In the afternoon, the funeral convoy finally swayed out of Beijing.

Blowing all the way towards Fang Xiaoru's hometown of Ninghai County.

Ninghai County, located under the rule of Taizhou, the political envoy of Chengxuan, Zhejiang, is 1,200 miles away from Beijing, and belongs to the core area of the south of the Yangtze River.

It will take at least half a month to walk back to Ninghai County from Beijing.

Therefore, the funeral procession is mainly based on horse-drawn carriages and riding war horses.

The hearse left the capital and turned to the southeast, and after a series of rituals outside the city, it accelerated its speed.

Chen Kan and the Fang brothers and a group of filial sons and grandsons were supposed to be escorted next to the hearse, but Fang Xiaoru demanded that everything be simple and fast, so Chen Kan could only take his guards on horseback.

The Fang brothers and others got into a simple carriage and led the way in the front, crying and mourning by the way.

The king ordered the enshrined Mrs. Ning Guo to return to her hometown for burial, which was a great honor, and the crying and mourning were naturally as loud as possible, and it was best to be so loud that the people along the road could hear and see it.

Listening to the earth-shattering cries of the Fang brothers and two sisters, as well as the blowing and beating of the musicians of Taichang Temple behind the convoy, Chen Kan frowned, only feeling a little irritable.

The old man died when he died, so noisy that it disturbed the purity of the old man's house.

Of course, this is Chen Kan's idea.

For the clan elders of the Fang clan and the Zheng clan, the louder and more lively the movement, the more it can reflect the prestige of their clan.

The etiquette is like this, and Chen Kan is not much better at saying anything.

He could only beat the horse without saying a word and followed Fang Xiaoru's carriage.

After a while, Jingshi was far away, and the sky darkened.

The official in charge of the Ministry of Rites asked the motorcade to stop and rest on the spot, and the sound of mourning and mourning music was suddenly stopped.

It stands to reason that the Zheng family is buried in the specifications of Mrs. Ningguo, and on the way back, you can requisition the post station on the official road to rest.

But the officials of the Ministry of Rites made such an arrangement, and no one else would have any opinions.

The main thing is that Fang Xiaoru has no opinion.

Chen Kan didn't care, he didn't have to listen to those annoying noises anymore, he could finally be quiet for a while.

After eating the cold food handed by the guards, Chen Kan leaned on the war horse and began to take a nap.

The rest of the mourners were crammed into carriages or slept on the floor.

It's the Mid-Autumn Festival now, and even though the climate in the south of the Yangtze River is warm, many people are still awakened by freezing at night.

Those who wake up from the cold do not make any noise, but tighten their clothes and fall asleep again.

The journey of more than 1,000 miles, less than one-tenth of today's walk, and the next few days still have to go, and we must seize any time to rest.

Next......

Before the morning star had set, the official in charge of the Ministry of Rites woke up all the funeral processions, and the procession continued to hurry.

The funeral music resounded in the sky, attracting the attention of the people on the official road.

On the second day, the team walked much farther than on the first day.

By the time it was dark, he had left the capital for one hundred and twenty miles, and had completed one-tenth of the entire journey.

Fortunately, tonight, the team did not have to sleep in the open, but was very lucky to arrive at a post station.

The post station is not big, but with Chen Kan's identity, he can still be assigned a separate room.

Chen Kan and Yi were lying on the bed, their eyes a little lost.

The brain, which had been a little chaotic for several days, gradually became clear after being away from the Jingshi.

"Yuansheng, what are you thinking?"

Fang Xiaoru's old voice came from his ears, Chen Kan turned his head, and saw that Fang Xiaoru had already entered the door and pulled a stool to sit down.

Chen Kan hurriedly got up and saluted.

"Teacher, you haven't rested yet?"

Fang Xiaoru shook his head and continued to ask, "What are you thinking, the old man was stunned for a while when he saw you." ”

Chen Kan scratched his head, shook his head and said, "I didn't think about anything, I just wanted to think about where His Royal Highness the Imperial Sun was at this time." ”

"What, worried about them?"

Chen Kan said honestly: "A little, they are too young, and they don't know if some things should be handled." ”

Fang Xiaoru bowed slightly, couldn't help sighing, and said, "It's not a good time for your master to die, this time, it's too much of a delay." ”

Hearing Fang Xiaoru's sigh, Chen Kan pursed his lips and did not choose to answer.

Fang Xiaoru said yes, but he couldn't take it.

Who can say such things as birth, old age, sickness and death?

Seeing that Chen Kan was silent, Fang Xiaoru pondered for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Yuansheng, you say, if the old man is to write now, can Your Majesty give the old man a decent look?" ”

Hearing the dejected meaning in Fang Xiaoru's words, Chen Kan couldn't help but be stunned.

He couldn't help but subconsciously look up at the old man in front of him, but in the end he still couldn't say anything constructive.

In the past, Fang Xiaoru was a very thoughtful person, even if he wanted to do something, he rarely asked Chen Kan in a consultative tone.

But today, Fang Xiaoru asked.

Although Chen Kan didn't want to admit it, he also had to admit that Fang Xiaoru was really old.

Seeing that Chen Kan was still silent, Fang Xiaoru couldn't help but smile freely, and said with a smile: "The old man came to ask you, it can be regarded as asking Yu Blind." ”

Chen Kan pulled an ugly smile on his face and replied: "Actually, the teacher can try, even if His Majesty is unwilling to let you go, at least it can show your attitude." ”

"Forget it, the old man just mentioned it casually, even if His Majesty is really willing to let the old man go, the old man is still reluctant to leave."

Fang Xiaoru replied to Chen Kan, and the master and apprentice fell silent again.

There is actually nothing to talk about on this topic, and both the master and apprentice know very well what the result will be.

It is impossible for Zhu Di to let Fang Xiaoru leave, and there will be big changes in the next Ming Dynasty, whether it is moving the capital or dividing the seal, it will be a big earthquake for the court.

Zhu Di also needs Fang Xiaoru's Dinghai Divine Needle to stabilize the court for him.

Fang Xiaoru couldn't just give up everything and get away.

The Ming Dynasty finally has today, seeing that the prosperous era is coming, how can Fang Xiaoru watch a series of changes to bring the Ming Dynasty back to its original shape.

In the final analysis, Fang Xiaoru is different from Chen Kan, Chen Kan has no awe in his heart for the imperial power or the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, he can have a showdown with Zhu Di without hesitation, he can say unashamedly that he will go to sea to retire in the future, and he can choose to support the fleet to open up the route to Australia without hesitation.

Fang Xiaoru is a native of the Ming Dynasty, whether it is the education he has received or the environment in which he lives, he has engraved the four words of loyalty and patriotism into his bones.

It is impossible for him to leave the king, and it is impossible for him to leave the Ming Dynasty.

Although the two are masters and apprentices, they are not in the same line, and it is impossible for the two to reach any consensus in any aspect.

Fang Xiaoru sat in Chen Kan's room for a while, and said with some interest: "That's it, the old man is gone, you have a good rest." ”

Chen Kan nodded, got up and sent Fang Xiaoru out of the door, returned to the bed and lay down and continued to brainstorm.

In the current situation, he is now unofficial and light.

But what needs to be done has to be done.

He resigned angrily, nothing more than being angry with Zhu Di.

Anger is angry, because of small losses has never been Chen Kan's style.

After a burst of brainstorming, Chen Kan slowly fell into a deep sleep.

...

Before I knew it, the time came to September, and the funeral procession that had been running all the way finally arrived at the destination of the trip.

Ninghai County, Dajiahe Town, Xishang Village.

The village above the stream, as the name suggests, is a village formed upstream of an unnamed stream, but the people prefer to call this village Fangjia Village or Shangshu Village.

The Fang clan has multiplied here for hundreds of years, and with the emergence of such a glorious figure as Fang Xiaoru, it is not an exaggeration to say that the patriarch of the Fang clan is within the scope of ten miles and eight townships, and he is better at speaking than the county master.

If there is no way to do this, Fang Xiaoru is a clean official, this is certain, but Fang Xiaoru is so awesome, the Fang clan will definitely follow.

This is the so-called one-man attainment of the chicken dog to heaven.

Not to mention Fang Xiaoru, the subordinates in Chen Kan's Mansion are superior when they leave the Hou Mansion.

That's the benefit of being in a position of power.

There is such a situation in any era, and it is not possible to change who is a clean official and who cares about the people.

Today's Xishang Village is very lively, early in the morning, the whole village of men, women and children stand at the entrance of the village and wait, waiting for the soul of the legendary Mrs. Shangshu to return to her hometown.

As early as more than half a month ago, many people came to Xishang Village, and they repaired the ancestral tomb of the Fang family very domineeringly, and the explanation to the outside world was to build a mausoleum for Mrs. Ning Guo.

Regarding the fact that the craftsmen and officials sent by the imperial court tampered with the ancestral tomb of the Fang clan, although there were dissatisfied voices in the Fang clan, under the pressure of the imperial court, they quickly calmed down.

After all, the people of the Fang clan were not fools, and they knew that their current glory was brought by Fang Xiaoru.

So the construction of the mausoleum went quite smoothly.

But the construction of the mausoleum has begun, but the coffin of Mrs. Ning Guo has not arrived, which makes many people anxious.

Especially the elderly people in the clan, they are afraid of disturbing the peace of their ancestors.

Today, there is definite news, and there is no room for them not to be excited.

Finally, in the midst of all the attention, a convoy like Bai Lian slowly drove from the end of the road.

As far as the eye could see, it was a huge spirit banner that the people of the Fang clan had never heard of and never seen, and it was three feet high, which made many people's eyes widen.

Immediately afterwards, a big money taller than the spirit banner came into view, which caused a burst of exclamation.

It wasn't until the hearse pulled by the four white horses appeared in sight that a group of juniors from the Fang clan suddenly understood why those craftsmen and officials from the Ministry of Industry were so domineering.

Mrs. Yipin Ningguo, what is Yipin, they finally understood the meaning today.

The hearse stopped outside the village, Fang Xiaoru jumped out of the carriage, glanced at the hometown in front of him, and couldn't help but show a sigh on his face.

I think that after he succeeded in his studies, he has been an official in the imperial court, but he has not returned to his hometown for many years.

When I saw it today, I only felt that his hometown had changed so much that it made him a little strange.

Many people have changed so much that they are no longer what he remembers.

After a moment of sighing, he stepped forward quickly, and before he could speak, he saw the crowd suddenly kneel down towards him.

There were even many older people than him.