In five years, Chongcheng has become a plain white city for the fourth time, not only because of the snow, but also because every household once again wears linen and filial piety, and the city is crying, and hundreds of people brave the heavy snow to go to the gate of the Hou Mansion to mourn for Chonghou.

They have suffered in the battle of Fengyang, they have also experienced the tragedy of Yancheng, and even the battle of Jizhou, which almost ruined the country, they have survived, but now, the Chonghou who has guarded Chongcheng for 20 years on his head has fallen, and the people of Chongcheng have fallen in their hearts.

The eldest prince who was sent to Binzhou and sent back by Ji Chang, no one would think that he could bring revival and glory to Chongcheng, even if he was far away from the court, Chongying Biao's reputation and murderous reputation were also thunderous, and there were many rumors in the market that Chonghou's death was very closely related to Chongying Biao, and he may have been killed by this gentleman's son.

Chonghou's coffin has been resting for nine days, and it is fortunate that it is snowing heavily, otherwise this guardian of the northern frontier will inevitably experience embarrassing changes after death.

"Mei Wu, my father is dead, I am the new Bei Bohou, you dare to disobey me? Do you want to rebel? ”

Chongying Biao, who was sent back to Chongcheng by Xiqili, was not only intact, but the intimate Xibohou also healed his injuries for him, changed into the most decent clothes, and let Baoping bring 3,000 Zhou Guojia soldiers to fight for the position of Chonghou.

In Ji Chang's view, Chongying Biao is the best successor of Chonghou, and with such a person, the future of Northern Xinjiang is bright.

And Chongying Biao also lived up to the expectations of the general of Zhou Guozhendian, Baoping, as soon as Pu entered the city, he went straight to the Hou Mansion, wanting to ask for Chongguo's military talisman and Chonghou's seal letter in the hands of Mei Wu, the governor of Chongcheng.

Mei Wu didn't bother to talk to Chongying Biao, just looked at the other brothers of the Mei clan and asked in a deep voice.

"Hasn't the second master been found yet?"

"Boss, the second master is like evaporating from the world, there is no news, I don't know where to send this letter!"

"Alas!"

Originally, Mei Wu, as a retainer of the Chong family, should not complain about his main family, but he really had a headache, he didn't understand that the huge Youchong family was also a big family that had ascended to the extreme position in the summer before, why not only did the people wither now, but the descendants of this generation and the next generation were so irresponsible.

Chongying Biao didn't bother to evaluate, although he was not at the scene at the time, he could deduce that Chonghou vomited blood at the beginning and end, Chonghou's body was not very good, if it weren't for this stupid and stupid prince who didn't care about the consequences, Chonghou would not be angry, and his body, which was originally slowly adjusted, collapsed in an instant.

Not to mention the second master's worship of the Black Tiger, in the early years, he said that he was looking for immortals and asked, leaving his eldest brother alone to support this difficult mess, and he didn't come back after being robbed several times in Northern Xinjiang, and I don't know if he died outside.

If it's dead, it's just that, if it's still alive, it's really not a thing, just caring about your own happiness, completely ignoring your family.

The death of princes is a complete set of funeral rites, in addition to the rituals and sacrificial vessels that need to prove their noble status, they must also be enough to be a burial person.

Chonghou's wife died early, and even if she was still alive, it would not be the turn of the noble hostess to be buried, and there were only three kinds of people who could be martyred, female dependents, elite armor and slaves.

Mei Wu has already prepared the needs of the sacrifice, and the soldiers are also selected from the old army of Chonghou to be a voluntary martyr veteran, the number is not much, only seventeen people, but it is the rule that Chonghou has already set, there is a shortage of people everywhere in northern Xinjiang, there is no need to die after death, except for the female dependents and slaves, the soldiers and soldiers are all voluntary.

And now the funeral has not been opened, that is, the person who is waiting for the main sacrifice, in Mei Wu's heart, Chonghou is the lord of the country who is wise and martial, and he is the noble prince, the eldest prince Chongying Biao is not worthy of his father's position as the main priest, and the identity of the great witch sacrifice of Chongguo is not enough for this position.

He had to wait for the king, or Meng Jibo, or Taishi to come back, in his opinion, only these three people in this world could preside over the Chonghou priest who he was loyal to, and the messenger had already been sent, but he didn't know when they would come.

Listening to Chongying Biao's noise, Mei Wu didn't know how long he could last.

"Uncle Tai has arrived!"

There was a message from the waiter outside the door, Mei Wu hurriedly went out to greet him, Bao Ping looked at Chongying Biao, who was still angry, and rolled his eyes, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, Nunu mouth, and gestured outward several times, Chongying Biao came to his senses later, and hurriedly trotted out of the door, saluting the princes of Northern Xinjiang who came to see him.

The heavy snow closed the road, and these people could not have come, but if they could come, they would have fulfilled their courtesy, expressing their respect for Chonghou.

It's just that Taiyu, who has just succeeded to the throne for less than a year, saw Chongying Biao looking like he was competing with Mei Wu, and his heart was a little heavy, he couldn't imagine that his future lord would be such a person, so he bowed down in front of Chonghou Ling and then retreated to the stage and stopped talking.

Some people don't approve of it, there are also cold stoves, there is no filial son in front of the bed, and the princes before the mourning hall are divided into two kinds of people, one is as silent as Taiyu, quietly watching Chongying Biao jumping up and down in front of Baoping, and the other is the person who accompanies Chongying Biao to praise each other and try to get something from Chongying Biao.

Just when Taiyu was a little impatient, thinking about whether to take a chance to say goodbye, there were cheers one after another in the city.

Everyone came out of the mourning hall one after another, and they came out to watch in the heavy snow.

I saw the jasper unicorn in the sky slowly flying from the sky with white clouds, and the person on it was Meng Wei, who was born in Chongcheng and is now the lord of Meng Ji.

"Meng Jibo is here, yes, we still have Meng Jibo, he can continue to protect us."

"Uncle Meng Ji, please accept the invitation of Chonghou and join us in the Chong clan, we are willing to serve you as the Lord!"

The cheers of the people and nobles in the city were deafening, which made the faces of dozens of princes at the scene change greatly, but they didn't expect Meng Wei to have such a high voice in Chongguo, some people were happy, and some people were jealous.

Chongying Biao's face was a little embarrassed, he was busy in Chongcheng, he was still the eldest prince, they didn't cheer themselves, they actually cheered an outsider, Chongying Biao couldn't wait to take a war spear and go out to poke a few holes for these 'Diao people', so that they knew that they were the real lord of Northern Xinjiang.

Bao Ping pulled Chongying Biao's sleeve and vaguely handed over a small bamboo tube, in Chongying Biao's puzzled eyes, Bao Ping was a little helpless, so he had to pull him to the side and whisper to the side where no one was.

I saw Chongying Biao hearing this, his face was ecstatic, and he immediately walked to the inner courtyard with a bamboo tube like a treasure, and after a while, he came out with a pot of warm wine and blended into the princes who looked at the sky.

The jade unicorn slowly landed in the front yard of the Hou Mansion, and the princes were silent, and they didn't know what attitude to take to face this young man who had become famous in the north in recent years and was like a fly.

Even Taiyu felt that Meng Wei's rise speed was too dreamy to be unbelievable.

He still remembered that in the past by the Danshui River, he also patted Meng Wei on the shoulder, he said that he was very optimistic about him, and hinted countless times that Meng Wei would come to Tangtai Port for development, and he would definitely give him a big general.

Now when he thinks of these past events, he feels panicked on his face, fortunately Meng Wei didn't come, otherwise he would have let the pearl be dusty, and the small Lantai Port could not accommodate this new saint of Meng Ji.

Thinking of this section, when Meng Wei had just landed, he took the lead in smiling and walked forward with open arms.

"I haven't seen him for many years, Meng Jibo is now the hope of Zhongxing in Northern Xinjiang, the lord of Meng Jiguo, I don't know if Meng Jibo still knows the old people?"

Meng Wei also smiled in return, and after handing over Xiao Nezha and Ji Youyu to Wei Hu behind him, he immediately gave a big hug to Taiyu.

"How dare you forget, in the past, Uncle Tai took care of me in every way, Meng Wei has always remembered it in his heart, and has always been grateful for your gift of sword."

The smile on Taiyu's face was even better, this kid was an old and emotional person, and he was really not wrong at that time.

Seeing that the two were talking happily, they all stepped forward to greet Meng Wei, and even several princes who had previously pursued Chongying Biao also stammered Meng Wei even harder.

Meng Wei didn't look down on them, many of these people looked a little flattering, but everyone was for their own territory, as the most prosperous princes in the northern frontier at present, they didn't come to stammer, Meng Wei would worry about whether they had bad intentions, and wanted to learn from Ping Linghou to play some exciting new tricks.

"Everyone, forgive me, Meng Wei wants to go and see Chonghou first, please talk about the old things later, I'm sorry!"

Everyone expressed their understanding, and saw Meng Wei go directly into the inner room and run to the coffin.

Before the coffin was closed, the old man in front of him was as thin as a silk, his gray hair was meticulously combed, and his face was wrinkled lying in the coffin.

I asked him to wait, but he couldn't wait after all.

On the way, Ji Youyu had already been told the truth, and the little girl at this time was crying, placing the dried fish she brought back in front of the coffin, and kept wiping her tears.

Mei Wu, who had been enduring the fortification, finally couldn't hold back anymore and shed tears: "Meng Jibo, Chonghou, he has been waiting for you, all the time." ”

"Alas!"

At this time, the mourning hall had a sad atmosphere, unlike the previous Vanity Fair, which made people feel depressed.

"Why didn't you go into the ground?"

"Mei Wu and Chonghou are both coming back from you, if there is no noble person to officiate, Mei Wu does not want the Hou Ye to be buried in the hands of the villain."

Chongying Biao looked at this Chongcheng manager who had disobeyed him several times, and his killing intent was high, and sure enough, this Chongcheng manager who was always turning his elbow outward couldn't ask for it, he actually dared to look down on himself.

Chongying Biao immediately stepped forward with a warm wine and a smile, poured out a jule of wine, and said with a flattering smile: "I have long heard of Meng Jibo's name, and today I can see a talent, the dragon and phoenix among the people, Biao has admired it for a long time in his heart, and he is not very happy, a glass of thin wine shows a little respect, and I hope that Meng Jibo will smile." ”

Everyone looked at Chongying Biao with a strange face, and they were a little surprised in their hearts, this person is really a bit Biao, Chongying Biao's heart is known to everyone, you run to the mourning hall with a handful of wine to let Meng Jibo drink, fools know that there is a problem in the wine.

So everyone looked at the Zhou general Bao Ping who was supporting him behind him, and Bao Ping also covered his face with a faceless expression, and subconsciously took a few steps back, for fear of being associated with Chongying Biao.

I saw Meng Wei take the wine, first sniffed it with his nose, and then let out a chuckle, and in Chongying Biao's expectant gaze, he drank the wine with a bang.

Mei Wu and Yu Taiyu were shocked and immediately stepped forward to inquire.

"Uncle Meng, this wine ...... I'm afraid there is a problem, how can you be so Meng Lang? ”

Meng Wei spit out a breath of hot air, signaling that it was okay, and looked at Chongying Biao with a serious smile: "This wine is very beautiful, don't put poison next time, the bitter taste affects the rich aroma of the wine, even if you release poison next time, you might as well change to a sweet poison, which is easier to enter the throat." ”

It's just that others don't know, Meng Wei knows in his heart that the physique that is invulnerable to all poisons can be put down by a small glass of wine.

Chongying Biao opened his mouth wide, the wine jug in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, and he was stunned for a moment at a loss.

"Okay, if you have enough trouble, hurry back to the house, so as not to let everyone continue to watch Hou Ye's jokes, we are all decent people, if you don't want to be decent, I can ask Mei Wu to help you be decent."

"Are you going to kill me?"

"Kill you? If I don't kill you, how can I let you have the Chong Clan's death? I suggest that you marry more houses and have more children, so that you can be considered worthy of the ancestors and ancestors of the Chong clan. ”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bao Ping immediately stepped forward, and just wanted to say something, only to see Wei Hu, who was holding a demon pestle, looking at him with a smile, and the weapon in his hand emitted a golden light, which seemed to contain endless power. Bao Ping swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and retreated with interest, looking at Wei Hu with fear.

"Go back to the house quickly, when Chonghou is buried later, I will call you out to watch the funeral, now, don't disturb us to discuss the funeral."

"Ying Biao, be obedient, I'm very irritable now, you must not force me to do something bad at this time."

(End of chapter)