In the end, Li Longji couldn't stand it, and felt that it was too wronged to find his granddaughter like this.

"Everyone, Aiqing will get up first and let Qing Heng find a wooden hairpin."

This was not a big deal, and after everyone heard the order, they got up one after another, and Li Qingheng looked for them one by one.

But only-

Yang Guozhong was still sitting on the chair.

His forehead was already dripping with sweat.

He also tried to get up, but he didn't know what the glue was made of, and it was already stuck to his flesh and clothes, and he couldn't get up at all!

Lord Qingheng is deliberately embarrassing him!

Today he was so careless that he didn't see exactly when she did it!

Li Qingheng quickly looked for him one by one, and finally stood in front of Yang Guozhong, staring at him innocently and harmlessly with those beautiful eyes.

Li Qingheng: "Yang Xiangguo, can you get up and let me look it up?" ”

Yang Guozhong: "......"